Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

  Chapter 628 I only have you (55)

  The little boy was knocked down to the ground with a punch, his head hit the concrete floor directly, and there was a sound of heavy bones hitting.

   Then, he fell to the ground unconscious.

  The sound of car horns, the sound of people running around, and the sound of panic, riots began on this street.

  The crowd formed a circle far away, not daring to approach.

   I just looked at the mad middle-aged man in the center, punching the little boy on the ground.

   "Sure enough, it was born by a bitch, who looks like his mother! Do you dare to come with me? Do you dare to come with me?! If you have milk, you are a mother, how dare you deny me!?"

"If it wasn't for me back then, you wouldn't have known the dog you were being fed to. Just like that **** of your mother, raising a dog would be more loyal than you. How dare you deny me now? Still talking back to me? Who the **** gave you the guts?!"

  Song Zhiqiang, who had no sense of reason, viciously pinched the little boy who was lying on the ground, his two eyeballs almost popped out, and his face was distorted.

  He strangled him, as if trying to strangle him.

   The fragile bones were twisted by him with a crackling sound, as if they were about to be twisted in the next second.

  He has never looked at his child directly, and only takes it for granted that his son just wants to listen to him, support him, and be there whenever he is called.

  Eleven years of prison life did not change the cold blood in his bones, and even magnified his greed and selfishness infinitely.

  His mind is still full of the weak figure who shrank in the corner and dared not speak.

  The little figure back then didn't dare to say a word when faced with his loud scolding.

  If you ask to serve tea, you will serve tea, and if you serve water, you will serve water.

   Feeling upset, I slap him across the face to make sure he is obedient, with his head down, as obedient as a dog.

   When Song Zhiqiang was pulled away and handcuffed forcibly by the police, he made a hard face, but suddenly softened.

   Laughing like a lunatic.

   "Son. Son, I have a son. Our Song family has a son."

   "My son is good, my son is obedient, and I can marry a wife to help with work in the future."

   "I, Song Zhiqiang, have a son. You bitch, you count as your stomach's strength. Son, son."

   Song Zhiqiang was pushed onto the police car, still in a daze, swearing fiercely for a while, and kicking the seat violently for a while.

  The little boy who was beaten in the street was quickly sent to the ambulance.

  The crowd of onlookers lingered for a long time, still discussing this matter with lingering fear.

   A day later, the report of Song Zhiqiang beating an eight-year-old boy made the headlines in City A, and even made it to the hot search list.

  Many people took pictures of the scenes at that time and uploaded them on the Internet.

   Netizens’ comments this time were all one-sided, they felt sorry for the little boy, and at the same time spurned this man.

  Song Zhiqiang was imprisoned and was judged by a doctor to be suffering from severe violent disorder.

  This kind of illness is not visible on weekdays, but once someone sings against him or disobeys his will, he will be furious and hurt others.

   Based on Song Zhiqiang's information, the police found Song Jing.

  Song Jing is now an adult and has the ability to make judgments independently.

  The police succinctly explained the seriousness of Song Zhiqiang's incident, and suggested that Song Zhiqiang might be sent to a mental hospital.

   Song Jing didn't respond to what the police said.

  He has no so-called father-son relationship with Song Zhiqiang at all, and is even colder than a stranger.

  (end of this chapter)