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Jian Zhou never knew that a woman could be so hysterical before. She has a higher education and is a teacher, but now, she is standing in the living room of someone else's house and yelling. It is not an exaggeration to say that she is insane.

"Can you stop shouting?" Jian Zhou frowned and stood behind her, full of impatience.

She turned to look at her son sharply, and asked, "What are you doing here? Don't think I don't know anything!"

In the bedroom upstairs, Qiao Yichuan lay on the door and listened to the sounds outside. He was very worried, thinking that something big might happen. He held his phone in his hand, ready to call the police at any time.

Jian Zhou's mother walked towards Jian Zhou slowly, and unexpectedly slapped Jian Zhou's face.

Her slap was extraordinarily loud, extremely harsh in the empty living room.

Qiao Yichuan heard it upstairs, and now he couldn't bear it anymore, opened the door and ran downstairs.

"What's going on?" Qiao Yichuan immediately lost his temper when he saw Jian Zhou covering his face and confronting his mother.

Although Jian Zhou can always piss him off sometimes, this is the boy he likes, and no one can bully him, even if that person is his mother.

Qiao Yichuan kicked over the vase shelf next to the stairs, and the ceramic vase fell to the ground with a sharp sound, which shocked Jian Zhou's mother for a moment.

"Why did you hit him?" Qiao Yichuan blocked Jian Zhou from behind, pouted his neck and said sharply, "Why did you come to my house to lose your nerve?"

Qiao Yichuan has not been a good boy who "respects the old and loves the young" since he was a child. Some people used to scold him for "someone lives and no one cares for him". An ordinary child must be anxious when he hears this sentence, but he smiled and said to others: " That's right, that's right, so now I'm going to beat you up."

He used to endure it for a long time because the other party was Jian Zhou's mother, and he also admitted some ironic words in front of him, but now, she actually hit Jian Zhou, Qiao Yichuan, as a peerless boyfriend with full combat value No matter what, it is impossible to let her be arrogant.

"What's your business if I beat my son?" Seeing Qiao Yichuan getting angry, Jian Zhou's mother gave him a "bah" and said cursingly, "What are you? Are you shameless? Shame! Jian Zhou is a normal child, he is different from you!"

When Qiao Yichuan and Jian Zhou heard this, they immediately understood why she was able to find this place.She must have known about the relationship between the two of them, but who told her, Jian Zhou couldn't figure it out.

Qiao Yichuan subconsciously felt that his father had leaked the news, so he was out of breath, thinking that he had to talk to his father properly.

"I'm just like him!" At this time, Jian Zhou didn't want to hide anything anymore. It didn't matter to him, he was used to his mother's harsh words, but he was afraid that she would say something that would embarrass Qiao Yichuan. Come on, he can't let the person he likes be hurt.

"What nonsense?" Jian Zhou's mother reached out to grab Jian Zhou, but he avoided it.

Jian Zhou pulled Qiao Yichuan back, and he said to his mother, "I'm just like him, and I liked him first. We're in a relationship, and we're going to talk for the rest of our lives. It doesn't matter if you don't agree, because I'm not either. Matters a lot."

Listening to Jian Zhou's words, Qiao Yichuan suddenly remembered his previous self. He and his father also had this theory.

Is this a tacit understanding?Qiao Yichuan was a little happy.

After hearing these words, Jian Zhou's mother broke out completely. She looked at the two boys in front of her in disbelief, shook her head angrily, pointed at Jian Zhou and said, "You come home with me immediately!"

"I'm at home now." Jian Zhou said, "The place with Qiao Yichuan is my home. By your side, I wish I could die."

When he said these words, Jian Zhou felt as sad as if a layer of skin had been torn off by someone. His words were sharp, and when he pierced others, he also hurt his own heart.

It was his home after all, this was his mother after all.It's just that it's really impossible for him to go back, what is that?It is a more terrifying existence than prisons and hells. It is a vacuum space. After he returns, he will only suffocate and die in an instant.

And he couldn't die, he had more things to do, and Qiao Yichuan wanted him to love.

Qiao Yichuan held Jian Zhou's hand and said triumphantly: "Auntie, it would be rude if I kicked you out. I always respect you because you are my Jian Zhou's mother, but if you always If it’s so unreasonable, then I don’t need to respect you anymore.”

"Shut up!" She continued to yell wildly, then turned around, grabbed the fallen flower pot stand and threw it at the two boys.

A woman in anger is like an erupting volcano. Before this moment, you would never imagine that she would be so powerful and quick to respond.

Just as Jian Zhou and Qiao Yichuan were looking to hide from the flower pot stand, she immediately bent down to pick up the fragments of the flower pot and threw them at Qiao Yichuan.

Jian Zhou and Qiao Yichuan didn't notice the flying ceramic shards. She threw three pieces at the same time, one hit the sofa next to her, one pricked Qiao Yichuan's shoulder and fell to the ground, and the other one directly Going towards Qiao Yichuan's face.

The broken pieces of porcelain are often unimaginably sharp, and the sharp part scratches the cheek, bleeding instantly.

She continued to throw, but when she turned around again, she saw Jian Zhou holding Qiao Yichuan tightly.

Jian Zhou's back was facing her, like a target, waiting for her attack at any time.

Qiao Yichuan only felt pain in his shoulder, his face was numb, and something dripped down bit by bit.

Jian Zhou was terrified, and his hands were shaking when he hugged Qiao Yichuan.

"It's okay, it's okay." Qiao Yichuan was often injured in fights before, and it's nothing serious to get a little blood from scratches. He raised his head from Jian Zhou's arms, and continued to challenge his mother, "Auntie, I'm not dead yet. How about you continue?"

Jian Zhou patted him on the back lightly, turned around and said to his mother with a frown, "Are you leaving by yourself or should I call the police?"

"Call the police? I'm your mother!" Jian Zhou's mother threw the fragments of the flowerpot in her hand to the ground angrily, and shouted at them hoarsely, "Do you want to lose face? Two boys! Are you disgusting! All fucking psychopaths!"

Listening to the harsh words, Jian Zhou felt a little powerless. He knew that he would get such an evaluation when he came out, but he didn't want Qiao Yichuan to hear it.

He raised his hand to cover Qiao Yichuan's ears, and said to his mother, "Whatever you say, as long as you leave quickly."

"You come with me, or I won't be here."

"Then we can call the police," Jian Zhou said, "If you break into other people's homes casually and hurt people, the police will not ignore you."

Jian Zhou's mother's complexion was very ugly, it had changed from flushed with anger to pale.

Because she was watching Qiao Yichuan put his arms around her son's waist, and leaned forward to kiss him.

The two boys started kissing in front of her, and Qiao Yichuan was still looking at her with a smile, full of provocation.

At this moment, she only hated herself for coming here empty-handed, if she had a knife...

She looked around, her eyes fixed on the direction of the kitchen.

She glanced at the two boys again, and then walked quickly to the kitchen. She felt that there was no hope for her life. Her husband cheated on her and divorced her, and her son was a pervert. She had worked hard for half her life, but everything was in vain. Why don't you die together?

Several different knives were hanging there, and she suddenly calmed down. The calmness was not to let herself give up this horrible idea, but to choose a knife carefully and let it give them a ride.

She picked up a ceramic knife, looked at it in her hand, turned and went out from the kitchen.

At this time, Jian Zhou was looking for a medicine box, and wanted to treat Qiao Yichuan's face scar first. He was worried that it would leave a scar. After all, Qiao Yichuan had a contract with the company, so it must be a troublesome thing if his face was injured.

Qiao Yichuan muttered beside him, comforting Jian Zhou that he was fine and not to be nervous.

The two young children didn't notice the obviously abnormal woman behind them. When Jian Zhou looked up, the knife in his mother's hand had already been inserted from behind Qiao Yichuan.

All this happened so suddenly that no one expected her to do this.

This scene was seen by Uncle Yu who just came back from the outside. He was furious instantly, rushed over and grabbed the woman's neck to force her to let go.

Ceramic knives are sharper than ordinary knives. Qiao Yichuan hasn't dared to move since lying on the back of the sofa just now.

He was in so much pain that his lips trembled. He looked at Jian Zhou and couldn't speak a word.

Uncle Yu got entangled with Jian Zhou's mother. He pinned her down on the ground and tied her hands tightly with wires.

Jian Zhou looked at Qiao Yichuan, and grabbed his hand in a panic: "It's okay, Yichuan, you trust me."

They had never encountered such a thing before, and they were completely panicked.

Seeing the mobile phone dropped on the sofa, Jian Zhou quickly picked it up and called an ambulance and then the police.

He was so guilty that he dared not face Qiao Yichuan.

He didn't know when he cried. Seeing Qiao Yichuan's clothes soaked in blood, and his lips gradually turning pale, he didn't dare to touch Qiao Yichuan, so he could only bite his finger, bleeding even have no idea.

The ambulance came soon, Jian Zhou went up with Qiao Yichuan, and Uncle Yu stayed to watch Jian Zhou's mother.

In the ambulance, Qiao Yichuan held Jian Zhou's hand and kept staring at him.

Jian Zhou was trembling all over, he had already figured it out, if something really happened to Qiao Yichuan, he would definitely go with him.

Fortunately, Qiao Yichuan was lucky, or in other words, he was lucky. Although the ceramic knife was sharp, it only hurt the flesh.

The knife was not inserted deeply, no internal organs were injured, and Qiao Yichuan's life was not in danger. When Jian Zhou heard what the doctor said, he sat on the chair outside the emergency room and cried, covering his face.