However, deep in his watery eyes, there was a hint of madness that was difficult to conceal.
But at this moment, Nansong fell silent. She didn't look at her cheap son, but turned her gaze to the little white flower sitting beside her who was so adorable.
After thinking for a moment, she pretended to be serious and began.
"Who told you anything? Is this something you should be worrying about? Now that it's settled, just do what you should do. Xiaobao, Mommy doesn't want you to live such a hard life. Mommy doesn't want you to get involved in this mess."
At the end of the story, Nansong was shocked by the maternal love emanating from herself. She didn't expect that she was so talented. She, she really loved it!
However, it was obvious that the young man had heard such words countless times. He shook off Nan Song's hand on his head with an impatient look on his face, as if the hand was something extremely disgusting.
The expression that he had been able to barely conceal and disguise just now had now completely disappeared, replaced by undisguised greed and shameless desire for more.
His originally handsome face was now flushed red due to extreme anger, and even the veins on his forehead and neck were bulging.
His eyes were wide open and his eyeballs bulged outwards, as if they were about to roll out of their sockets.
The mouth had grown unusually large at some point, and when it opened, it seemed as if it could swallow the entire world in one gulp.
Between those purple-red lips, a few sharp and white teeth would occasionally flash, making people feel a chill.
"No, no, no! You absolutely cannot refuse me! What right do you have to refuse?! Wahhhh, you hateful old woman, you slutty bitch, you are not worthy of being my mother at all!!"
The boy suddenly roared hysterically, his voice was deafening and echoed through the sky.
He was roaring, crying and making a fuss, but if you looked closely, you would find that although he appeared so excited, not a single tear was actually falling, he was just howling.
At this moment, he was like a ferocious beast that had lost its mind, baring its fangs and claws, venting its dissatisfaction and resentment in its heart.
"Oh, look at this poor child, my dear, Xiaonan! I have to say something to you. How could you irritate the child like this? Oh, poor little baby, don't cry, don't cry... Humph, bad mother, we don't want to pay attention to her, we don't want to pay attention to her!"
At this moment, Bai the butcher's wife suddenly rushed in from somewhere in a hurry.
She rushed to the young man who was like a mad beast like a whirlwind, opened her arms and hugged him tightly, muttering soothing words.
At the same time, she did not forget to glare at Nansong fiercely. Her dead fish eyes seemed to be spitting fire, as if Nansong had touched her treasure, completely ignoring her own son who was sitting next to her.
Faced with such an absurd scene, Nan Song felt his head buzzing and the pain became more intense.
And just at this moment, something unexpected happened - the old butcher and his eldest son appeared from somewhere without anyone noticing, as if by magic.
In the blink of an eye, the two of them surrounded Nansong on the left and right, and launched a fierce "attack" on Nansong like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey.
However, the things they said over and over again were nothing more than the following points:
We hope that Nansong can earnestly fulfill her responsibilities and obligations as a mother and meet all the requests raised by them without reservation and without any conditions.
For example, he gave up the precious quota that originally belonged to his own son; or distributed the new medicinal herbs that he had worked so hard to obtain to them intactly;
Then, he generously gave them almost all of his belongings and money. Finally, it seemed that as long as he completed these things, Nansong could die...
At this moment, Nan Song felt that her head was about to explode. The pain was like countless steel needles piercing her head at the same time, making her suffer unbearable pain.
Every heartbeat was accompanied by a sharp pain, and she even felt that her head would explode completely in the next second.
However, what she never expected was that in this extreme pain, those people actually began to cry out one after another.
Their cries rose and fell, interweaving into a creepy noise.
Everyone's face was covered in tears and snot, looking disgusting and ugly. As they cried, they kept blaming Nansong, shouting at the top of their lungs that she was unfit to be a mother, unfit to be a wife, and even more unfit to be a human being!
These people seemed to be performing a chaotic and disorderly crosstalk, with each one speaking at a time and vying to speak.
Their voices were hoarse and unpleasant, like the sound of an old bellows; or shrill and piercing, like the sound of fingernails scratching on a blackboard.
These sounds continued to hit Nansong's eardrums, making her feel that she had reached the limit of her endurance.
She couldn't help but start to wonder if she had been passed out by anger, rather than being poisoned as she had previously thought.
At this moment, a strange thought flashed through her mind: Could it be that because of the extreme anger, the body has produced some kind of self-protection mechanism?
Strangely enough, when she thought about it, her eyes, which were originally bloodshot due to anger, began to slowly return to normal.
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