Mr. Lu, the World’s Sweetest Man

"Uncle Liang, I can't help but forget it." Li Qingchen hurriedly pulled him.

"Don't worry, I have a sense of measure. I will accompany you home first, then find her, and then come back." Liang Shu sent Li Qingchen home, and then took these people to find ten thousand fathers and ten thousand mothers.

My father and my mother were waiting for news at home. He heard the knock on the door and opened the door quickly. As soon as he saw these little punks, he said hurriedly, "How is it?"

Uncle Liang stood up, his body was tall, his face was serious, and his face was particularly imposing. Wan Mu was taken aback: "Who are you? What are you doing?"

"You found someone to hurt the morning?"

"This little kid caused my daughter to have a miscarriage. What's wrong with me trying to get her?" Wan Mu shouted, but her momentum was obviously weak, and she took a step back in fright.

Hearing her scolding Li Qingchen like this, my uncle slapped her face with a slap, Wanmu stepped back in fright and splashed: "Why are you hitting someone? Why are you hitting someone? If you are a man hitting a woman, you want to face. shameless?"

"I will hit whoever has a bad mouth! I will hit her once if anyone dares to scold her again in the morning!" Liangshu shouted, standing at the door like an iron tower.

Wan Mu's face was so swollen that he was so swollen, his uncle did not do anything lightly, and he had no idea not to beat a woman. Anyway, whoever dares to bully his daughter will die!

Why are women not women? When bad guys come to hurt people, have you ever thought that women are hurt?

My mother was so frightened that she only promised, but after all she didn’t dare to scold him, knowing that Mo Yanbai would not be able to support herself, let alone such small things, she could only scream: "She hurt my daughter, I shouldn’t have to return. ?"

"Is this the **** you're looking for?" Uncle Liang grabbed the **** behind him, and patted the brick in his hand. The bastard's leg broke off, and the **** rolled on the ground, screaming pain, and his voice was so loud. The roof must be lifted.

My father and my mother were pale and leaning against each other. I didn't expect Liang Shu to be someone who could do it.

Uncle Liang picked up the fruit knife and grabbed another bastard. He lifted the knife and dropped his five fingers on the ground.

Blood shed all over the place.

"Uncle Liang, we won't dare anymore, we won't dare anymore! You let us go! We really don't dare anymore!" The little **** knelt and begged for mercy.

My father and my mother were shocked. Where did they ever see such a scene, and where did they dare to confront someone like Uncle Liang?

They trembled, and the uncle said: "You see, whoever dares to move a finger in the morning again in the future will end up like this! Anyway, I'm not happy, don't think about having a good time!"

My father and my mother trembled and couldn't say anything. They didn't think they would provoke such people.

Uncle Liang stepped forward: "I heard that your daughter is called Wandandan, right? She fell and had a miscarriage, and she wanted to rely on us early in the morning. Very good, if you still want to make early morning ideas, you two, And your daughter..."

There was still blood dripping on his fruit knife, the whole house was full of stench of blood, and the **** rolled on the ground.

"Don't dare..." Wanmu said tremblingly, so scared that she was about to cry, "I really don't dare..."

"I don't dare to be the best." Uncle Liang put away the fruit knife, winking at the little bastard, "Go."

The punks helped each other and followed him out.