Wealthy and hot wife: stunning husband does not love enough

Chapter 444 A roar of injustice
"It took so long for you to get it. How could I be ashamed to win someone's love? Besides, I think you are quite suitable for this sword, so you should keep it for yourself." Song Siqiao slightly leaned towards her and finished with a sneer. , turn around and leave.

When she arrived at the door, she was suddenly bumped by a young boy who rushed in. She raised her head and saw that the boy was about eight or nine years old, with blond hair and fair skin, but black eyes. She should be of mixed race. He looked at her anxiously.

"I...I didn't mean to."

Song Siqiao lowered her head and saw a few red water stains on her clothes, and then saw that he was hiding the tomato juice in his hand behind his back, so she understood what was going on, but she was in a good mood now and didn't want to talk to him. Anyone who cares, let alone a child, so he waved his hand directly.

"It's okay, let's go."

Then he turned around to go to the bathroom, and was about to return to the auction hall when he came out, when he heard a faint cry for help from the other end of the corridor.

At first Song Siqiao thought she had heard it wrong, but when she stopped and listened carefully, she concluded that there was indeed someone calling for help, mixed with crying, so she immediately walked towards the source of the sound.

The cry for help came from a basement full of sundries. Song Siqiao looked through the half-open door and saw four or five foreign men threateningly surrounding a young man, and one of them even raised his hand. .

The boy had no power to fight back, so he could only cry and beg for mercy. Song Siqiao recognized at a glance that he was the boy who knocked her down just now.

It's just that these big men have any grievances with a child, and they have come here. If she hadn't caught the fish on the chopping board and let others slaughter it?

Song Siqiao, as a top agent of the Feng Ting organization who surpassed the four major killers, is unparalleled in cold blood, but after being sent to Qiaozhou to live with her grandfather, she began to change.

Her grandfather, Zhen Haoyuan, was a martial artist. It is said that he was the sixth-generation successor of Huawumen, a martial arts organization that flourished during the Republic of China. His bones were full of chivalrous spirit. Song Siqiao was hacked to death under his influence. Personally, the style of turning around and walking away has gradually changed into a character of shouting when the road is injustice.

Therefore, facing such a scene now, one must not stand idly by, especially seeing one of the white men hold a knife to the boy's throat, and break into the door without even thinking about it.

"Stop! Do you know how to write the word shameless when several big men beat up a child?"

Those few people saw a girl running in for no reason, and there was a flash of disapproval in their eyes.

"Where did the guy who overestimated himself come from, get out! Don't ruin our business!"

She was quite fluent in Chinese, Song Siqiao didn't want to waste time, so she picked up a wooden stick and rushed towards it like a whirlwind, beating those people until they screamed, then threw away their helmets and armor, and fled.

Song Siqiao walked up to the boy and asked with concern, "How are you doing?"

"I'm fine, thank you." The boy shook his head, his dark eyes looked particularly lovable, and his skin was crystal clear.

Song Siqiao couldn't help asking, "Which country are you from?"

"My father is Chinese, and my mother is British." The boy wondered if he was frightened by her fight just now, and spoke timidly.

Song Siqiao nodded: "What about your father and mother?"

(End of this chapter)