Mr Bo's Spoiling His Sweet Wife

However, this idea is only a flash, Cong Shan touched Tang Wei's head, and then said to him, "hold on."

"You must not hurt yourself." Tang Wei looked up in his arms, "we are missing. Mummy must be very worried about us. You must not be hurt. She will be sad..."

Tang Wei's words even let Cong Shan this big man's nose sour, he pressed Tang Wei's forehead and pressed his head to his shoulder, "close your eyes, don't look."

Tang Wei grabbed Cong Shan's clothes and tears came out. "Uncle, I'm ok. Don't hurt me..."

When he was crying, he was thinking about Congshan's safety.

Cong Shan thinks of Tang poetry. She has a pure heart. Even if she is trampled and insulted, she still treats the people around her with care and consideration like sunshine. He knew the past of Tang poetry, only then knew that this woman had carried so many unfair treatment, but she was still kind, even if she was trapped in death and opened her eyes, her eyes were still clear and bright.

It is mainly because of her character, that she has such a hard backbone. After five years in prison, he has not been destroyed into a madman who detests the secular world, but has the courage to start all over again at any time.

Think about it, this woman is really braver than herself.

Congshan whispered, "OK, let's go back to see your mother early."

I don't know when Tang poetry has become a comfort to them.

It turns out that they have always been protected by people they want to protect.

Because you want to protect, so strong to hold everything.

Some of the servants with fierce skills and strict training rushed to Cong Shan, followed by many people with swing sticks in their hands. As soon as the door was closed, the dignified Cong family servant took off the Deacon's clothes and revealed his fierce body. Cong Shan was forced to a corner, with one hand still on Tang Wei's head, and the other hand blocked the knock of the man ——

The pain spread, he gritted his teeth and snorted. Then, taking advantage of the man's hand, he kicked the other party's unprotected stomach. The man flew out and knocked down two or three people. All of a sudden, the scene became extremely chaotic!

Cong Shan stepped on the wall two steps in the air, with the help of one foot on the shoulder of the servant. Then, his legs fell to the ground in a rather beautiful posture and twisted violently. As long as the strength was greater, the neck would be broken!

Lin Qiao was used to the bloody scenes, but was shocked by his son in the crowd.

He received strict training from the Cong family since childhood, including that every move represents the "Jungle" rules. Lin Qiao only hopes that his son will strive to become a young leader in the jungle.

However, his son has become more and more rebellious in adulthood. He does not hesitate to leave the Cong family and abandon all money and reputation. He hates the cold-blooded jungle. If he stays on, he will become a cold-blooded monster.

He can say he doesn't like it, but has he thought about it for her mother! She's not the only lady in the jungle! There are other rooms, madam! If someone else's son becomes the leader of the jungle sect, he will kill them all!

She gave birth to this son, but she couldn't be the head of the family. What a face!

Cong Shan killed his red eyes and took off the arm of the man who rushed up on the spot. He twisted it hard. The man screamed and dislocated his arm!

As soon as his hand was loose, his swing stick fell into Cong Shan's hand. He danced a stick flower with one hand and a weapon in one hand. The other hand never left Tang Wei's head.

Tang Wei knows that Cong Shan has spent a lot of energy. He has always been very indifferent. It seems that there is no mood fluctuation. Now he is panting so hard that he obviously consumes a lot of physical strength.

He felt that he was a drag on Cong Shan. From the beginning, if he had not been caught by Cong's family, Cong Shan would not have been forced back to Cong's house. If he had not been too weak, Cong Shan would not have been as hard as he is now.

He wants to be strong, to protect Mommy, to protect his little uncle.

But Tang Wei didn't think that Cong Shan, if he was not his own uncle, believed him so much that he would What should I do?

Aware of Tang Wei's panic, Congshan gets empty and reaches out to touch Tang Wei's soft hair.

He gasped. "Don't be afraid. I'll take you back."

Take you back, regardless of everything, back to the warm woman called Tang poetry.