The little drama queen is online, and the president's father can't hold it

Fu Yu was so scared that he tried to push her away, but the woman was like an octopus.

Su Ling just finished the fight and turned back.

With just one glance, her eyes widened with anger and she rushed towards the man like a thug.

Jiang Yuyan was so scared that she kept hiding, and she even shouted in a coquettish voice: "Xiao Yu, I'm scared, is she going to hit me?"

Fu Yu: "..."

Su Ling had a fierce look on her face. Before the minute was up, she rushed to the two of them and glared at the man: "Fu Linmei! Are you going to push me away or not?"

Fu Linmei: “…” It’s over!

He was so frightened that he immediately pushed away Jiang Yuyan who was clinging to him, and then ran behind Su Ling to massage her shoulders to please her.

"Lingling, don't be angry. It's not my fault. Every time you deal with someone, you deal with them too quickly and I don't even have time to react."

"Haha, you want me to fight for half an hour? Isn't that enough for you?"

It’s over, the little guy is angry, and he said this with gritted teeth.

The man trembled and quickly explained to save his life, "No, I didn't."

Su Ling didn't mind Fu Yu acting like a young wife at this moment, as if she was used to it.

Jiang Yuyan, on the other hand, stared at him in disbelief with her eyes as wide as meteor hammers.

"Xiao, Xiaoyu you, you" how could you become like this.

However, she couldn't say this because when she called the person's name, the person just glanced at her and didn't look at her again.

“……”So sad, woooo.

Su Ling knew what she wanted to say. Although she also didn’t understand Fu Yu’s personality, she liked it.

This is given to her by the man, ahem, face!

So someone stood up straight with a proud look, trying to make himself look stronger to block Fu Yu.

"Are you okay? I came to save you out of kindness, but you came to steal my man out of disgust. What were you thinking?"

Jiang Yuyan shrank her neck and her face darkened. She muttered softly, "I didn't ask you to come."

Su Ling: “…”?

Fu Yu also heard it, and he was very supportive: "...Wife, let's go."

Jiang Yuyan: “…” Do you love me so much?

"Xiao Yu! Don't leave. I'm scared. My son is injured."

As she spoke, the woman seemed to have just remembered her poor son who had been kicked away by someone, and she ran over in horror to see if he was dead or not.

Because the big boy just lay on the ground without moving.

Su Ling rolled her eyes at her back and curled her lips.

Before, I was so busy trying to catch the enemy that I didn't even remember my son. But when I was trying to keep the enemy away, I remembered him. Ha.

The girl really felt sorry for the tool man Fu Zheshen.

"Your son is injured, and you don't care?"

Su Ling suddenly bumped the person next to him with his shoulder, but the person just stood there watching without moving.

Fu Zheshen, ah Fu Zheshen, neither your father nor your mother loves you, hehe.

It also depends on her stepmother to pay attention to it.

Seeing that Fu Yu was just staring at her without saying anything and not knowing what he was thinking, the girl rolled her eyes again and said, "Let's go and have a look, before he really gets killed."

"Yeah." Only then did the man respond.

Su Ling shook her head. This man really took the saying "if you have a stepmother, you will have a stepfather" and made it a reality.

Please hold it back, it makes her look vicious, okay?

The two walked to Fu Zheshen, and Jiang Yuyan was clinging to him and crying loudly, shouting for her son to wake up quickly.

Su Ling was speechless. She felt that even good people could be harmed by the woman shaking and beating like that.

He was supposed to wake up, but he was knocked unconscious.

Su Ling patiently reminded her kindly, "Don't hit his chest. I remember he was kicked there just now. Don't make his injury worse."

She said it sincerely, but Ms. Jiang suddenly lost her temper and accused the wronged person without any appreciation: "He is unconscious, and you still say such things. Don't you wish him well? He is my son, how can I harm him?"

Jiang Yuyan's "beautiful tears", coupled with her beautiful crying wrist, well, it really looks like that.

Su Ling has really become a bad guy.

Su Ling rolled her eyes toward the sky.

Su Ling raised her hand and made a zipper-like motion on her mouth.

Su Ling shut up.

Su Ling was no longer worried about the poor child.

Su Ling stood aside leisurely and watched the performance.

Su Ling: ...

Seeing the man's series of quick actions, Jiang Yuyan did not refute. She immediately squatted on the ground in a delicate and aggrieved manner and looked at Fu Yu.

I don't know whether I hope he will agree with what I said and scold Su Ling, or I hope he will send his son to the hospital as soon as possible.

Of course the first one is impossible.

Fu Yu sighed and decided to save his son first, but before calling an ambulance, he still said something to the woman.

"Lingling is not as bad as you think. Please stop saying such things."

After saying that, he took out his cell phone and called an ambulance.

Then he left and tied up the thug who was knocked unconscious by Su Ling not far away.

Finally, he walked over to his son and checked his injuries.

In fact, he saw clearly just now that the kick this kid received was not serious.

Lying still like this was his usual habit. Perhaps he felt ashamed and too embarrassed to get up and face people, so he chose to pretend to be dead.

Jiang Yuyan sniffed and the sobbing sound from her mouth was so loud that it could be heard from miles away.

However, everyone present pretended not to hear and no one comforted her.

This made her very sad, especially Fu Yu's attitude towards her. The man only said one sentence to her since he came over, and she still felt that she had bullied his people.

How dare she? Didn’t she see that this girl knocked out so many people?

"Xiao Yu"

The woman tugged at the man's sleeve, and the next second, Fu Yu moved away and remained silent.

Su Ling, who was standing nearby and was about to complain, saw this and kindly said nothing, not even the laughter she wanted to make.

She was forced to hold it back.

Jiang Yuyan felt cold in her heart, and said softly with a pursed mouth: "Xiao Yu, Xiao Zhan is still alone at home. He is sick, and I am worried... Can you ask Miss Su to help me check on him? Zhe Shen is like this, and I can't leave. I can only trouble you for help!"

"……?"ah?

Su Ling widened her eyes, pointed at herself in shock, and looked at Jiang Houxian. She was so shocked that she couldn't utter a word for a long time.

What does that mean? It means that she should go to look after her younger son, and she and Fu Yu, as husband and wife, should go to the hospital to take care of her older son? ?

? May I ask? Why?

Fu Yu felt a pain in his forehead after hearing this, and he spoke without even looking at anyone.

"I'll call Aunt Yang. Zhe Shen, Ling Ling and I will take you to the hospital. I've also called the police. You'll have to take care of the rest on your own."

This was said decisively and clearly, and Su Ling liked it.

But someone was unhappy: "Xiao Yu, I can't handle these two things by myself, I..."

Before she finished speaking, Fu Yu interrupted her: "The police will ask Xiao Xian to accompany you. When Zhe Shen wakes up, let him go home."

Well, Jiang Yuyan was instantly hit and was speechless: "..."

But Su Ling was confused. Why did she look for Xiao Xian? Who was Xiao Xian?

Seeing that she was confused, Fu Yu did not rush to help her, but the police and ambulance arrived at the same time.

They helped carry the man into the ambulance, and then explained the whole story to the police.

Fu Zheshen was then sent to the hospital.

"Uncle Fu, who is Xiao Xian?"

Su Ling actually had a suspicion in her mind, but she was not sure and couldn't figure out why she ended up with that person.

They don't matter.

Fu Yu and Su Ling were at the payment window, and the man answered her while taking the bill.

"Xiao Xian, he is also Jiang Yuyan's son."

Su Ling: “…”?

what?