Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 628 I Only Have You (55)

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

Then, he fell unconscious.

The sound of car horns, the sound of people running around, and the sound of panic began to riot 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 follow 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 your mother, that bitch, raising a dog would be more loyal than you. How dare you deny me now? You still talk back to me ? Who the hell gave you the guts?!"

Song Zhiqiang, who had lost all reason, viciously pinched the little boy who was lying on the ground, his eyes were almost squeezed out, and his face was distorted.

He strangled him, as if trying to strangle him to death.

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 he just takes it for granted that his son just wants to listen to him, support him, and be there whenever he is called.

The 11 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.

Back then, that little figure 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, slap him across the face to ensure that he is submissive, 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 on your stomach to live up to you. 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 an ambulance.

The crowd of onlookers has not dispersed 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 spurned this man.

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

This kind of illness can't be seen normally, but once someone sings against him or doesn't obey 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 strangers.

(End of this chapter)