My Private Marvel System

　　 "My dear, don't resist, your mother agrees that we are together, isn't it good for me to be your father? I will love you very much!!!"

　　 The homeless man has a hoarse voice, like thirsty, full of dirty smell.

　　 Yanren's bad breath almost broke Jenny. Although she is usually bullied, no one really will do this to a twelve-year-old girl.

　　 But the opponent's strength is too great, even if Jenny uses her best, she can't stop the opponent even if she stops.

　　 It may be that Jenny’s resistance is gradually disappearing, and the tramp’s voice has become a little excited: "That’s right, let Dad take good care of you, you will have new clothes and..."

　　 "Maybe you should remove that dirty tongue from this lady's neck."

　　Doll stood blankly behind the tramp, and said coldly.

　　 "Damn, who are you?!"

　　 The tramp shivered with fright, hurriedly let go of Jenny and stood up and shouted.

　　 "It doesn't matter who I am. The important thing is that you will spend the rest of your life in prison. I hope those guys who like men can treat you well."

　　 "Damn it, you asked for it, you asked for it!!" The homeless man had fierce eyes, so he drew out a sharp knife and stabbed Dole fiercely.

　　 Jenny was completely frightened and shrank into a ball shivering.

　　Dor's eyes were dazzling, he sideways avoiding the sharp knife, and at the same time he smashed his fat belly with a punch!

　　 "Boom!!"

　　 The homeless man of more than 1.8 meters flew out like a rag doll, hit the wall at once, and the entire attic trembled.

　　 Internal bleeding, a slight rupture of the spleen, and displacement of the large intestine... The seemingly burly tramp passed out in a coma with foaming foam. What awaited him was long labor reform and soap picking.

　　 "Your name is Jenny? My name is Dole. I think we can introduce ourselves first.."

　　 More than ten minutes later, Jenny finally calmed down slowly, but her gaze at Dole was still a bit dodging.

　　 "Maybe food can help us understand each other."

　　Doll glanced at the messy kitchen, and immediately gave up the idea of ​​cooking here.

　　 After calling the police to take away the homeless man and waking up the drunk mother, Dole and the timid Jenny came to the messy grass in the backyard.

　　 After serving a vanilla egg roll and matcha cookie, Jenny's shrinking body stretched out.

　　 "Are you ‘Qigong Delicacy’? I’ve heard of you."

　　 "Can you do magic?"

　　 "Do you have a girlfriend?"

　　 Jenny may seldom communicate with others like this, so under the comfort of Dol's delicacies and a gentle smile, she immediately opened her heart.

　　 Dole is very patient, and the little girl's experience also made him feel a little sympathetic to the child.

　　 "Where's your father? Didn't you go away? Why didn't you see him?"

　　 Feeling that the heat is almost there, Dole directed the topic to Mark.

　　 Speaking of her father, Jenny's eyes dimmed, and her excitement suddenly became low.

　　 "I... my father passed away."

　　 Mark is actually very vague in Jenny’s memory. When she was very young, Mark went to jail for a crime, and then there was news of his death.

　　 Jenny missed her father's warm embrace very much. Her mother was only interested in relief money except for alcohol and beatings.

　　 Jenny has not mentioned her father in front of others for a long time, because although he loves herself very much, his identity really makes Jenny unable to tell.

　　 Criminals, prisoners, prisoners..

　　 "Jenny, **** it, where did you go? Do you want your mother to eat these things?"

　　 Jenny’s mother swayed out of the house, holding a plate of toast covered with green hairs in her hand.

　　 It may be that the fresh breeze outside stimulated the nerves of the drunk mother, and she tilted her head just two steps out.

　　 "Oh~!!!"

　　 The sour, foul-smelling vomit pouring out of her mouth like a nasal mucus, and seeing Dole's stomach feel uncomfortable.

　　Ke people seem to be used to this level of vomiting a long time ago, spit out spitting saliva, wiped the corners of their mouths, and continued to curse their daughter.

　　 "Damn, am I dazzled? Why do I seem to see a cake?"

　　 The alcoholic mother walked slowly to the small dining table, grabbed the fluffy cake and delivered it to her mouth.

　　 "Dear madam, maybe we can talk." Dole said with a smile, ignoring the other's ugly appearance.

　　 "Tell me? What to talk about? Are you very interested in middle-aged women? As long as you give me a wad of beer, I will let you enjoy the fun of women!"

　　 Dole's facial muscles moved, he looked back at the other's bulging belly and fat, and directly took out a wad of swords.

　　 "Oh, God, have you finally heard my prayer?"

　　 Jenny's mother stared at the stack of banknotes with bright eyes, and there was a drooling motion in her throat.

　　 "As long as you don't kill me, you can make any request if you are generous!!"

　　 Jenny’s mother has no bottom line, and almost half of her **** are exposed from the opened collar. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 Dole turned his gaze away, and smiled gently at Jenny, and made a request in the expressions of shock.

　　 "You... do you want Jenny's custody?"

　　 Jenny’s mother was stunned, how decadent, she is Jenny’s mother after all. Looking distraught on the wad of banknotes for a while, he flatly refused Dole's request.

　　 "I know I am not a qualified mother. If Jenny wants to leave me in the future, I will never stop it. But... at least I am her mother now."

　　 Jenny’s mother still has vomit stuck on her face, but her expression is now more serious than ever.

　　 Dole nodded, not discussing the topic of custody. Instead, the conversation turned around and talked about Jenny's future.

　　 "Jenny's future?"

　　 Maybe in the eyes of Jenny’s mother, Jenny is still a kid, where is the future?

　　 Dole talked about the possible future of Jenny very seriously, and Jenny’s mother's face suddenly became gloomy.

　　Doer is right. According to Jenny's personality and the surrounding growth environment, Jenny is likely to become a "bus" and an inflatable doll next. Even after graduation, her road is destined to become a street girl with heavy makeup.

　　 Did you die from AIDS or drugs? No one knows, no one cares.

　　 "Although I cannot guarantee Jenny a bright and happy future, at least I can guarantee that she will not die on the street in the future."

　　 Dole's voice was low and deep, as if it heralded the darkness and helplessness of Jenny's future.