Her precious grandson, whom she has loved for so long, was subjected to such inhuman abuse under her nose.
It was because of her soft heart.
After listening to A Bao, she should have a tougher attitude, for A Bao's sake and also for A Bao's sake.
Lan'er.
"Shu'er, you" Feng Shu interrupted Shen Borui coldly, "Are you going or not?"
Shen Borui wanted to tell her to calm down, but seeing that she was on the verge of violence, he could only sigh in his heart, "I'm going, I'm going, don't get excited, calm down, and take care of A Bao first."
"Grandpa, that's not true."
Before Abao finished speaking, Feng Shu hugged her hard and heard her choking voice, "Abao, I'm sorry, it's your grandmother who didn't take good care of you.
It's your grandmother who shouldn't have trusted outsiders.
No matter what that person is, After all, Lan'er's body and soul are that vicious woman Bi Ling, not your mother."
Abao felt like he was going to be hugged so hard that he couldn't breathe.
There was also his grandmother.
That was really his mother.
Neither he nor his father recognized the wrong person.
"Grandma, the injuries on A Bao's body were really caused by himself and have nothing to do with anyone else."
A Bao explained helplessly.
Feng Shu let go of him and immediately went to roll up his other sleeve, "Let grandma see where it's still hurt.
Don't worry, grandma will seek justice for you this time, and she will definitely let your father kill that vicious man." woman.”
Listening to Feng Shu's words, Abao twitched his lips in silence.
His grandmother believed that his mother was a bad person.
It would be useless for him to say more, so he had to let her talk.
If he regretted it, he would let her roll up her sleeves and take off his clothes.
Feng Shu rolled up her other sleeve.
When she saw those red spots, her heart ached again.
She quickly took off A Bao's clothes, only wearing small pants.
Looking at the white and tender things in front, there was nothing.
But as soon as he turned around, he was stunned.
I saw that A Bao's white and tender back was actually covered in bruises and bruises, some with marks, and even many small red dots that looked like needle pricks.
Abao lowered his head, looking listless, and allowed Feng Shu to manipulate him.
"Abao, you" Feng Shu looked at the scarred back and was speechless.
She felt as if her throat was blocked and her whole body was being pressed down by a jack.
She was so pressed.
Out of breath.
Where did this back full of injuries come from?
A Bao softened his body and lay in Feng Shu's arms.
The little man seemed to have no energy at all.
His soft little milk voice sounded a little aggrieved, "A Bao did it by himself.
It has nothing to do with anyone else.
Grandma, don't ask anymore." ” Feng Shu stretched out her hand, wanting to touch the wound, but her trembling hand could not move down, for fear of hurting him.
"Put on your clothes first."
Feng Shu raised her hand to wipe the corners of her eyes.
With trembling hands, she picked up a cloak, wrapped A Bao around her, and then held her in her arms carefully, for fear of hurting him.
Abao raised his face and felt something dripping on his face.
He blinked and looked at Feng Shu.
There was a crystal teardrop on her chin.
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Then it fell and dripped on his face.
He saw her raise her hand.
Rubbing hard.
"Grandma, don't cry.
A'bao doesn't hurt.
A'bao really doesn't hurt."
A'bao raised his little hand and obediently wiped the tears from Feng Shu's chin.
His soft milky voice made people feel soft
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