Chapter 39： The world's first cutest at the same table (39)

Chapter 39 The world's first cutest at the same table (39)

The calm and warm days were broken after a few days.

Luo Cimian slept until midnight when the door was knocked bang bang.

He opened the door, and outside stood a unkempt, wine-smelling Bai Wenwan.

"What are you looking at! Help me in!" the drunk woman yelled.

Luo Cimian silently helped her into the door.

"Go get me a glass of water." The woman was lying on the sofa and beckoning the boy.

Luo Cimian still went to pour her a glass of water without saying a word.

Bai Wenwan took the water cup, took a sip, spit it out, and angrily said, "The water is so hot! How can you tell me to drink it!"

Luo Cimian was expressionless, "Drink with your mouth."

"How dare you talk back!"

The    teenager shouted: "Why don't you dare! You are not my biological mother! Why do you care about me!"

Bai Wenwan's expression stiffened for a moment after being yelled at by him.

"Since I was a child, I didn't understand why you didn't like me at all."

"In order to please you, I study hard and surpass everyone, but no matter how good I am in the eyes of others, you will never praise me."

"After 18 years, I finally understand that everything is because I am not your biological son."

After    finished speaking, Luo Cimian laughed at himself.

"You already know? Who told you!" The woman's face was full of fear and tension.

Luo Cimian did not speak.

Bai Wenwan saw that Luo Cimian was silent, and a nameless anger rose in his chest.

picked up the clothes hanger on the sofa, and beat the boy one by one, as if to vent his anger.

Luo Cimian gasped in pain, seeing that she had no intention of stopping, so she had to grab the drying rack to prevent the woman from continuing to abuse herself.

Sometimes adults just rely on their own strength, so when they teach children a lesson, they teach them a lesson.

From childhood to adulthood, he doesn't know how many times he has been beaten, but that doesn't mean he will continue to endure it now.

The woman was still cursing.

"You look exactly like your **** mother! Just as annoying!"

Bai Wenwan glared at the young man with a ferocious face, and the blue veins on his forehead burst out. He was originally a good-looking face, but at this time, it looked really ugly.

"Sure enough, he is a small evil, and he will be punished when he is born."

"Why do not you go to hell!"

Bai Wenwan's mouth was rough and hard to hear, causing Luo Cimian to sink his face suddenly.

The woman had lost her mind and suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Luo Cimian's neck.

clenched his fingers and pinched the boy tightly.

vented all his grievances on Luo Cimian.

Luo Cimian's brain lacked oxygen, and his limbs began to lose strength. He used all his strength to push Bai Wenwan away.

Bai Wenwan was pushed out violently and fell to the ground. Her abdomen suddenly throbbed, as if she was being pinched by a heavy object.

child!

Bai Wenwan hugged her stomach and growled: "My child!!"

His abdomen was churning, and heat flowed out, and the smell of blood gradually filled the air.

"You murderer, you killed my child!" the woman screamed sharply.

Luo Cimian looked at the blood all over the ground and looked at his hand helplessly.

"I...I didn't mean to!"

The boy called the ambulance with trembling hands.

Immediately after, Bai Wenwan was taken to the hospital by ambulance for treatment.

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When Shiyou answered Luo Cimian's phone, it was very windy on the phone, but he didn't speak.

"Luo Cimian, what's wrong?"

"Why don't you speak?"

"It's alright, I just missed you." The boy's voice was a little choked, with a slightly nasal tone.

"Did something happen?"

Shiyou pursed her lips and asked him softly.

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.

"Where are you?"

"City Hospital Rooftop."

Before Shiyou could speak, the boy said again, "Little grapefruit, can you come and accompany me..."

Luo Cimian was like a wounded child, fragile and pitiful, and asked her for help from there.

The tone of    is an unprecedented sign of weakness.

"Okay, you don't move there, wait for me to find you, I will be very soon, you wait for me."

(end of this chapter)