My Private Marvel System

"Little baby, don't resist, your mother agrees that we are together, isn't it good for me to be your father? I will love you very much!!"

The homeless man has a hoarse voice, like thirsty, full of dirty smell. FqXs

Jenny's bad breath almost broke down. Although she was usually bullied, no one would use this method against a twelve-year-old girl.

But the opponent's strength was too great, even if Jenny used her best, she couldn't stop the opponent even for a moment.

It may be that Jenny’s resistance is gradually disappearing, and the tramp’s voice has become a little excited: "That's right, let Dad love you well, you will have new clothes and immediately"

"Perhaps you should remove that dirty tongue from this lady's neck."

Dorr stood blankly behind the tramp and said coldly.

"Damn, who are you?!"

The tramp shivered in fright, hurriedly let go of Jenny and stood up and shouted.

"It doesn't matter who I am. The important thing is that you will spend the rest of your life in prison. I hope those guys who like men can treat you well."

"Damn it, you asked for it, you asked for it!!" The vagrant looked fierce, so he drew out a sharp knife and stabbed Dole fiercely.

Jenny was completely frightened and shrank into a ball shivering.

Dorr's eyes were drenched, "Chang" Feng "Wenxue 　 sideways to avoid the sharp knife, and at the same time slammed his fist on the fat belly of the opponent!

"Boom!!"

The 1.8-meter homeless man flew out like a rag doll, hit the wall at once, and the entire attic trembled.

Internal bleeding, a slight rupture of the spleen, and displacement of the large intestine. The seemingly burly tramp passed out in a coma with foam. What awaited him was long labor reform and soap picking. Fq

"Your name is Jenny? My name is Dole. I think we can introduce ourselves first."

After more than ten minutes, Jenny finally calmed down, but her gaze at Dole was still a little dodging.

"Maybe food can help us understand each other."

Dole glanced at the messy kitchen, then gave up the idea of ​​cooking here.

After the police took away the homeless man and awoke the drunken mother, Dole and the timid Jenny came to the messy grass in the backyard.

After a vanilla egg roll and matcha cookie were in her belly, Jenny's shrinking body was a little stretched.

"Are you'Qigong Delicacy'? I have heard of you."

"Can you do magic?"

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

Jenny may seldom communicate with others like this, so she opened her heart suddenly under the comfort of Dol's delicacy and a gentle smile.

Dole is very patient, and the little girl's experience also made him feel a little sympathetic to the child.

"Where's your father? Didn't you go away? Why didn't you see him?"

Feeling that the heat was about to come, Dole directed the topic to Mark.

Speaking of her father, Jenny's eyes dimmed, and her excitement suddenly became low.

"My dad passed away."

In Jenny’s memory, Mark is actually very vague. When she was very young, Mark went to jail because of a crime, and then there was news of his death.

Jenny missed her father's warm embrace very much. Her mother was only interested in relief money except for alcohol and beatings.

Jenny hasn't mentioned her father in front of others for a long time, because although he loves herself very much, his identity really makes Jenny unable to tell.

Criminals, prisoners, escaped prisoners

"Jenny, **** it, where did you go? Do you want your mother to eat these things?"

Jenny's mother walked out of the house swayingly, holding a plate of toast covered with green hairs in her hand.

It may be that the fresh breeze outside stimulated the nerves of the alcoholic mother, and she tilted her head as soon as she took two steps.

"Oh~!!!"

The sour, foul-smelling vomit poured out from her mouth like a nasal mucus, and Dol's stomach felt uncomfortable.

But people seemed to be used to this level of vomiting, spit out spitting saliva, wiped the corners of their mouths, and continued to curse their daughter.

"Damn, am I dazzled? Why do I seem to see a cake?"

The drunkard mother walked slowly to the small dining table, grabbed the soft cake and delivered it to her mouth.

"Dear lady, maybe we can talk." Dole said with a smile, ignoring the other's ugly appearance.

"Talk? Talk about? Are you interested in middle-aged women? As long as you give me a wad of beer, I will let you enjoy the fun of women!"

Dole's face moved, and looked back at the other's bulging belly and fat, and directly took out a wad of swords.

"Oh, God, have you finally heard my prayer?"

Jenny's mother looked at the stack of banknotes with bright eyes, and there was a drooling motion in her throat.

"As long as you don't kill me, you can make any request if you are generous!!"

Jenny's mother had no bottom line, and almost half of the opened collar was exposed.

Dole turned his gaze away, and smiled gently at Jenny, and made a request in the expressions of consternation between the two.

"Do you want Jenny's custody?"

Jenny’s mother was stunned, how decadent she was, after all, Jenny’s mother. Looking distraught on the wad of banknotes for a while, he flatly refused Dole's request.

"I know I am not a qualified mother. If Jenny wants to leave me in the future, I will never stop. But at least I am still her mother for now."

Jenny's mother still has vomit stuck on her face~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but her expression is now more serious than ever.

Dole nodded, not mentioning the topic of custody. Instead, the conversation turned around and talked about Jenny's future.

"Jenny's future?"

Maybe in the eyes of Jenny's mother, Jenny is still a kid, where is the future?

Dole talked about the possible future of Jenny very seriously, and her mother's face suddenly became gloomy.

Dole is right. According to Jenny's personality and surrounding growth environment, Jenny is likely to become a "bus" and an inflatable doll next. Even after graduation, her road is destined to become a street girl with heavy makeup.

Did you die from AIDS or drugs? No one knows, no one cares.

"Although I can't guarantee Jenny a bright and happy future, at least I can guarantee that she will not die on the street in the future."

Dole's voice was low and deep, as if she predicted the darkness and helplessness of Jenny's future.