The wife is rebellious, and the boss surrenders obediently

Chapter 170: Mr. Song's Domineering Protection of His Child

Although Wei Hongbo was drunk and could not remember what the child looked like, he could never forget his bright eyes, as bright as stars.

The child in front of me has a playful look on his face, but his eyes are unforgettable.

Stepping through the iron shoes, there is nowhere to find it, and it takes no effort to get it.

"Stop right there, you little brat!" Wei Hongbo immediately chased after him.

The clients he brought stayed where they were. They came from the city to the countryside for leisure activities. Before getting down to business, Wei Hongbo would always come and enjoy himself first.

Little Sweet Potato is very agile and runs very fast around the farm.

Wei Hongbo wanted to avenge himself from last time and pursued him relentlessly.

Just when it was about to be caught up, Little Sweet Potato quickly climbed up the litchi tree.

Wei Hongbo didn't find the person, which was strange. Where did the child go?

When he looked up, he saw the child hiding in the tree.

Little Digu grabbed a handful of lychees and threw them at his face at the right moment.

The child's force wasn't great, so the damage wasn't great, but it was extremely insulting.

Wei Hongbo wanted to climb the tree, but he was too fat and had a big belly to climb up.

He jumped up and tried to pull the child down from the tree, but he could not reach him.

"You little bastard, get off here if you can!"

He stood under the tree, with his hands on his hips, and shouted loudly.

Little Sweet Potato snorted, "Fat guy, get up here if you can."

Wei Hongbo didn't expect that the three-year-old child could be so eloquent and outsmart him, a thirty-year-old man.

He looked around, found a long stick, and poked upwards.

When he almost poked the little sweet potato, he was very proud and said, "Look how I will teach you a lesson, you little brat!"

Suddenly, there was a cold rebuke: "Wei Hongbo, what are you doing?"

Wei Hongbo stopped, turned around and saw a familiar person.

Song Yizhuo was dressed in casual clothes, standing under the litchi tree, looking like a graceful and elegant gentleman.

But contrary to his image, he was carrying a basket filled with freshly picked lychees.

He wanted to pick them and take them back for Qin Moli and Yang Shuixiang to eat.

Unexpectedly, Wei Hongbo came to bully his son during this period of time.

"Manager Song, is it true that you call your boss by his name like this?" Wei Hongbo was unconvinced.

"This is not the company, why are you acting so arrogant?" Song Yizhuo walked over and put down the basket.

Wei Hongbo was so angry that he laughed, "I want to deal with this little brat, get out of the way!"

"You are the one who should get out of here!" Song Yizhuo rolled up his sleeves. He was a little irritable because he hadn't taken any action recently.

If anyone dared to call his son a little devil, he would beat Wei Hongbo into a big devil!

Wei Hongbo was stunned, "You..."

"What do you mean? This is my friend!" Song Yizhuo stood in front of him.

Even if little Sweet Potato doesn't call him dad, he is still his son.

What's more, the father and son have equal status, and he would rather be good friends with his son.

"Is he a dwarf? Where did you get such a small friend?" Wei Hongbo naturally didn't believe it.

Song Yizhuo threw a punch and said, "You are the dwarf! Your whole family is dwarfs!"

Wei Hongbo has tasted his fighting power, and found that this elegant and noble young man's fighting power is off the charts!
"Don't do it, or I'll call the police!" Wei Hongbo quickly dodged!

Song Yizhuo punched him again, "I'm hitting you, a bastard who bullies children! Go call the police, and I will beat you up even if the king of heaven comes."

Wei Hongbo lay on the ground and begged for mercy: "Stop hitting me, stop hitting me..." "Apologize to the kid!" Song Yizhuo stepped on his big butt.

"My little darling, I'm sorry! I will never dare to bully you again!" Wei Hongbo quickly admitted his mistake.

Little Digu gave Song Yizhuo a thumbs up. He is so manly and deserves to be liked!

Song Yizhuo kicked Wei Hongbo's butt: "Get lost! Don't let me see you on the farm again!"

Wei Hongbo ran away quickly, crawling all the way.

Song Yizhuo stretched out his hand at this time, "Little sweet potato, come down!"

The little sweet potato was not very close to him on the tree. How much did he have to trust him to jump down and let him hug him?

But the child did not hesitate, he opened his arms and flew down towards him.

Song Yizhuo held him in his arms, and the little sweet potato whispered in his ear: "Uncle, I want to learn Kung Fu."

"Okay!" Song Yizhuo nodded, "Now we have to pick lychees and bring them back for mom and grandma to eat."

When the father and son loaded the picked lychees into the trunk of the car, Wei Hongbo came over with the police.

"He's the one who beat me up like this, you must catch him!"

Song Yizhuo didn't say anything, "I can go with you, but don't scare the child!"

He called He Sheng and asked him to come and pick up Xiao Digu.

"I want to go with you!" Little Sweet Potato raised his little face, looking very righteous.

Song Yizhuo squatted down and hugged him in his arms, feeling warm in his heart.

He Sheng came over and found a witness, who was Wei Hongbo's client. He confirmed that it was Wei Hongbo who chased and beat the child as soon as he saw him.

He Sheng defended Song Yizhuo. Anyone who saw this scene would also stand up against injustice and take action when necessary.

As a result, Song Yizhuo was not held responsible for anything and Wei Hongbo was instead taught a lesson.

After walking out of the police station, He Sheng shook his head helplessly, "Old Song, you should also restrain yourself a little. It's enough to beat him in secret. Why beat him in the farm in broad daylight?"

"Whoever dares to bully my son will be beaten up. I can't wait until night to teach him a lesson!" Song Yizhuo has not been with his son for three years.

Every minute and every second from now on is worth cherishing.

He Sheng looked at Little Digua and asked, "Is your father a hero?"

"Yes!" Little Sweet Potato nodded.

He Sheng teased him: "Why don't you call me daddy?"

Little Digua said proudly: "He is my biological father, but to be my psychological father, he still needs to work hard!"

Song Yizhuo raised his fist and cheered, "Okay! I'll keep going!"

"What are you doing here? Did you pick lychees? Give me some!" He Sheng asked them.

"There are lychees, which are for Momo and grandma." Little Digu meant that there was no share for him.

Song Yizhuo was even more straightforward: "If you want to eat it, pick it yourself! This is for my woman alone."

He Sheng snorted. Just now the father and son were at odds with each other, but now they have joined forces again!
"I made this trip, so I should get some compensation, right? Both of you are so stingy?"

"Like father, like son. Who says we are father and son?"

Song Yizhuo was very happy. The relationship between him and his son had been further strengthened.

He Sheng felt it was corny and shook his head. "It's great to have a son!"

"Of course, you don't have a son!" Song Yizhuo mocked him mercilessly.

After he finished laughing, he called Little Digu and said, "Let's go. Bring back the lychees for Momo to eat."

They are going to enjoy some quality time as a family of three.

He Sheng was left alone in the wind, and he did not forget to kill, "Old Song, when I came here, I saw Xiao Mo and Gu Zhengcheng having dinner together!"