The two children were so frightened that they immediately let go, and the toy gun fell to the ground with a loud bang.
He was furious, "Qiuqiu, you are the elder brother, why are you robbing your sister for toys?"
Qiuqiu pointed and smiled: "My mother bought this toy gun for me..."
Xiaoxiao burst into tears: "Obviously my mother bought it for me..."
"Nonsense, your mother is just a dancer, how can she afford such a high-end toy gun?"
Jiang Yixing became furious and slapped him across the face: "Beast, who taught you such nonsense?"
This time it stirred up a hornet's nest. The ball fell to the ground and rolled, wailing as it rolled, "Grandma... Grandma... Dad beat me... They bullied me... They all bullied me... Wuwu."
Woo..."
As he rolled, he picked up the toys on the ground and threw them around. He smiled and was hit by bullets everywhere. He cried loudly when he was hit. Jiang and his party were unable to dodge and were also hit in the knee by a ball. There was a dull pain all over the ground.
The duck feathers flew around again...
The room suddenly burst into tears and became filled with smoke. Jiang and his party were so angry that they were shaking all over, "The nanny... where is the nanny? Where have all the people died?"
Only then did the three nannies cautiously lower their hands and come out. Their white uniforms were covered with messy ink and paint, and their faces were bruised and bruised...
Jiang Yixing said angrily: "What are you doing? Why is the family like this?"
Xiaowei, the nanny in charge, had the courage to speak with infinite grievance: "Today the old lady went out to play mahjong. We can't control the three young masters and ladies, especially Qiuqiu. He chased us all afternoon, beat us, scolded us, and even
They used paint to punish us... Look what we have become now..."
Another little nanny with a bruised nose and face was desperate, "Mr. Jiang, I quit. We can't afford to take care of these three young ladies..."
"I won't do it either..."
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Jiang Yixing was so angry that he was trembling all over and slumped on the sofa unable to say a word.
Qiuqiu was still throwing things, and he was so angry that he stepped forward to grab Qiuqiu, which was still on the ground, and shouted angrily: "If you cry again, I will beat you to death..."
This roar frightened the three children. They immediately silenced and did not dare to speak out again.
At this moment, the sound of footsteps came.
Qiuqiu's eyes were spinning. When he saw the person, he felt like he was seeing a huge backer. He jumped up and ran over to hug his thighs. He cried so loudly: "Grandma, grandma... Dad beat me, they
They all bullied me..."
Huang Huiwen hugged her grandson distressedly, "Baby, don't cry, don't cry... Who bullied you? Grandma will make the decision for you... Don't cry... Ah, good grandson, good baby..." She glared at the two little girls
, "You two little girls, don't you know how to give way to your brother? Why do you have to fight for everything from your brother? Aren't there not enough toys for you to play with?"
The two little girls were so frightened that they huddled up on the sofa, like a cat that saw a mouse and never dared to say a word again.
"Nanny, take the child to bed quickly."
The nanny came again angrily, took a few children and left.
The room finally became quiet. Jiang and his party leaned on the sofa with a splitting headache. What kind of home was this? He couldn't stay any longer. He got up and left. At the door, Huang Huiwen stopped him.
In the living room, only the mother and son were left alone, and the floor was messy.
Huang Huiwen complained: "Yixing, why do you beat your child as soon as you come back? Our Jiang family only has such a precious grandson, what should we do if we beat him?"