I was framed and walked into the wrong room, and I gave birth to a litter for the CEO.

"Shh." Shi Yuduo motioned him not to speak.

"Let's watch a show." Sheng Zhimo came to Shi Yuduo and squatted behind him to watch together.

Shi Yuhuan didn't use his hands to deal with Zhang Jian the whole time, relying only on one leg.

Zhang Jian was beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. He lay on the ground crying and screaming.

His whole body was covered with persimmon pulp, and he was knocked down and rolling on the ground. The color of the clothes on his body was no longer distinguishable, only the dark mud.

The servant hurriedly ran to the living room and reported: "The old lady is not well. The young cousin and the young master are fighting again."

Mrs. Sheng and Sheng Zhongqi were playing chess, and Sheng Zhongmin and the others were sitting aside to watch the game.

"Oh, why did this disobedient silly boy start a fight?" Sheng Zhongmin deliberately accused his son in a preaching tone. "Hen Chen, my wife, you two, please don't be angry. I'm going to take a look."

Sheng Xichen's face darkened, and he was sitting on pins and needles. He was about to get up and go to the yard, but was forced to sit down by Shi Xiyue beside him.

"It's okay. We adults shouldn't get involved in the children's play. If you go out and preach to Zhang Jian right now, Zhang Jian will definitely blame us and our husband in the future." Shi Xiyue said with a smile on her face. He said it with a smile and quite generously.

"Let's go and take a look. Lin'er is so weak, so he is no match for Zhang Jian." Old Mrs. Sheng said.

"I'll go." Sheng Zhongye was about to get up.

"They are making trouble, and we are talking about our own affairs." Shi Xiyue said stiffly. "At noon, I already lectured my son. He was disrespectful to his cousin, and his cousin should teach him a lesson."

Hearing this, everyone could naturally tell that there was something in Shi Xiyue's words, but since she said she wouldn't let them go out to stop her, those sitting there had no choice but to sit still.

"What are you talking about? We are all a family. I asked Zhang Jian to play with your son because I wanted him to have an extra playmate so that he would not be lonely playing alone in the old house." Sheng Zhongmin was not worried about his son either. To suffer a loss, it would be best for Zhang Jian to cripple Sheng Xichen's son.

In that case, her son will have a place in the Sheng family in the future.

Sheng Xichen didn't know what Shi Xiyue was thinking. Lin'er was so weak that he couldn't beat Zhang Jian at all. Thinking about how badly Lin'er was beaten that morning, his heart was still bleeding.

"That's right, let Zhang Jianduo play with our son from now on." Shi Xiyue ate melon seeds with a smile on her face.

"It's better to have fun, but I'm afraid that Zhang Jian's attack was not serious. He was just playing, but he accidentally hurt your son." Sheng Zhongmin just wanted to put the ugly words in front of him, because they would see his son injured later. He cried and howled at her again.

"The child suffered a minor injury and will be fine in a day or two. Children from all families do not grow up stumbling. The injury on my Lin'er's body may be healed tomorrow." Shi Xiyue took a bite. Throw the melon seed shells directly into the trash can nearby.

"Haha... Wife-in-law Chen Chen is still reasonable. My aunt thought you would blame her in your heart for what happened this morning.

Now that I hear what you say, I feel much more comfortable. "Sheng Zhongmin laughed happily, this laughter came from the heart. Thinking about it, she saw Sheng Jichen and Shi Xiyue's son beaten into a pig's head by her precious son, and I felt really happy.

"Master, are you taking care of the matters in the yard?" The servant was still waiting for a reply.

"Yeah." Sheng Xinchen didn't say anything more, just replied one word from his throat.

He saw how calm and calm Shi Xiyue was, and thought of how she looked when Lin'er was injured in the morning. If she wasn't completely sure, she would definitely not be so leisurely.

"You go out and do your own work, and let the two children play by themselves. What do you care about? Are you, a little servant, qualified to take care of the master's affairs?" Sheng Zhongmin said unhappily. A sensible servant.

The maid was lectured by Sheng Zhongmin. She was really kind and treated her like a donkey. She just ignored her and beat her son to death.

About ten minutes later, the sound of Zhang Jian's ghost crying and howling was heard in the yard.

"Mom...Mom...wuwuwu..."

Sheng Zhongmin was laughing happily in the living room when she vaguely heard the voice of her precious son. She felt like she was hallucinating. If she really wanted to cry, it would be Sheng Jichen and Shi Xiyue's son who was crying.

However, Zhang Jian's crying voice became increasingly clear.

"I...I'll go take a look." Sheng Zhongmin suddenly stood up from the sofa and ran out to check.

"..." Shi Xiyue still crossed her legs, eating melon seeds leisurely and contentedly.

"Who is crying again?" Mrs. Sheng lost this game. He was so angry that he threw the chess pieces on the chessboard in displeasure. "It's so annoying. It's bad luck that made me lose."

"My son narrowly won." Sheng Zhongqi comforted him.

"Let's go and have a look." Old Mrs. Sheng motioned to Sheng Zhongqi to help him out.

They all went out, and only Shi Xiyue and Sheng Xichen were left in the living room.

"Aren't you going to see your precious son?" Sheng Xichen placed his left hand on the edge of the sofa behind where Shi Xiyue was sitting, and supported his right hand in front of her, enveloping the little woman in his arms.

"Why don't you go and see it?" Shi Xiyue threw all the melon seeds in his hand on the plate.

"My wife is so calm and collected, surely nothing will happen to our precious son, right?" He said softly. "However, I am still a little worried. If the little fat man dares to hurt my son, I will..."

"How?" she asked deliberately.

"You can do whatever you want." He took Shi Xiyue's hand and took her outside.

Even if their son was okay, he wanted to see what was going on.

"It's too much, baby... Why are you injured like this... Oh my god, you're bleeding. Oh my god, my poor son...

Who did it? My son..."

In the yard, Sheng Zhongmin hugged Zhang Jian, and the mother and son cried together.

Zhang Jian's whole body was covered with persimmon pulp and dirt. He couldn't see clearly where there were injuries or where there was blood.

In addition, he was already fat, and the areas that were swollen by Shi Yuhuan were hard to distinguish.

"What's going on?" Mrs. Sheng walked over and looked at the mother and son on the ground.

"Dad, you have to make the decision for Jian'er. Look at how he was beaten by Chen Chen's son. Why is he so miserable... Wuwu..."

"Grandpa, it hurts so much. That little beast kicked me and hit me with a persimmon... Xiaoye... um..."

When Sheng Zhongmin heard his son scolding Sheng Xichen's son, he quickly covered his mouth with his hand.

"Are you injured?" Shi Xiyue strolled up to Sheng Zhongmin and looked at him condescendingly. "I didn't see any injuries. It's because I ate too many persimmons.

Where is my younger son? Why aren't you with me? "

"He hit me, it hurts so much, oooh..." Zhang Jian cried loudly.

"Is this child full of persimmons? He beat my Lin'er until his nose was bruised and swollen in the morning, but now he says Lin'er can hurt him." Shi Xiyue said with a sarcastic smile, taking his time. said.