My wife is squeamish

Chapter 979 He's Just a Child

And it's certainly not the first time it's been done.

But today, he encountered a hard stubble.

He may not know that An Zhi is also for spoiled children.

She looked up and looked around, and found that the secretary's room and the assistant's room were empty, probably for a meeting.

Since no one is there.

She threw the bag in her hand to the ground.

She rushed forward and grabbed the boy by the collar, and dragged him towards the bathroom. Since no one disciplined him, let her come.

An Zhi's strength is great at certain times.

The boy didn't expect her to rush up suddenly, obviously unable to react.

When he realized that he was being dragged away, he immediately yelled, "Let go of me, dead woman, come here, help me, I'm going to kill someone."

"Shut up, if you shout again, I'll throw you from here, and let you know what killing is." An Zhi roared fiercely.

The boy was not afraid, and struggled with his arms and legs, "Let go of me, do you know who I am? If you dare to treat me like this, my mother will not let you go."

"You dare to hit me, do you think I'll let your mother go?" An Zhi quickened her pace, she must teach this uneducated person a lesson today.

Just as they walked to the bathroom door.

A very gorgeously dressed woman walked out of it, about 30 years old.

Before An Zhi could react.

The little boy in her hand had already shouted, "Mom, save me, this woman said she was going to kill me."

"What are you doing, let go of my son." The woman immediately ran over wearing ten centimeter high heels.

Raising his hand, he wanted to snatch the boy from An Zhi's hand.

An Zhi turned to the side and asked, "Is this your son?"

"Of course it's my son, maybe it's your son. Let him go, or I won't be polite to you." The woman barked her teeth.

The look was the same as when the boy splashed hot water on her just now.

Almost exactly the same.

An Zhi sneered, "He is rude enough to me, dare to pour hot water on me, how do you educate your children?"

"You bumped into me first, so you deserve to be splashed by me." The boy seemed to be relying on him, and he spoke even more harshly.

An Zhi opened his mouth, but he hasn't spoken yet.

It felt as if her hand was empty, the woman had snatched her son back.

He squatted down, ripped off his clothes, looked at him, looked at him, and asked, "She hit you, where did she hit you, does it hurt?"

"Hey, auntie, why do you believe everything he says? He obviously hit me, okay? I got out of the elevator properly, but he didn't say anything as soon as he hit me, and even poured hot water on me."

"He's just a child, so what if he bumps into you, so what if he splashes you, do you have to argue with him?"

After checking on her son, the woman stood up.

Blatant accusations.

As if they were the ones who made sense.

At such a young age, An Zhi has never seen such a person who turns right and wrong, black and white.

She was out of breath.

He stroked his chest, "Okay, he's still a child, what about you, you're always an adult, right? Should you apologize to me?"

"Why do I apologize, do you know who I am and who my husband is, I apologize, can you bear it?" The woman put her hands on her hips.

It was just swearing.

An Zhi rolled up his sleeves, wanting to argue with her.

No one has ever been so fierce to her since she was a child. If she doesn't tell her right and wrong today, her surname will not be Xu.

(End of this chapter)