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A very small sound came, and Du Hao looked at the place where Wang Lang pointed at the gun.

The bottle that Du Hao smashed Wang Lang just now was thrown by Wang Lang on the side of the road. Now the bottle is plugged in and bullets are knocked away.

It was midnight, with a distance of more than ten meters, so it was difficult to see clearly, not to mention that it could be accurately hit by such a long distance. It was simply awesome.

In comparison, Du Hao couldn't beat him within a distance of less than two meters, and he suddenly paled in comparison. Without comparison, there would be no gap.

Wang Lang quickly dismantled the gun into parts and threw it into the snow, "Silly nephew, be kind to your mother. If it weren't for your mother today, you would have been killed by me now."

Du Hao wanted to get angry, but in the face of Wang Lang's suppressed sexual strength, he didn't dare to let go. The murderous intent that suddenly burst out from Wang Lang made Du Hao's soul tremble deep, and it felt like he was being targeted by a ferocious beast. Taking his life was only in one thought.

Tong Yaru ran over to check if her son was injured, and then carefully checked Wang Lang. Du Hao looked at Tong Yaru checking Wang Lang more carefully. He was angry at that time, but Wang Lang was frustrated with a look.

"Why are you doing this? Mom has told you so many times. Don't be so impulsive. Why don't you listen? What if you kill someone and go to prison, what should you do? Do you want your mother to send a black-haired person to a white-haired person?"

Tong Yaru was so angry that she stomped her feet, her eyes full of tears.

In front of others, Tong Yaru is a naive little girl, but in Du Hao it seems like a different person. She is not a qualified mother. But she has a child who doesn't know how to educate her. This makes a person very conflicted. Tong Yaru has become a contradictory group in front of her son Du Hao. She wants to be a qualified mother, but in the depths of her soul, she is just a little girl.

Du Hao pushed Tong Yaru hard and yelled at Tong Yaru, "How can I have nothing to do with you!"

Wang Lang protected Tong Yaru without saying a word and grabbed Du Hao's collar, "Touch your mother again and I'll take a look!"

Du Hao looked at the face in front of him and regretted why he didn't study hard at the beginning. Otherwise, he would have to pound this person from the earth to the other side of the earth, and finally pounded it from the earth to the core and burned to death.

Why is there such a mean person? What exists is reasonable? It’s nonsense. It’s not unreasonable to exist in this person!

Legend has it that when Nuwa created humans, there were two types of people, one was pinched by hand, and the other was thrown out with willow sticks dipped with mud dots. However, Du Hao felt that the person in front of him belonged to the third type of person, and it must have been thrown out with Nuwa using a sword dipped with mud dots.

"Nan Nan, it's okay, Haohao is just like that, don't be angry with him." Tong Yaru shook Wang Lang's sleeve.

Du Hao felt that he could taste what it means to be so angry that he was so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe, so he turned around and drove away. The most important thing was to get rid of this serious and slutty face first, otherwise he would really have to let his mother die-hard person send him a black man.

After watching Du Hao leave, Tong Yaru's expression was dim and tears were in her eyes. Tong Yaru lowered her head and her voice was very aggrieved, "I can't be a mother. I can't even take good care of myself, so I asked me to have a child. Why did he look like this? I asked him to study hard? Didn't it mean that the teacher wants to teach and educate people? Why did Haohao's poor study and not do well? Are the teachers now as unqualified as me?"

Wang Lang couldn't take on this conversation.

Tong Yaru cried harder and harder, and finally she cried in silence, and her shoulders trembled violently. Wang Lang gently patted Tong Yaru on the shoulder, trying to find a tissue for some wipe, but who knew that Tong Yaru rushed into Wang Lang's arms and burst into tears.

Wang Lang stood there like a wooden stake, and didn't know how to comfort Tong Yaru. Wang Lang had seen many women, but this was the first time he had never been in contact with her. He didn't know where her tears were and where her laughter was. He could only stay silent and watch the changes first.

While holding him, a car rushed past Wang Lang. After passing by Wang Lang a few meters, it suddenly stopped. The window fell down and Mr. Du's head poked out from inside.

Wang Lang was stiff all over, and suddenly he felt that the sky was floating at this moment, not the heavy snow but the embarrassing illusion of goose feathers.

Mr. Du showed a smile that he didn't know what it meant, his head retracted his car window, the car window rose, the car went away, and went straight back to the Du family compound.

After a long time, Tong Yaru was tired of crying and sucked her nose. When she separated from Wang Lang, she found that Wang Lang's clothes were wet, and her nose and tears were all there, so Tong Yaru reached out to wipe it.

"It's a bit cold, let's go back to the house."

After entering the room, Tong Yaru lay on the bed, "Nan Nan, don't go back tonight, let's talk about God all night?"

Wang Lang smiled dryly and made excuses in various ways.

Finally, Wang Lang found a reason to succeed and finally got away successfully.

Shortly after Wang Lang left.

The Du family courtyard, the innermost location is very far away from all other courtyards, and it is Mr. Du's living alone.

It's the old adobe house, the roof is still the same as gray tiles.

In the room, Mr. Du sat cross-legged at a low table with all kinds of dishes on it, but basically all meat and vegetables.

A shirtless old man sat next to the table, with long white hair and extremely old pants on his lower body. His skin was dark and he was old. Although he was old, he had everything he should have, one piece after another. He looked very vigorous and filled with explosive power.

The shirtless old man was holding a roasted suckling pig in his hand. He bit it down with a large bite and directly tore a large piece. He didn't spit out bones when eating meat, and almost didn't chew it carefully. He swallowed it after about a few moves inside his mouth.

Mr. Du held a syringe in his hand and injected the shirtless old man on his arm. The shirtless old man ignored it and ate his own.

"The little doll you bought is good and has excellent kung fu." The shirtless old man said.

Mr. Du put down the syringe and said, "I have received new ones? I have not received new ones during this period."

The shirtless old man shook his hair, "Then you have to look at your handsome daughter-in-law. I just saw them having a lot of fun. Don't let your dead son be hated in hell."

Mr. Du seemed to have realized who it was, "You said he has excellent kung fu?"

The shirtless old man nodded casually.

"Where is the comparison with my twelve teeth of the black guard?" Mr. Du compared his gold medal thug to compare how powerful it was.

"Native chickens and tiled dogs." The shirtless old man stuffed the entire pig's trotter into his mouth. When he stretched his neck, he saw a lump in his throat and slowly slipped down.

Mr. Du smiled slightly, "That's not very powerful."

"What I'm talking about is that your twelve teeth will be all native chickens and tiles." The shirtless old man grabbed a handful of peanuts and stuffed them into his mouth to treat it as a scraping oil.

Mr. Du, who was about to hold the wine glass, stopped in the air, "How powerful is it?"
Chapter completed!