The slag attack is no longer scum [Quick travel]

Qiao Qingjuan didn't want to leave. In Mother Meng's expectation, any elder brother who could climb up to the Hou's mansion, how could he leave.

Meng's mother is a woman, she is not tall, even Qiao Qingjuan is a head taller than her, but she has the majesty of Mrs. Hou Fu who has always been in her body, and her every move is oppressive.

Because of intelligence, Qiao Qingjuan is not smart, and even poor in logical thinking. In addition, his nature is pure and kind, and he has never been a villain and has done evil things. This will make him unable to stand up to the aggressive Meng Mu for a while.

He could only hug An Ge'er in his arms and stare at her closely, for fear that she would do something to hurt An Ge'er.

Meng's mother dismissed his cowardly appearance. Her son, the dignified young master of the Houfu, is so outstanding, how could his life be ruined because of this kind of person.

"Do you know who my son is. He is a majestic young master, and you are a humble brother. He grew up in a big mansion, no matter what he did, he was always taken care of. But he is with you? Just in the dilapidated little yard? Can you bear it? "

Mother Meng pressed her questions word by word, explaining the huge difference in their identities.

After finishing speaking, he pointed to An Ge'er in Qiao Qingjun's arms. Qiao Qingjuan held An Ge'er, took a step back, and looked at her nervously.

"Also, you gave him a brother? The dignified son of the Hou family, how can his first child be a brother. You know that if this news gets out, he can still be a young master, and he will even He was laughed at by everyone in the capital.

My son even met my biological mother for you, and refused to go home.Do you want my son to abandon his noble status and my mother for you?

If you really love him, then take your child and leave him. I will prepare money for you so that you will have no worries about food and clothing. "

Qiao Qingjuan stared blankly at the lady in front of him, his head was buzzing like a mess, how could he digest her words, he could only barely analyze and come to a conclusion: if you love your husband, you will leave with Brother An .

leave?Do you want to leave your husband?

Qiao Qingjuan never thought of breaking up with Meng Xiangbei. Even though Meng Xiangbei came to see him less and less frequently and his attitude became more and more indifferent over the past year, he didn't have this idea.

In Qiao Qingjuan's mind, being married means being with her husband for the rest of her life, just like his father and mother.

However, now Xianggong's mother suddenly told him that for the sake of Xianggong, he and An Ge'er had to leave.

Qiao Qingjun's limited thoughts were shocked for a moment.

Seeing his appearance like this, Meng's mother knew that he was shaken, and there was a touch of satisfaction and relief in her eyes.

It would be the best if she could use words to make the father and son leave her son voluntarily. She didn't want to make her son angry, let alone tear her face apart.

"For the sake of Xiang Bei, you should leave." Mother Meng continued to bewitch.

Qiao Qingjuan's hand holding An Ge'er gradually tightened, and a trace of confusion appeared in his eyes. Suddenly, Meng Xiangbei's previous words suddenly came to his mind.

"Ah Qing, I will always be by your and Ang'er's side in the future. Our family of three is the happiest when we are together."

That day, the sun was just right, and Meng Xiangbei hugged him and An Ge'er. When he said this, the corners of his lips were smiling.

"a family of three……"

"happiest……"

Qiao Qingjuan murmured in a low voice, the confusion in his eyes gradually faded away, and gradually became clear.

"Daddy, Daddy." An Ge'er hugged his neck with both hands, buried his face in his neck, his voice was soft and waxy, he was too young to express himself in words, but Qiao Qingjuan could feel it.

Although he never called his father, An Geer was unwilling to leave.

Qiao Qingjun patted An Ge'er on the back lightly to comfort him.

Looking at Mother Meng, his clear eyes were firmer than ever before, and he said firmly, "If you don't leave, neither Ah Qing nor An Geer will leave."

Mother Meng was stunned immediately, all the fake smile on her face subsided.

There was a hint of coldness on the corner of her lips: "You really don't want to leave."

Qiao Qingjuan shook his head firmly again, looked outside, expecting his husband to come back soon.

"Since you don't want to drink a toast, Madam Ben has nothing to say. You guys, grab the little brother in his arms. As for this fool, take him to the small hall and arrange guests for him immediately. Ben Madame doesn't believe that my son would ask for someone else's worn-out shoes."

Courtesy first and soldiers later have always been the method Mother Meng likes to use.

As soon as she opened her mouth, the nurse and maid behind her immediately came to Qiao Qingjuan's side.

Meng's mother had expected this situation, and the people brought here were quite tall and fierce, especially one of the nuns, who looked old but had a fierce face.

Seeing that Qiao Qingjun was still hugging An Ge'er and not letting go.

The fingertips pointed at Qiao Qingjun's arm and twisted fiercely, with a grim expression on his face.

Qiao Qingjuan's pain nerves were already sensitive, and tears were about to fall, but he still hugged An Ge'er tightly.

"Daddy..." An Ge'er had never seen such a battle before, and a maid next to him still pulled him away vigorously.

He held his mouth shut, his eyes filled with crystal clear tears.

"Father, father..."

An Geer shouted loudly, calling for that person to come and save them.

Qiao Qingjuan, who has no strength to restrain a chicken, and a one-year-old child can't compare with five or six tall people who are used to heavy work.

An Geer was forcibly ripped away by a coat.

Qiao Qingjuan was surrounded by three nuns, and they kept twisting their hands on Qiao Qingjuan's body. Their wives could say that they had to teach this person who seduced their young master a lesson.

Let him know that not everyone is what a humble brother like him can think of.

Seeing the weeping An Ge'er being taken away by a maid, Qiao Qingjuan was heartbroken and struggled desperately to bring him back.

A nanny narrowed her eyes and raised her hand. Vicious and excited lights flashed in her eyes. When she saw that a slap was about to land on Qiao Qingjuan's face, a whip suddenly came through the air and hit the nanny directly. .

The force of the whip was so strong that it directly knocked her into the air, and then the whip fell on the other nuns and maidservants, knocking them to the ground with just a few whips.

Several people suddenly let out a tragic cry of pain.

Mother Meng looked in that direction, just in time to meet a pair of eyes as black as ink, filled with cold and violent emotions, she felt a shiver down her spine.

"Father..." Meng Xiangbei went to the maid who was still holding An Ge'er, and took him with one hand. The maid was already stiff, and the next second, she knelt on the ground.

"Father... Daddy, Daddy, hit, hurt..." the little fellow was crying, pointing at the embarrassed Qiao Qingjun, and said vaguely, very wronged and pitiful.

"Sir." Qiao Qingjuan walked to Meng Xiangbei's side, her face was covered with tears.

"Sir, Ah Qing won't leave, and An Ge'er won't leave either. The three of us want to be together." Qiao Qingjuan expressed himself with sobs.

Meng Xiangbei took him into his arms, kissed him on the forehead, and comforted him softly: "Well, don't go, the three of us will never be separated."

With lowered eyes, Meng Xiangbei glanced at the bruises that had been pinched out on Qiao Qingjuan's fair arms. His eyes were a little cold, and the violent aura on his body was once again uncontrollable.

"Ah Qing, you and An Ge'er stand aside and turn your backs. This matter will be dealt with by my husband."

Although Qiao Qingjuan didn't know how Meng Xiangbei was going to deal with him, he was still obedient and dragged An Geer to a corner not far away, turning his back on him.

Meng Xiangbei's eyes swept across the mothers and maids on the ground one by one, and then fell on Mother Meng, and the black whip in his hand suddenly tightened.

Under the sun, the black ink on the whip seemed to be glowing with a layer of icy cold light.

For some reason, Mother Meng suddenly had the feeling that a whip would hit her in the next second.

No, how is this possible.

That is her own son.

"My son, what are you doing?" Seeing Meng Xiangbei slowly raising his whip, Mother Meng exclaimed.

"If you have the guts to bully my wife and children, I, as a husband-in-law, naturally want to get it back." As soon as the words fell, the whip was raised, lowered again, and swung at the maids and maids.

One whip after another, without the slightest mercy, the strength was so great that the clothes were ripped open, revealing the bloody welts.

Mother Meng froze in place, unable to move, her blood seemed to be frozen, and her hands and feet felt cold.

For so many years, she saw her son like this for the first time.

In Meng's mother's impression, her son was a gentle person, even if he had disputes with others or got angry, he never used his whip.

And now.

He was expressionless, like a cold-blooded demon, and the violent pressure in his body made her almost breathless.

In his eyes, she seemed to be no longer his mother, but an insignificant person without a trace of admiration.

In an instant, Meng Mu fell into an ice cellar.

Seeing those nuns and maids crawling up to her with their bloody bodies begging for mercy, Mother Meng finally came to her senses.

"That's enough, don't you want to beat them to death?" She snapped.

"Are you going to kill them or me!"

Mother Meng stopped the nanny and maidservant behind her. She was not defending them, but was looking at Meng Xiangbei's attitude. She was betting that Meng Xiangbei would not beat her.

Her gamble certainly paid off.

When she was standing forward, Meng Xiangbei slowly retracted the whip, but his brows and eyes were still violent and cold.

Mother Meng secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It's just that she hasn't completely let go of her heart, and Meng Xiangbei is the first to speak: "I won't go back to the Hou's mansion in the future, and you don't want to come here either."

Mother Meng's pupils suddenly dilated, and her voice was subconsciously sharp: "What do you mean by that? Could it be that you want to sever ties with the Hou Mansion and with my mother?"

Meng Xiangbei looked at her and said solemnly: "Yes. If you can't accept Ah Qing and his son, I can only leave."

Meng's mother's chest rose and fell violently, and she almost couldn't breathe: "Look, this is the good son I raised, and he wants to sever the mother-child relationship with me because of a lowly brother.

Meng Xiangbei, let me ask you, are you really willing to part with the glory and wealth of the Hou Mansion, and are you really going to abandon me as a mother? "

The violence on Meng Xiangbei's body has gradually subsided, and his tone is indifferent, without much warmth: "The son is just giving the mother a choice."

"Okay, very good, then today, I will tell you clearly that if I want to accept this pair of father and son to enter the door, unless I die, it will be impossible for the rest of my life. If you have the ability, you get out of the Hou's mansion and the capital." Meng Meng The mother did not hesitate to speak. From her side, since she knew Qiao Qingjuan and his son, there has always been only one way to deal with it, and that is to let Meng Xiangbei break off with them. Now, even if Meng Xiangbei threatens like this, she still will not change. idea.

Meng Xiangbei seemed to have anticipated her thoughts long ago, without much expression on his face.

He knelt down slowly and kowtowed to Mother Meng: "Since this is the case, the son can only leave. From now on, the son will not be able to serve the mother. I hope the mother will cherish it."

Mother Meng watched him kowtow and say these unfeeling words, and she couldn't breathe in her chest immediately.

She looked at Meng Xiangbei's back and shouted loudly: "I gave birth to you and raised you for twenty years. Is this how you treat me as a mother?"

Meng Xiangbei didn't turn his head back, his voice was faint but clearly reached Mother Meng's ears.

"I was not born with love. My birth was calculated by you. My existence is a tool for you to keep your father by your side. Since childhood, you have never asked me what I like. What, what don't you like, you just force me to be good, force me to grow up according to your ideas, and grow into what you want.

Actually, to tell you the truth, I used to envy Meng Xiangyuan, not because of anything else, but because he had a father who knew him, understood him, and understood him.

And you, never cared about your feelings, never cared about my thoughts.Before you do anything for me, have you ever asked me if I like it or not. "

Meng Xiangbei's chest was heavy and uncomfortable, and he substituted the emotions of the original owner.

The original owner grew up under half oppression by his mother.

His existence was just a bargaining chip for his mother to fight for favor, and his mother's kindness to him was always only what she thought.

He was forced to accept it, but he was exhausted physically and mentally.

Mother Meng's body swayed and almost fell down.

Finally, Mother Meng and a group of nuns and maids left.

After they left, Meng Xiangbei quickly cleaned up his emotions.

He took Qiao Qingjun and An Ge'er back to the house, and checked their bodies.

An Ge'er's body was fine, after all, he was just a child. Fortunately, those people were not mad enough to attack a child.

It's just that Qiao Qingjun had many injuries.

Meng Xiangbei slowly rolled up his sleeves, exposing his arms. His skin was supposed to be fair, but it was stained with bruises. You can see how severely those people pinched him at that time.

When his eyes fell on those traces, Meng Xiangbei's violence could hardly be suppressed.

Qiao Qingjuan slowly took his hand: "Sister, it's fine, don't be sad. It will be fine soon."

Seeing Qiao Qingjuan's worried look, Meng Xiangbei sighed slowly.

"Let me rub the medicine on you."

He picked up the medicinal wine and wiped it carefully for Qiao Qingjun.

Qiao Qingjuan's injuries were not only on his arms, but also on his back, but there were more injuries on his two arms.

After applying the medicine, he rolled up Qiao Qingjuan's sleeves and dressed him.

Qiao Qingjun put his hand in Meng Xiangbei's big palm, and said seriously: "Ah Qing and An Geer will not leave, they want to stay with Mr. Xianggong."

Meng Xiangbei was stunned for a moment, and then he came to his senses. He went on to talk about what Meng's mother asked him and An Geer to leave just now.

Meng Xiangbei rubbed his hair, the young man's hair was like a waterfall, his face was clean and handsome, his eyes were clear and pure, like an angel who fell into the mortal world without knowing the world.

"Ah Qing has done a good job, our family of three will not be separated, and my husband does not want Ah Qing and An Geer to be separated."

The praised Qiao Qingjun showed a shy smile.

"But next time, we can't let others hit it." Meng Xiangbei continued to ask.

Qiao Qingjun's eyes revealed a confused look.

Meng Xiangbei hugged him, and said in a persuasive manner: "If you encounter bad people in the future, and your husband is not by your side, Ah Qing must remember to take Ange and run away first, you know? You must close the door and find a safe place to hide."

"Then wait for my husband to come to Ah Qing and An Ge'er, right?" Qiao Qingjun followed his words.

"Yes. Remember? You have to know that if you and An Ge'er are injured, the husband will be very distressed."

Qiao Qingjuan nodded, and patted his own chest: "Ah Qing knows."

As he said that, he hugged Ang Geer who was watching them curiously: "An Geer also knows."

"Come on, Brother An, call Father." Qiao Qingjuan continued to teach, and took Angle's little hand to wave to Meng Xiangbei.

An Ge'er nestled in Qiao Qingjuan's arms, blinking at him with those still red eyes, then parted her tender lips, and said two words: "Father."

The voice is soft and waxy, just like the cotton candy with a hint of sweetness.

In fact, when Yu Meng's mother and the others met each other just now, Meng Xiangbei had already heard the father who spoke out when An Ge'er was crying and disturbed.

But the feeling is different.

The "father" at that time was a helpless child asking his father for help.

And at this time, the sound of father.

Meng Xiangbei looked at An Ge'er's slightly round peach blossom eyes, which were very similar to Qiao Qingjun's, and clearly saw admiration in them.

An Ge'er recognized him as his father.

Meng Xiangbei smiled, happier than ever.

"Alas." He responded loudly, took Angle over with both hands, and hugged the fragrant and soft little guy in his arms, wishing to rub it into his bones.

"Brother An, can you call me father again?"

An Ge'er looked up at him, licked his pink lips, and said, "Father."

A few seconds later, he turned up the volume again and called out, "Father."

Meng Xiangbei hugged An Ge'er tightly, buried his face in his soft neck, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

There were hot tears falling down.

Once, this child died of illness early, but he couldn't even call out "Father".

Now, finally, finally...

Meng Xiangbei swore that he must protect their father and son in this life.

An Ge'er was confused and didn't understand why his father was crying.

He stretched out his little hand, patted Meng Xiangbei's shoulder, and said softly, "Don't cry."

Meng Xiangbei raised his head slowly: "Well, father doesn't cry."

An Ge'er blinked, stretched out his little hand, and wiped away the tears on Meng Xiangbei's face bit by bit...

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