The old woman became rich by relying on the supermarket instead of selling her granddaughter

"Did I do something wrong?" Mo Ruyu murmured in disbelief.

"Yeah." Hu Xianxian nodded.

Things had come to this point, and she really couldn't be tactful any longer, so she simply stopped making things difficult for herself.

"You, you!" Mo Ruyu was so angry that she couldn't speak.

I just think that these people are all barbarians. What's the point of using numbers to bully the minority?

It's so shameless that so many people bully a woman and a child.

And Hu Xianxian actually thinks this is right?

It is true that the environment in which you live determines the kind of person you are.

If he took Hu Xianxian back to the capital in the future, it would probably take a while for her to change her lowly aura.

Forget it, it doesn't matter. She looks good and is healthy. As long as she can have children in the future, that's fine.

The rest will be left to his mother to handle.

Thinking of this, Mo Ruyu's eyes when looking at Hu Xianxian were not as warm as before.

But deep down he decided that he must speed up and leave this place as soon as possible.

He was a magnanimous man and did not bother with the little village girl about this matter.

It was such a waste of his time.

Meng Lan listened to the conversation between several people with a frown on her face.

There was a hint of suspicion in his eyes as he looked at Mo Ruyu.

Is this person...really the male protagonist?

Meng Lan couldn't be completely sure yet whether the person in front of her had a damaged brain and was temporarily unable to use his brain, or whether he just had a bad character.

If it's the former, then this guy can barely be a qualified male lead.

If it is the latter, then Meng Lan really has to doubt the mental state of the author of the original book.

"Forget it, I won't say any more. You guys don't understand."

Although he had made up his mind not to "care" about this matter anymore, Mo Ruyu still couldn't help but let out a long sigh, looking like a summer insect that couldn't talk about ice.

Hearing Mo Ruyu's words, coupled with his expression, Meng Lan's pupils dilated.

Meng Lan: ? ?

What is the male protagonist doing?

"Hey, young man, we didn't bully them, an orphan and a widow. It was the two of them who bullied my granddaughter again and again, even to the doorstep. Don't you think they can fight back?"

Meng Lan couldn't help it and opened her mouth to argue.

Mo Ruyu glanced at Meng Lan with a slightly surprised look in her eyes, as if she was surprised that this old woman dared to talk back to her.

"Old lady, even if this is the case, what you did is not right. I don't know why you surrounded this mother and child with so many people. If they did something wrong, you should just talk to them nicely. There is no need to do this."

Mo Ruyu looked superior, with a look of great contempt, and a hint of indifference flashed across his handsome face.

Meng Lan felt uncomfortable all over when she saw him like this.

"Such a small child is like a hooligan, harassing girls everywhere. I don't know how to reason with such a family."

Meng Lan's tone also became bad because she found that the male protagonist in the original book seemed to have real problems.

And it didn't seem to be a problem of a broken head. She felt that there seemed to be something wrong with this man's character and world views.

But she is not the kind of person who would beat someone to death with a stick.

Because she is a serious, earnest and kind person, she needs two sticks to beat someone to death.

It turns out that once there is "one stick", there will soon be a second "stick".

"Why didn't he harass others, but them? Don't dwell on other people's faults. You should reflect on yourself and think about whether you have done something wrong."

"As the old saying goes, flies don't bite seamless eggs, and one hand can't clap. Did they do something that caused the little boy to misunderstand them, so he came to them?"

"Old lady, if you have the energy to bully other people's mother and child, why don't you take good care of your own child and see if there is anything wrong with him?"

The strong smell of preaching almost made Meng Lan faint on the spot.

At this point, all her filters about the male protagonist were shattered.

Could this thing be the male lead?

It would be more reliable for her to be the male lead.

clap clap-

Meng Lan was just about to tell Mo Ruyu the truth whether the slap made a sound or not. Before she could even raise her hand, she saw a dark shadow swooping out from beside her.

Then there was the sound of hands and faces making intimate contact.

"Does a slap make a sound? Does it make a sound?"

Meng Lan looked at her eldest son He Chuanzong standing angrily in front of Mo Ruyu, and slapped him twice in the face.

Mo Ruyu didn't expect that someone would actually dare to hit him, so he was not on guard at all.

After receiving these two big slaps, He Chuanzong was completely stunned and didn't know how to speak at all.

Seeing Mo Ruyu standing there with his head down and not saying a word, He Chuanzong became more and more angry.

How could his good daughter be slandered like this?

So he spoke to Mo Ruyu bluntly again.

"Is it ringing or not? No? If it's not ringing, I still have more!"

When an honest person is pushed to the edge of a corner, the situation becomes even more dangerous and insane.

He Chuanzong could no longer tolerate an unrelated stranger bullying his own daughter like this.

In the original book, he repeatedly tolerated and retreated step by step. In addition to his honest and cowardly nature, it was more because he was filial and respected his biological mother Meng Lan.

Now Meng Lan has changed her mind and cares for all the children in the family. In this loving environment, He Chuanzong is more confident than before.

Meng Lan was stunned as she watched her eldest son perform the operation smoothly and effortlessly.

Her God is coming!

He Chuanzong actually knew how to slap people. She almost started to doubt whether this man was just like her, with a different heart.

But putting everything else aside, Meng Lan felt that He Chuanzong's slap was really good and it hit her right in the heart.

It just makes her seem a little useless.

Originally, she wanted to give Mo Ruyu an example to illustrate that "a single slap can also make a sound."

As a result, his role was snatched away by his older son.

Forget it, just snatch it, after all, he is her most filial son, what else can she care about? Just think of it as saving her own energy.

"Why are you hitting people—"

Mo Ruyu, who finally reacted, let out a sharp explosion.

"I didn't hit anyone." The honest man He Chuanzong sneered, and his sarcasm was at its maximum.

"You..." Mo Ruyu, whose brain was broken, was unable to react for a while. It took him a while to realize that this man not only beat him, but also called him a beast.

"You are a vulgar and ignorant country bumpkin. Your daughter is not disciplined and has learned to seduce people at a young age. I just said a few fair words, but you treated me like this. Where is justice? Where is fairness?"

Mo Ruyu was so angry that she spoke without thinking, saying whatever came to her mind.

This time, he attracted another wave of hatred.

Seeing that this boy was bullying their two daughters like this, He Chuanzong and his wife didn't tolerate him and directly gave Mo Ruyu a mixed doubles match.

Mo Ruyu, who was weak and whose wounds had not yet healed, was no match for He Chuanzong and Tian, ​​who had done too much farm work.

He was beaten so badly by the two that he had no power to defend himself and could only scream in pain.

No one present spoke for him.

Everyone just thought it was a good fight.