The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

"Ouch! Get out of my way! Stop picking on me, you stinky guy! Get out!"

Su Qingwei shook off Song An's arm in disgust and ran towards the living room with big strides, as if he was afraid that if he was half a second slower, he would be stuck to her.

But he was still a step slow. As mentioned before, Song An had no other special abilities except his abnormal speed.

The moment Su Qingwei took a step forward, she had already flashed in front of him, leaped lightly and hugged his neck, hanging on him like an octopus.

"Hubby...I was wrong, I was wrong...Don't be angry, don't be angry..."

"Shit! Let go!"

Su Qingwei glared at her and said that he hated being touched by women the most, especially Song An, who was so dirty and disgusting!

"I won't!" Song An clung to Su Qingwei tightly and refused to let go, "Hubby, please forgive me... woo woo woo..."

Su Qingwei was really at his wits' end, so he simply put his arms around her waist, lifted her up, pulled her apart with force and threw her to the ground.

"Ah——!" Song An screamed, rolled on the ground for a few rounds, and hit his forehead against the corner of a chair. He almost fainted from the pain.

At the door, Su Wenyan just came back from overtime and saw the house in a mess. Su Qingwei was talking on the phone with Su Yang in a rage, and Song An was lying on the floor, tears streaming down her face.

"How did you become like this?" Su Wenyan frowned and walked forward, squatting down to check Song An's injuries.

Song An's forehead was broken and bright red blood slowly flowed down her forehead.

"Brother!" Su Wenyan raised his head and shouted to Su Qingwei, "Song An is injured, come and take a look!"

"Don't worry about her. I told her to get out! Look at the mess she made in the house. Even the pigs would shake their heads when they saw it. What do you want me to do?"

Seeing that he was really angry, Su Wenyan didn't know what to say, so he turned to Song An and said, "Don't cry first, I'll take you to bandage your wound!"

“Hmm… wuwuwu…”

Song An wiped his eyes, sobbed and agreed, then got up and limped out with Su Wenyan.

Yinzhi, who was on the other end of the line, couldn't help but speak up for Song An when she heard Su Qingwei's chaotic voice on the phone. She curled her lips and said:

"This rude guy is making so much noise, he deserves a spanking!"

"Huh? Who is scolding me?" Su Qingwei's hearing was sharp, and he immediately caught Yinzhi's voice, "Xiaoyang, who is next to you?"

Upon hearing this, Su Yang immediately covered Yinzhi's mouth tightly, "Hehehe, no, it's just me!"

"Bullshit! You can't fool me!" Su Qingwei snorted coldly, and checked the target carefully in his mind, and soon locked on a person, "Yinzhi! It's that idiot, right?!"

Su Yang had no choice but to admit, "Yes, but great-grandfather, he wasn't talking about you, he was talking to himself. You also know that Yinzhi's cerebellum is abnormal, he often does this..."

"I think your cerebellum is abnormal!" Su Qingwei exposed him mercilessly, "How dare you say such a lame excuse? The tricks you use now are all left over from my past tricks. Don't use them to fool me! Tell that idiot to answer the phone!"

Su Yang sighed, handed the phone to Yinzhi helplessly, and whispered to him not to talk nonsense.

Yinzhi nodded, took the phone and put it to her ear, and immediately shouted: "Son, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Su Yang slapped his forehead. Great, his heart was finally at peace.

As expected, after two seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, Su Qingwei roared again: "You idiot! I'm telling you, you're done! Your good days are over if you mess with me!"

"You are such an impolite fellow!" Yinzhi retorted, "You are the one who is finished. It is my fault that you are so rampant because your son is not well educated!"

Su Yang was scratching his head anxiously. These two people really can't change their habit of quarreling every time they talk on the phone. If this continues, it will sooner or later develop into an offline fight.

The two of them argued fiercely until the phone was snatched away by Su Wenyan.

"Brother! Why are you scolding Xiaoyang again? Do you still look like your great-grandfather?"

"I'm not talking about Xiaoyang, I'm scolding that kid. This guy has a problem with his cerebellum, but he's quite good at talking. I really can't beat him in scolding. You came at the right time, help me scold him and make him cry!"

Su Qingwei said angrily. He was so annoyed by Yinzhi that if he didn't vent his anger, he would be suffocated to death!

"Brother, stop making trouble and apologize to the child immediately."

Su Qingwei jumped three feet high when he heard this:

"Why? Hey! He scolded me? And he called me his son! We are all human beings for the first time, why should I give in to a mentally retarded child like him? He thinks he is really my father!"

Su Qingwei said indignantly, "Besides, I didn't let my father do anything back then, so I will still do it even if you piss me off!"

Su Qingwei is not bragging. Just look at Su Xiang and you will know. He is a copy of him.

When he was a child, Su Qingwei was a devil, lawless to the extreme. He would fight, gather crowds to cause trouble, and always bully others, never giving in.

He set fire to the school because the teacher gave too much homework, and beat his friends into pieces over a disagreement... Su Qingwei was very good at doing such arrogant things.

His father, Su Ci, was a gentle and kind nobleman. He was always friendly to everyone and no one had ever seen him get angry with anyone. However, he was furious with his son.

Whenever the father and son met, they would quarrel and dislike each other. The son Su Qingwei called him Old Dengtou, and the father Su Ci called him Little Beast.

Fortunately, Su Wenyan's presence reduced Su Ci's anger a lot, otherwise Su Qingwei would have been angry to death long ago.

Su Wenyan's parents were too busy with work and had no time to take care of him, so Su Ci took him in and raised him by his side since he was a child, treating him like his own son.

Compared to Su Qingwei, his biological son, Su Wenyan is more like a replica of Su Ci. He is elegant and kind, polite to others, and is a good son that Su Ci praises wherever he goes.

……

Su Wenyan couldn't help but frown as Su Qingwei kept talking about other people's children. "Brother, don't say that. I don't think there's anything wrong with Yinzhi's cerebellum... He just can't express some things."

"Can't express yourself? Ha! You can't express yourself and yet you dare yell at me? And you can even make me unable to respond?

Who is he to have the right to talk to me like that? Give me the phone, and if I don’t scold him until he cries tonight, I’ll be his son!”

"Hey, no, let me say it." Su Wenyan hurriedly stopped Su Qingwei.

He had never seen Yinzhi, but from the stories told by others he felt that this was a pitiful little girl. Her parents disliked her because she was mentally retarded and did not want her. She was left on the streets at such a young age and suffered greatly.

If it were me, I would have collapsed long ago. It's really rare that Yinzhi can still hold on until now.

Su Wenyan put the phone to his ear and said gently: "Little Yinzhi, do you remember me? We talked on the phone twice before~"