With a cold face, the man went up and grabbed Zhouzhou's sweater collar and pulled him out of bed!

"Second uncle, second uncle, it hurts Zhouzhou." The child cried, with tears still on his face.

"Yan Jia!" Lin Zhi didn't know why Yan Jia suddenly went crazy. Of course, he was a madman himself.

"Get out! Get out!" Yan Jia was full of hostility towards Zhou Zhou and threw him out of the room, slamming the door shut!

Lin Zhi ran out of bed and was about to chase him out, but Yan Jia grabbed his wrist!

The woman had a pale face: "Yan Jia! What are you doing! Zhouzhou is still a child, why are you crazy! I said, if you have anything to do with me, why are you doing this to a child? Why are you doing this to a child?

Is there any humanity?!”

"No, Lin Zhi, I have always been inhumane, don't you know?"

Yan Jia dragged her to the bed, pressed her down desperately, leaned over and kissed her chattering little mouth, with the fresh breath of snacks still on her lips.

Lin Zhi had no strength to struggle.

After all, Zhouzhou was still a child. He was crying loudly outside. He didn't know what happened and why his second uncle treated him like this.

When the child cried, Lin Zhi resisted even more.

"Lin Zhi, your son is outside. Do you believe that I opened the door and fucked you in front of him? Huh?"

"Yan Jia... do you hate me so much? If you hate me so much, stab me in the heart, okay? Is that okay?" Lin Zhi also cried, with tears streaming down his face.

"That's too much. I'm going to stab your heart bit by bit and make you suffer for the rest of your life."

"I'm not worthy of your hatred. You can live without me in your world."

"You'd better shut up." Yan Jia looked down at her indifferently, only a few centimeters away from her.

Lin Zhi stopped talking, closed his eyes, and let Yan Jia do whatever he wanted.

He can do whatever he wants.

Zhouzhou cried loudly outside.

Yan Jia really found him annoying, so he let Lin Zhi go and strode out.

It turned out that Zhouzhou had not left, but was sitting on the ground crying, with tears in his big eyes, and he looked up at Yan Jia blankly.

Yan Jia picked up his collar and walked out.

Zhouzhou was even more frightened: "Second uncle, don't... help me, save Zhouzhou."

No one came to save him.

Yan Jia went to a balcony on the third floor, opened the window, picked up Zhouzhou, and hung him upside down on the balcony like a little chicken.

The cold wind blew in, cutting Yan Jia's face like a knife.

His thin lips pursed tightly: "Are you still crying? Yan Zhou!"

"Wow..." Zhouzhou is just a four-year-old child. He doesn't know why his second uncle treated him like this today. He cried heartbrokenly, "Fang, Fang Zhouzhou... I'm afraid... I'm afraid..."

There is a dark night sky outside, and a lush green lawn outside the window.

Although it is only the third floor and not very high, for children, it is an abyss.

Zhouzhou cried so hard that he was out of breath, almost breathless, tears fell from his eyes, and his little face was full of fear and terror.

The cold north wind was very cold, blowing on Zhouzhou's face. The child could no longer feel the coolness because he was afraid, so he could only cry. He was speechless as he cried, and he closed his eyes tightly in fear.

"Second uncle... Zhouzhou is obedient... Zhouzhou will be obedient... Let Zhouzhou be afraid, afraid..."

The sound of the whistling wind blew past Zhouzhou's ears, and also blew through Yan Jia's ears.
Chapter completed!