Chapter 150: Grandma, help me talk about him

Old Master Su, who was enforcing the family rules, was also shocked by Mianmian's move. He didn't hold the stick tightly in his hand, and Mianmian snatched it away.

Mianmian got the stick and stood there stupidly.

No, that’s not right. When her mother beat her in the mountains, her grandparents who came to protect her butt had to pull with her mother for a long time!

Because she was too shocked, Mianmian's little neck, which had shrank to imitate an old man, suddenly stretched out again. She looked at the stick with her round eyes, and then at Grandpa Su.

She thought about it, tiptoed and handed the stick back, her little mouth still chattering: "Lin Sheng, you can't do this, really, listen to your aunt, don't hit me, don't hit me~"

As he spoke, he handed the stick over and then gently pulled it back, his little eyes still full of anticipation.

Grandpa Su now completely understood that his aunt was experiencing the feeling of being loved by elders.

In most families, isn't it always the parents who want to spank their children, and the grandparents who stop them? He also experienced this when he was a child.

If the little aunt wants to experience it, then let her experience it. It also lets the two little grandchildren know that the great aunt loves them.

Old Master Su grabbed the stick, pulled back, and acted with Mianmian: "Aunt, let go quickly, these two guys dare to lie, I must break their legs today."

Su Chaoyu was still crying, his heart full of grievances, he didn't listen to what Quan Mianmian said. He only vaguely heard the key phrase "break their legs", and he was so scared that he started to hiccup.

He couldn't help but wonder, did he glare at his great aunt and she complained? Otherwise, how could ten spankings lead to a broken leg?

Without legs, won’t I be unable to walk in the future?

Su Chaoyu hiccuped and cried, "Grandpa, Grandpa, I was wrong. You can't break your legs. You can't. I will never lie again. I won't glare at my great aunt anymore. I won't glare at you anymore. Woohoo, I'm sorry. I'm sorry Grandpa. I'm sorry Grandma. I'm sorry Great Aunt. I was wrong."

“Wuwuwu, Daddy, Daddy, Mommy, I don’t want my legs to be broken.”

Su Chaoyu was so scared because when he was spanked in the past, Old Man Su always kept his word. If he said he would spank him ten times, it would definitely be ten, no more, no less.

So he felt that his broken leg was real, his little heart was beating wildly with fear, and tears and snot were flowing together.

When Mianmian saw Su Chaoyu crying so miserably, she thought about her own experience of being beaten before and realized that Su Chaoyu was too scared, so she quickly took Su Chaoyu down from Grandpa Su's lap.

"Don't hit him, don't hit him, he must know he's wrong!"

She is only three and a half years old this year, and girls are naturally smaller than boys. So her whole body is one size smaller than the five-year-old Su Chaoyu.

However, the little guy was very strong, so it was not difficult for him to hold Su Chaoyu. It was just that the scene looked a bit funny because Su Chaoyu's legs were dragging on the ground.

"My dear grandson, please stop crying."

Mianmian's little hands were wrapped around Su Chaoyu's arms, her big eyes full of heartache: "Don't cry, let me talk to him for you. How can you scare a child like this? There's no such thing as breaking his legs."

The coaxing tone was half from the elders on the mountain and half from what she wanted to say.

After all, we were both kids who had been spanked, so we knew what words would be the most comforting at that moment.

Su Chaoyu was completely stunned.

He was held in the arms, and in front of him was Mianmian's enlarged, extremely cute little face. Mianmian was obviously a little girl younger than him, but she actually held him up so easily.

Moreover, it seemed like the great aunt was coaxing him?

The kindergarten teacher and grandmother also held him like this when they coaxed him, very gently.

Su Chaoyu was in a complicated mood and for a moment he even forgot to cry.

Mianmian saw Su Chaoyu's face full of tears, and snot bubbles came out when he breathed, so she quickly put Su Chaoyu on the sofa. If Su Chaoyu was not a boy, the scene would have been a little girl holding her beloved big doll.

"Dear grandson, what's wrong? Let your aunt take a look." Mianmian said as she turned Su Chaoyu over easily and reached out to pull down his shorts.

Seeing a stick mark on it, Mianmian frowned and glanced at Grandpa Su, then sighed, "Nephew, you were so strong that you left a mark."

She should have stopped him earlier. After all, her great-nephew was just a child and a junior. He must have been very sad and upset if he was beaten.

Mianmian reached into her small bag, took out the anti-swelling and pain-relieving ointment, and applied it to Su Chaoyu.

Su Chaoyu was still lying on the bed blowing out bubbles from his nose. Just as he was wondering whether he should get up, he felt an icy cool touch on his butt, and suddenly he no longer felt the pain.

"It's okay, it's okay, it shouldn't hurt anymore, right?" Mianmian finished applying the medicine, pulled up Su Chaoyu's pants, turned Su Chaoyu over, and said with a smile, "Great great-nephew, quickly admit your mistake to your grandfather, and we won't lie to each other anymore."

Su Chaoyu looked at Mianmian's face and felt strange.

He sat up and touched his butt which didn't hurt at all. He looked at his grandmother who was sitting next to him and looking at him tenderly, then looked at his great aunt who was younger than him, and pursed his lips.

"You, aren't you expecting Grandpa to beat me? Why are you stopping Grandpa? What do you want to do by applying medicine to me?"

“I, I…”

Su Chaoyu wanted to say "I hate you", but he just couldn't say it, so he remained silent.

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"I didn't expect my nephew to beat you." After saying this, Mianmian felt something was wrong.

She seemed to be expecting it.

So when Su Chaoyu looked at her, she immediately changed her words: "I'm looking forward to my nephew hitting you. I want to stop him before he hits you and be the protector of the little kid's butt."

"But you're looking at me like that." Mianmian imitated Su Chaoyu's expression, frowning and glaring at him, looking fierce and aggressive. "Why? We just met, Mianmian didn't do anything bad to you."

Su Chaoyu lowered his head when he heard Mianmian ask this: "You didn't do anything bad to me, but Dad kowtowed to you, Dad looked at you tenderly and took pictures of you and wanted to draw you, and uncle also smiled at you. It seems that you were liked by adults all of a sudden, but Chaoyang and I were two bad kids who lied and cheated, causing Dad to be almost eaten by a monster."

"My grandmother said that if there were other children in the family, the adults would dislike Chaoyang and me. Chaoyang and I would be kicked out and would have no place to live and would not inherit any money."

These words made the adults present change their expressions.

Well, it turns out that Su Chaoyu was almost corrupted by his mother’s relatives?

"No, no, how could you be kicked out?" Mianmian waved her hands, anxiously explaining to Su Chaoyu and then looked at the eldest and second nephews: "Second nephew, have you never kowtowed to Chaoyu and Chaoyang? Have you never drawn them? Eldest nephew, have you never smiled at them?"

When Su Chenjin heard Mianmian's question, she answered helplessly in a deep voice: "Well, little aunt, no."

Su Chenyi's tone was even more helpless than Su Chenjin's: "Little aunt, I kowtow to you because you saved us, and you are the elder, this is what I should do. They are my sons, how can I kowtow to them? But the painting matter is my problem. I really haven't painted for them, and I haven't painted for you yet. I just had this idea."

The honest answers from the two nephews and grandsons made Mianmian very angry.

She got down from the sofa, her hands on her hips, "Good job, nephew, you're wrong. How can you not smile in front of your family? And nephew, you're their father. How can you not draw them when you're so good at drawing?"

"Mianmian's mother can't draw, but she also draws Mianmian."

Mianmian said this and took out her treasured painting from her mother from her bag.

It was a colorful ink painting. On the paper, two oddly shaped rectangles, one large and one small, stood on it.

"See? This is Mianmian drawn by her mother, and Mianmian's father." The little boy wanted to show it off proudly, but when he saw the two "sticks" with strange hair and big circles for eyes, he couldn't help but laugh.

"I don't look like this in the painting." Mianmian emphasized very seriously, "But I still like my mother drawing me."

(End of this chapter)