Ye Qiao didn't let Lu Xiaogun mess around, and she took back the 8,800 yuan he'd given to the beauty salon, keeping only 500 yuan. She said, "Either go to a regular tertiary hospital's plastic surgery department, or don't do it at all."

Lu Xiaogun was so angry that he didn't even speak to her. He sat in the passenger seat with a blank expression on his face, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.

The twelve-year-old boy has already mastered the skill of not showing his emotions on his face.

The hot mom in the driver's seat, wearing sunglasses, reached out and scratched the dark hair of the boy in the passenger seat. She was disgusted the moment she touched him. Lu Xiaogun kept leaning his head towards the window, "Drive carefully! Your hair is messed up!"

Lu Xiaogun frowned and spoke to Ye Qiao in an adult tone.

Ye Qiao raised the corners of her mouth, her face sweet, "I just like my boyfriend's domineering attitude!"

Lu Xiaogun: "..."

How can there be such a naughty mother? !

He also had the silly nickname "Lu Xiaogun". When he was little, he was often teased by the older kids. Fortunately, Xiaogunye has a strong fist now, and no one dares to laugh at him.

"If my dad finds out, he'll spank you again!" Lu Xiaogun said with disgust.

Ye Qiao reached out and scratched her boyfriend's head playfully. "If you don't tell me and I don't tell him, how would he know?! You're still young now. In two years, you'll have a girlfriend. How will Mommy have the chance to love you like this?! Isn't Xiao Qi an example?! He forgets his mother after getting a wife!"

girlfriend?

What kind of creature is that?

He's not interested!

Ye Qiao wanted to take this handsome and popular young man shopping, but was rejected. Tomorrow is a weekend, and he wants to go to the compound.

After a while, Lu Xiaogun got out of the car and headed towards the compound. Ye Qiao sat in the car, looking at his handsome son with a face full of pride.

It was school dismissal time, and the streets were dotted with older elementary and middle school students in their uniforms, while younger students were being picked up and dropped off by their parents. As usual, Lu Xiaogun preferred to walk through the deserted alleys and took a shortcut to the military compound.

"I don't have any money! I really don't have any money!"

A clear voice was heard from a hundred meters ahead. A thin boy with a cute watermelon-shaped head and wearing the blue and white sports-style uniform of Chengxi Primary School was surrounded by several thugs. His schoolbag fell to the ground, and the textbooks inside were scattered all over the floor.

"You don't have money? How can a kid in that compound not have money? I heard that your chief grandfather loves you the most. Hurry up and hand over the money, otherwise, we brothers will strip you naked and throw you on the street for people to watch. Do you believe it?!"

How do they know that grandpa loves her?

Watermelon Head pondered inwardly as he kept backing away. Before he had taken two steps, he was suddenly pushed by the person behind him and almost fell flat on his face!

"Search his pockets!" the gang leader urged his men. "If you can't find any, take off his clothes!"

The man with the watermelon head turned around, closed his eyes and was about to rush out, but he was tripped by a little gangster. He fell to the ground, tears streaming down his eyes from the pain. Several gangsters came forward to beat him up, but at this moment, a tall and thin figure came over.

The boy in the windbreaker had a stern face. He stood beside the watermelon-headed man, glanced at him who had fallen to the ground, and said coldly, "Get up!"

"Hey! Where did this brat come from! He looks rich?! Are you here to give me money on your own initiative? Let's beat him up together!" The gang leader said arrogantly with a cigarette in his mouth.

Lu Xiaogun snorted coldly. The watermelon-headed man beside him slowly climbed up and looked like he was about to fall down again before he could stand up. In Lu Xiaogun's opinion, he was really a burden. He pulled him up and then took off his windbreaker and asked him to hold it for him. He raised his fist!

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