Quick Transmigration: The villain's Bai Yueguang is dead again

After Yu Tang left, Wei Mosheng reached out and stroked his hair.

It seems that you can still feel the residual temperature on it.

Warm and reassuring.

The corner of the boy's mouth raised unconsciously, but he relaxed immediately.

No one would be nice to another person for no reason, this man must have some other purpose.

His expression returned to indifference again. Wei Mosheng hid his access card and phone number in his inner pocket, climbed the stairs to the third floor, and just opened the door with the key, when he was slapped on the door frame by a man who slapped him head-on.

"You little bastard is coming back so late!"

"Where did you fool around!"

"If you don't do anything every day, why do I support you!"

His head was buzzing, he was pulled into the room by the man by the collar, and fell hard to the ground covered with beer bottles.

The body that had already been bruised and bruised could not get up at all at this time.

The door closed behind him, and Wei Mosheng saw the man take the umbrella by the door and slap him on him, scolding him while slapping him: "If I hadn't married your mother, that annoying ghost, I wouldn't have lost money all the time!"

"And raised you such a waste!"

"If you don't give me money back, you will be killed sooner or later!"

There was a sound in the bedroom.

After a while, the thin woman walked out holding the door frame.

His eyes were black and blue, and there were red and swollen palm marks on his face, obviously he had just been beaten.

"Shengsheng!" Although her face was seriously injured, she was still beautiful, and Wei Mosheng just followed her.

"Damin, stop beating him, can you?" She staggered to Zhang Damin's side and grabbed the umbrella from the man's hand: "Shengsheng just came back a little late, if you have something to say, put it down first..."

But before she finished speaking, she was pushed out by Zhang Damin, hit the table with her back, and fell to the ground, her face turned pale from the pain.

"Stinky bitch, you haven't given me a son and a daughter for so many years, and you still want me to have a good face for the children you have with other men?"

"Dream your mother!"

Seeing that Jiang Yuan was injured, Wei Mosheng's anger rushed into his mind.

He tried his best to get up and stood in front of the woman, his bloodshot eyes stared fiercely at the tall and strong man in front of him.

"If you dare to hit my mother again, I will kill you!"

Jiang Yuan quickly stretched out her hand to cover Wei Mosheng's mouth, her body trembling with fear: "Shengsheng, how could you talk to your father like that, please apologize!"

She didn't want to condemn Wei Mosheng, but she was afraid that her son would lose control of himself and make a big mistake.

"Okay! Little bastard! Your wings are stiff, how dare you talk to me like that!"

Zhang Damin was furious, grabbed his umbrella and slammed it on Wei Mosheng's body.

Wei Mosheng's forehead was bulging with veins, his fingers reached for the beer bottle, and his mind was full of violent thoughts.

--kill him!

—Kill this bastard stepfather!

—Kill this bastard man!

——As long as you kill him, your mother will be saved!

— Only by killing him can this family be peaceful!

But at his craziest moment, a soft white hand was placed on his.

The eyes of the woman protected by him were filled with tears, and there was deep worry hidden deep in her eyes.

She said, "Shengsheng, mom, please, don't be impulsive."

The killing intent faded away like a tide, and Wei Mosheng suddenly became sober.

He let go of the beer bottle, firmly protected Jiang Yuan, and didn't make another sound.

It took three days for Yu Tang to wait for Wei Mosheng's knock on the door.

When I opened the door, I saw a thin and thin boy wearing a washed-out white sweater and light-colored sweatpants, and the bruises on his face increased rather than diminished.

He frowned: "what's the matter with the injury on your face?"

"Why did it look more serious after a few days?"

"It's okay." Wei Mosheng didn't intend to tell Yu Tang, after that day he lay at home for two days before getting out of bed, and came here as soon as he felt better today.

Because he didn't want to talk about his family in front of outsiders, let alone get Yu Tang's false sympathy.

"The other day you said you would teach me boxing for free." He rolled up his cuffs and looked at Yu Tang: "But I don't want to owe you anything."

"When I finish my studies and win the game, I will give you back the reward you deserve."