Di Shao snatches a kiss in the middle of the night: arresting his ex-wife

Mu Wanqing said, "There's no need to look for it. Take the money and go home quickly. It's getting late."

But the little boy was stubborn: "My mother said, you can't take other people's money casually. If you do that, you are not a good boy. Auntie, I only want you 69 yuan."

It was very clear that Mu Wanqing saw the stubbornness and stubbornness in the little boy's eyes, and saw that he put his little hand firmly behind his back. In the end, she found 69 yuan in her wallet and handed it to him.

The little boy was very happy to see him.

Carefully handing the roses to Mu Wanqing, he took the money, bowed to her, said many thanks in succession, and then ran away.

But after running for a few meters, he suddenly stopped and said to her again: "Thank you, auntie, I can help my mother buy her favorite birthday cake, auntie, today is my mother's birthday!!"

"..." When Mu Wanqing heard this, her nose couldn't help but she felt sour, tears were about to fall.

She nodded at him and told him to be careful on the road.

Seeing the little boy bouncing forward, she was just about to lower her eyes to look at the roses, and then think about what to do with them, when there was a sudden burst of loud ridicule in the distance.

She heard the sound and looked, the little boy was thrown to the ground by a group of children of different heights.

One of the fattest boys pointed to his nose and said, "I haven't sold out all the roses yet, please sell them for me."

As he spoke, he threw the roses in his basket heavily into the little boy's basket, snatched the money from him, and prepared to leave.

However, as soon as the fat boy counted the money, he roared angrily: "Why is it only 69 yuan?! There is no way to buy my basket of roses with this amount of money."

"An idiot is an idiot. Didn't anyone tell you that a rose costs at least ten yuan?!"

"Big Fatty, don't scold him. He doesn't have a father. He only has a mother who picks up junk and has mental problems. He can help us sell flowers for free every day. It's not bad. .”

"Yes, Fatty, let's go quickly. Uncle Qin should praise us today. He sold so many flowers and made a lot of money."

The little boy was thrown heavily on the ground by them. He seemed a little dazed, and sat there motionless.

When he came back to his senses, he immediately rushed back to grab the money in a vicious manner: "Give me back the money, I'm going to buy my mother a birthday cake with this money. Give me back the money."

"What is your money?! This site belongs to us, and the money you sell flowers here should also belong to us. Get out of the way..." the fat boy said harshly.

Seeing the little boy being thrown to the ground by several children, Mu Wanqing quickly got up, ran over quickly, and scolded: "What are you doing?! How do you bully people?!"

Hearing Mu Wanqing's roar, the group of children ran away.

Mu Wanqing walked over and quickly picked up the little boy.

Only then did she notice that there was another big hole in the boy's already tattered T-shirt.

The skin on the arms and knees was worn out, and the bright red blood overflowed, Mu Wanqing wanted to take him to treat the wound.

However, he stood stiffly on the spot without moving, with his head lowered very low.

"Little friend, go to the side with Auntie, Auntie will help you treat the wound." Mu Wanqing said warmly.

When the little boy raised his head, tears flashed in his eyes, and he choked up crying: "Auntie, my mother's birthday cake is gone, what should I do, she can't eat the birthday cake."