The old butler indeed did not follow the old man out. He had just finished checking the lawn trimming in the outer courtyard and was about to go to the backyard when he was stopped by a little maid with an anxious face!
"Butler Xu, something bad has happened! The Madam and the young lady are fighting!"
After hearing this, he thought that Liu Manlian had hit Shu Ran again, so he quickly walked towards the main building.
After walking a few steps, when the servant told him that the person fighting with the lady was not this young lady, but Miss Zhuzhu who had trouble walking, the old butler even doubted his own ears.
For a moment, I didn’t know whether to complain that his young lady was too brave or that his wife was too crazy!
But seeing that the maid looked anxious and didn't look like she was joking, he was dumbfounded on the spot. Afraid that Zhuzhuer would be beaten to death by Liu Manlian, he rushed over here.
By the time he ran to the main building, panting.
The first floor has become extremely messy.
The flower stand fell to the ground at some point.
Several broken flower pots and wet soil mixed with water were thrown everywhere.
Liu Manlian, covered in dirt, was kneeling on the ground in a very awkward position. Her left hand was grabbing the knob on Niandanzi's head, and her right hand was pulling Zhuzhuer's collar, trying to pull her down. "Get off me, you bastard! You traitorous dog!"
Bo Shuran held Zhuzhu's butt with one hand and twisted Liu Manlian's arm, which was holding onto Ziziju, with the other hand: "Liu Manlian, let go! Let me go!!"
On the other side, the dusty 70cm gas tank was no pushover either. It tilted its head, grabbed Liu Manlian with one hand, and with the other grabbed dirt and threw it at her, howling, "Mud-type idiot! Mud-type idiot!!"
"Zhuzhu hates being called stupid the most! It's over, you bad grandma are definitely finished!!"
The housekeeper's eyelids twitched when he saw this, and he quickly ordered in a stern voice: "Oh my! What are you all standing there for?! Hurry up and separate the ladies from the ladies!!"
After receiving the order, the maids rushed forward, pulling this and that.
Twenty minutes later...
The sound of cars parking could be heard inside the villa.
The old man was walking fast in front with a sullen face and a cane.
Later, Bo Yanzhou, who rushed in from the hospital, didn't look much better.
Not to mention Bo Shiyu, who hadn't even taken off his hospital gown. When he heard Bo Yanzhou answer the phone and say that the kid and Liu Manlian had a fight, he immediately exploded, pulled out the needle and ran out.
Thinking of Liu Manlian’s crazy look in his previous life, the young boy couldn’t help but clench his hands and his heart trembled.
He immediately quickened his pace and started running.
The maid coming out of the main building was shocked to see him like this: "Master Shi Yu, what's wrong with you..."
"Where is my sister? How is my sister?" Bo Shiyu was so anxious that he almost went crazy.
The maid reacted quickly and said, "The young lady is sitting in the living room. Doctor Zhao is examining her right there."
As soon as these words were spoken, Bo Shiyu's heart sank and he quickly walked into the main building. The further he went in, the more intense the quarrel became.
The sound of Bo Qishan scolding, the sound of Liu Manlian crying, and the sound of Bo Shuran arguing.
His eyelids jumped and he quickly ran to the living room.
The house was in chaos at this time.
Bo Shuran, who was protecting Zhuzhu and arguing with Bo Qishan with a cold face, Bo Qishan, who was scolding the child with a sullen face, Liu Manlian, who was crying and grabbing her hair, and the old housekeeper who was trying to reconcile the two teams.
He turned around and saw the girl standing beside her sister with a sullen look on her face, clenching her paws and pouting, with the expression "I'm unhappy" written all over her face!
The little girl was supposed to be wearing a pink and white skirt today, but now it has turned brown.
The two symmetrical feathers on the head now seemed to symbolize the cruelty of this battle, one had gone to heaven and the other had gone to the ground.
The originally shiny black hair now turned gray and dark as if covered with a layer of gauze, and turned from a cute and soft sweet glutinous rice dumpling into a dirty bun.
Bo Shiyu was almost heartbroken to death.
Seeing that Bo Qishan was still pointing at them with his hand in a domineering manner, he strode forward with a sullen face, slapped away Bo Qishan's pointing hand, and pushed his two sisters behind him.
The boy's dark eyes held no emotion: "What do you want to do!?? Don't point your finger at my sister!"
Bo Qishan was furious when he came back and found out that Liu Manlian was in this state. Now he was humiliated by his grandson in public, so he immediately became displeased!
"What am I doing?! Why don't you ask those two uneducated people behind you?! Look at what they did to your grandma! Especially the little one! Is this how they treat their elders?!"
The young boy sneered, his cold voice rising as he interrupted directly: "Please watch your words!"
"My two sisters, one is well-educated and polite, the other is innocent. They are definitely not the type to provoke others!"
"It's the woman behind you! She's been telling lies and spreading rumors for as long as I can remember. No one is better at spreading rumors than her!"
Liu Manlian, who was still pretending to be pitiful, burst into tears upon hearing this: "Qishan! Look at them one by one. I know they don't like me. Ever since I married into this family, when have I not been praising them?"
"Even if I haven't done anything meritorious, I've worked hard, and yet they treat me like this! I...I won't live anymore!!"
Upon hearing this, Bo Qishan quickly helped Liu Manlian sit down in a comforting manner. He turned around and looked at Bo Shiyu coldly, saying, "Okay, okay! Your dad has really spoiled you guys. Today, as your grandfather, I will teach you a lesson on your dad's behalf, you rebellious son!"
As he said this, he was about to wave his hand.
At this moment, a low and cold voice was heard.
The man in a suit and tie, with sharp curves on his delicate facial features, had a hint of alienation. He walked slowly towards me against the light.
The man's eyes were cold, and his voice, filled with oppression, seemed to have frozen: "Just try to touch my son!"
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