The Big Brother’s Little Ancestor is So Sweet

Chapter 39: The cutest tablemate in the world (39)

The peaceful and warm days were broken after a few days.

Luo Cimian slept until midnight when there was a knock on the door.

He opened the door, and outside stood the disheveled Bai Wenwan who smelled of alcohol.

"What are you looking at! Hurry up and help me in!" the drunken woman scolded.

Luo Cimian silently helped her into the door.

"Go get me a glass of water." The woman lay on the sofa and ordered the boy.

Luo Cimian still went to pour her a glass of water without saying a word.

Bai Wenwan took the water glass, took a sip, spat it out again, and scolded: "The water is so hot! How do you want me to drink it!"

Luo Cimian remained expressionless, "Drink with your mouth."

"How dare you talk back!"

The boy yelled: "Why not! You are not my biological mother! Why do you care about me!"

When Bai Wenwan was yelled at like this, her expression froze for a moment.

"I never understood why you don't like me at all since I was a child."

"In order to please you, I study hard and strive to surpass everyone, but no matter how good I am in the eyes of others, you never praise me."

"Eighteen years later, I finally understand that everything is because I am not your biological son."

After finishing speaking, Luo Cimian smiled self-deprecatingly.

"You already know? Who told you!" The woman's face was full of fear and tension.

Luo Cimian didn't speak.

Seeing that Luo Cimian was silent, Bai Wenwan felt a nameless anger surge in his chest.

Picking up the clothes hanger on the sofa to dry clothes casually, he beat the boy one by one, as if venting his anger.

Luo Cimian gasped in pain, seeing that she had no intention of stopping at all, so she had no choice but to grab the clothes hanger to stop the woman from continuing to be violent to her.

Sometimes adults just rely on their own strength, so they teach children a lesson.

From childhood to adulthood, he didn't know how many times he had been beaten, but it didn't mean that he would continue to endure it now.

The woman was still cursing.

"You look exactly like that bitch mother of yours! Just as annoying!"

Bai Wenwan stared at the young man with a ferocious face, the veins on his forehead were bulging. It was originally a pretty face, but at this moment, it looked really ugly.

"Sure enough, he is a little evil, and he will suffer retribution when he is born."

"Why do not you go to hell!"

Bai Wenwan's harsh and violent words made Luo Cimian's face suddenly sullen.

The woman had lost her mind, and suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Luo Cimian's neck.

His fingers clenched tightly, pinching the boy tightly.

He vented all his resentment on Luo Cimian.

Luo Cimian's brain lacked oxygen, and his limbs began to lose strength. He pushed Bai Wenwan away with all his strength.

Bai Wenwan's whole body was pushed out violently, and she fell to sit on the ground, with a sudden pain in her abdomen, as if being twisted by a heavy object.

child!

Bai Wenwan hugged her stomach and growled: "My child!!"

The abdomen was churning, a hot stream gushed out, and the smell of blood gradually permeated, and the blood flowed all over the place, which was shocking.

"You murderer, you killed my child!" the woman screamed.

Luo Cimian looked at the blood all over the ground, and looked at his hands helplessly.

"I... I didn't mean to!"

With trembling hands, the teenager dialed the ambulance number.

Immediately afterwards, Bai Wenwan was taken to the hospital by ambulance for treatment.

-

When Shiyou connected Luo Cimian's phone, the wind was very strong in the phone, but he didn't speak.

"Luo Cimian, what's wrong?"

"Why don't you talk?"

"It's okay, I just missed you." The boy's voice was a little choked up, with a slight nasal sound.

"Did something happen?"

Shi You pursed her lips and asked him softly.

There was a long silence on the phone.

"Where are you?"

"The rooftop of the city hospital."

Before Shiyou could speak, the boy said again, "Little Youzi, can you come and accompany me..."

Luo Cimian was like a wounded child, fragile and pitiful, asking her for help over there.

The tone is an unprecedented show of weakness.

"Okay, don't move there, wait for me to find you, I will be there soon, you wait for me."