Chapter 597: Acting Like It's Real

With such a commotion, everyone in the courtyard came out.

Seventh Cousin-Grandpa frowned: "Where's his grandpa?"

"I don't know." Wu Lan said softly: "I just heard him talking, I guess he can't manage the child and is feeling embarrassed."

Besides, the child being educated into this state also has to do with how he's taught at home. Just like how Song Youde was obedient to his eldest son and biased... cough, that's going too far.

In short, Wu Lan guessed, maybe Old Man Li couldn't manage him, but after all, it was his own grandson, and he wanted to use Qiao Qiao's car to coax his grandson? That would explain why he wasn't coming out now.

It wasn't just her; everyone didn't ask, so they probably all guessed the same.

And over there, facing the annoying chubby boy Li Haoxuan, Qiao Qiao didn't give in at all: "Little Yellow is mine, you don't feel heartache, you're bad! Little Flower is mine, I won't give it, I won't give it, I won't give it!"

After he finished speaking, he grabbed Li Haoxuan's clothes and pulled him down directly: "You get away! You are not allowed to touch Little Flower!"

He was tall and strong, so pulling a small child was easy. Instead, the live broadcast room became lively—a brat getting beaten, how interesting!

【Fight, fight!】 Isn't it a coincidence?

【The old man is right, you have to pull a bamboo strip, the one on the tip of the bamboo!】

That one directly stunned him. 【No, don't moral kidnap.】

And then he started rolling on the ground, like a white worm just dug out of the vegetable field, arching to this side and rolling to that side, while still howling in his mouth:

"I won't listen, I won't listen, the king is chanting scriptures."

The live broadcast room was also chattering—

【Bamboo! Use bamboo! It's most suitable for hitting people, when I was in school, the teachers had one in each hand.】

"You hit me! I'm not afraid of you."

If it really dragged on like this, the brat could roll in the courtyard for a whole night, and Song Tan might still be able to sleep soundly.

【Better not hit him, call his family, otherwise he might frame you if he gets a scratch.】

【Hitting a brat with such a thin sesame stalk, when I was young, my dad's bamboo strip would whistle when he swung it.】

Good fellow!

Everyone:... Sure enough, it's because this sesame stalk is too thin to be useful!

At this moment, his eyeballs rolled around, and instead, the sound of his howling became louder, and even his tears were held back.

Just crying while looking at Qiao Qiao, while howling... his five senses were busy and couldn't coordinate, and he couldn't even care about shedding tears.

Seventh Cousin-Grandpa had such a violent temper!

【It's worthy of being Song Tan's sister, so gentle.】

She leisurely stripped off the leaves and pods on the sesame stalk in front of the live broadcast camera, leaving only a thin, withered, greenish stalk.

It was like scratching an itch; the other party didn't have any reaction at all, but instead became arrogant and made a face at her.

However, this brat wasn't from her family, why should she let him be an eyesore here?

"I must let him know today that even if he cries in our yard for a whole night, Qiao Qiao's car won't be given to him if he says it won't."

Then, sure enough, she saw him bump into Song Tan again: "Ah ah ah, I want to beat you to death!"

The people in the live broadcast room only saw Song Tan gently wave the thin sesame stalk, as if she didn't dare to use force, and slowly whipped it onto the chubby boy's butt.

【With that sesame stalk, and it's been drying for a day... it's either brittle or withered, what kind of harm can it do?】

The chubby boy rolled on the ground, then looked up at her: "I won't!"

【...】

【The one in front, I originally wanted to say your dad was too cruel, now I just want to say he's truly his own, he only gave him one slap.】

"It's okay." 【What kind of education is this?】 Song Tan was also happy.

And then she took a step forward, staring into the chubby boy's eyes:

Even Seventh Cousin-Grandpa was watching happily from the side, and Yan Ran and the others were watching the excitement, not willing to look away at all.

At this moment, she stepped forward two steps and pulled a sesame stalk from a sack in the corner:

Song Tan covered her ears directly, and then shook her head frantically:

【I say, such a child should be whipped! Just don't hit him too hard.】

They were all villagers, such a thin sesame stalk, what kind of harm could it do?

And then, Qiao Qiao raised his wrist again, and with a light "pop," it whipped onto the chubby boy's butt through his pants again.

His dad loved to whip him with that material when he had nothing to do.

【Is anyone paying attention to the tricycle?】

【Yes, that thing hurts when it hits people, and it doesn't break.】

【Hey, I noticed it too, how should I put it? It's Song Tan's style.】

"Pfft—you hit me, you hit me, I'll tell my dad to beat you to death!"

"Who told you to ask for things like that?"

This time it was an improvement over before, maybe he was truly aggrieved, and tears were flowing out.

"I want that car! I want that car!" "Mom—Dad—woo woo woo, I want that car!"

Sure enough!

"How did your parents educate you? If you don't get up, I'm going to whip you."

Qiao Qiao's voice was gentle: Song Tan almost laughed out loud.

【When on summer vacation in the countryside, if the parents aren't around, hitting him is useless.】

After a short silence, as if the pain was being conveyed, or as if he had just brewed the right emotions, the child suddenly cried out with an "ow," tears and snot flowing!

【Who are you? A cow is worth tens of thousands, you pay for it? You speak so lightly.】

The live broadcast room was also praising—

"Give me this car, if you don't give it, I won't leave!"

【I remember my dad gave me a big slap—because I stole a beehive and put it in the quilt.】 It's better for Old Man Li not to show up!

【Call his parents directly.】

【Sigh, don't hit, don't hit, it's not your own child, it's easy to be blamed by others.】

【Brat really should be beaten.】

"They all bully me! The old man also bullies me, my grandpa doesn't like me at all, woo woo woo..."

At this moment, his voice raised: "Qiao Qiao, you wait,

I'll go break a bamboo strip for you!"

Saying this, he even rolled comfortably:

Her face was gentle, and the words she said were even gentler:

【Host, don't let him kill Little Yellow! Little Yellow is so pitiful, I'll buy it.】

Because his mother's howling was even louder than his. "Are you leaving or not?"

【He's a man, he looks like he has a face that deserves to be whipped.】

"It's not our child, just hit him twice so he knows how powerful you are, otherwise he'll keep making a scene in the yard, and it won't look good for Grandpa Li later."

【My mom uses a broom handle.】 "Right! I won't give it!"

However, this time Song Tan was prepared. He didn't bump into her, but instead rebounded and took two steps back, falling into a sitting position.

【My dad uses a belt.】

That, Li Haoxuan had heard since he was small!

But at this moment, no one was paying attention to the live stream anymore; instead, everyone was staring at the chubby boy who was clenching his fists and panting.

【You all think too much, you don't see what the host sister is holding in her hand.】

【That child's words are so cruel.】 Song Tan smiled. ===== CHAPTER 598 =====