Waste material Wen Er Shao was submerged

"Uh...it hurts..." Everyone was listening outside the door with black lines all over their faces. In broad daylight, what are they doing inside with the door closed?

What else?What are you doing?The people right now have all had experience in that area, and it would be really difficult to imagine that.Mrs. Wen was so happy that she opened her mouth with a smile. After a while, she seemed to feel that Mu Fan was a little bit rude; His face was heavy, as if he couldn't figure out how his good-for-nothing younger brother fell in love with his elite friends; in the end, it was Old Man Wen who followed him after feeling ashamed, his face turned purple with anger.

Everyone listened for a while, and finally the old man couldn't stand it anymore, he kicked the door open and cursed loudly.

"You son of a bitch, what are you doing?" The so-called do not see evil, the others all closed their eyes reflexively.Then he felt that something was wrong, so he opened his eyes and looked at the scene in front of him.

Wen Er Shao took off his shirt, revealing his back with bruises, and moaned in pain while turning his face halfway.And Mu Fan was pressing his struggling hands and feet, rubbing something on the wound on his back?

The second young master, who had heard the old man's yelling earlier, thought that his father was coming to beat someone up again, so he turned half over and hid behind Mu Fan, tremblingly saying.

"Wipe... wipe the medicine... I can't get it, Mu Fan...he...he will help me." Dad's expression is so scary, mother's expression is so regrettable, sister-in-law's expression is so surprised, brother's expression It's so weird, Er Shao is confused, what's going on?

It turned out to be such an oolong, knowing that he had misunderstood, Mr. Wen coughed and said to cover up his embarrassment.

"Little bastard, you know you're scared." The old man Wen said harshly, but he was still a little worried when he saw the bruises on Er Shao's back, and some marks were even bleeding, so it must be very painful!Such a big person, when will this doll be able to make people feel at ease.

After recovering from the surprise just now, Mrs. Wen's eyes widened when she saw Er Shao's injured back, with a distressed look, and then she stared at Mr. Wen as if complaining, why did she beat the child so badly? You can do it too.Mr. Wen is not guilty. In his eyes, if he does something wrong, he should be punished. This child has been used to it since he was a child.Heartache is heartache, after all, it is his own child, there is no one who does not feel pain, but punishment is still necessary, he insisted on this.

After many years of husband and wife, Mrs. Wen naturally knows what her wife thinks, but she still feels distressed!She can replace anyone with a sum, but only Yashi, she can't allow others to hurt even the old man.

Er Shao is very good at looking at people's faces, so when he saw his mother's distress, he immediately knew how to make use of it, so Er Shao abandoned Mu Fan, who was dependent on him, and turned to Mrs. Wen.

"Mom, Dad hit me, it hurts to death." The second young master deliberately ignored Mr. Wen's murderous gaze, and looked pitifully towards Mrs. Wen.

Originally, she felt sorry for her precious son, but now she heard his son cry out for pain, Wen Madam couldn't take it anymore, she looked like she was looking for someone to settle the score.

Mu Fan laughed sullenly, knowing that he had nothing to do, got up and planned to leave. This was their housework, and he didn't have the time to participate.But the pace of leaving was held back by the second young master, who looked at him vigilantly, with a puzzled expression on his face.

"Where are you going?" Mu Fan was also a little impatient, what's wrong with this young master, why bother to hold him when the backer comes.

"You guys have a good chat." The second young master shook his head vigorously, pulling Mu Fan's clothes and saying nothing to let go.

"My dad hit me again after you left." In fact, the second young master knew that if dad really wanted to beat someone, even mom wouldn't be able to stop him. Dad must have done it for Mu Fan's sake this time. He, otherwise he would probably be in the hospital by now.If Mu Fan left, what would his father do if he beat him again?

Mu Fan sighed slightly, feeling that he was really an old woman, so he was in a good mood, so he reached out and touched the second young master's head, patting comfortingly.

"Uncle, even if I bring Second Young Master back, I will take good care of him, so let's talk about it when he recovers!"

Mu Fan has a good image in the eyes of the Wen family, and he is also the person chosen by the family for the second young master. With Mu Fan's protection, even if he is as strict as the old man Wen, he has nothing to say.Besides, seeing that Mu Fan is very careful and the second young master is very dependent on each other, everyone is also relieved.Although Mrs. Wen was still worried about the second young master's injury, she didn't make any more demands. After all, sometimes Mrs. Wen knew very well not to push too hard.

At the end of the quarrel, the Second Young Master still stayed at Mu Fan's house and sent away the whole family. The Second Young Master collapsed on the bed in a good mood and sighed comfortably.

"Brother! You are so kind to me." Mu Fan was picking up clothes in the closet, and he almost choked on his saliva when he heard the thank you for some unknown reason.

"Don't get close to me, I don't like this."

"It's not easy to be thanked by my second young master!" The second young master muttered dissatisfiedly, seeing that indifferent expression on his face, it was very hurtful.Hearing Er Shao's muttering, Mu Fan turned around and looked Er Shao in the eye, then walked over and kicked his leg.

"There are so many people who thank me, go, sleep next door."

"No, I want to sleep in this big bed. Brother, let me sleep with you!" The second young master rolled around on the big bed that Xiao had wanted for a long time, and said like a fool.

"What? You're hungry." Mu Fan put his hands in his trouser pockets naturally, and glanced sideways at the second young master.

The second young master frowned and scolded Mu Fan for not raising his hand. Seeing that Mu Fan had no intention of softening up, he had no choice but to pick up the hot quilt and walk out. Mu Fan stretched out his foot to stop him.

"Where are you going to carry the quilt?" The second young master was dissatisfied and shouted with his head raised.

"I'm covering the heat..." Mu Fan raised his eyebrows, feeling frustrated that one day he would want to tear this little bastard apart.

The project on the mountain was not delayed because of Mu Fan's disappearance. During the time they left, the planning work was almost completed, and the boss naturally didn't need to come forward for the subsequent projects.Second Young Master is happy and at ease, of course he is happy not to go to Dashan, but what else does he feel like Dashan?It's a pity that the second young master also gave up after he couldn't think of it.

It's good to live in Mu Fan's house. He sleeps until he wakes up naturally every day. There is a special cook for meals, so he can play however he wants.And ah!Because Mu Fan has been away for a while, there are many things waiting to be dealt with in the company, so he leaves early and returns late every day.The most important thing was that once Mu Fan left, the second young master could act as the boss, and he was even more presumptuous in Mu Fan's house than in his own.

But in a few days, all the maids in the family were inevitably molested by the second young master, and the second young master was still not satisfied, thinking that those maids were not beautiful enough, thinking about going out to play.But the tragedy is that the second young master has no money, and the old man Wen's bank card has been frozen, and those friends from the past have disappeared when it comes to borrowing money.So the second young master acted like a cat, how could he get money from Mu Fan.

The author has something to say: I have time today, but I can’t type a single word while sitting in front of the computer. I stayed up until 11:[-], and I managed to make up so much, ahhhhh

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