Chapter 270 Old witch, I’ll take you away at night

Mu Huan watched helplessly as her son burned up in front of her, her mind went blank, and her vision suddenly went blank!

She couldn't hear any sounds from the outside world at all, and she just felt that the blood in her whole body was about to flow backwards...

When she used great strength to regain her composure and was about to rush over to save the child, Feng Tingbei had already taken off his suit jacket and wrapped it tightly around Xiao Nianbao's body.

Fortunately, there was not much alcohol in the dog's blood, and Feng Tingbei was saved in time. The alcohol lost contact with the air and was quickly extinguished.

Just when Feng Tingbei was about to take off his coat and check whether Nian Bao was injured, an extremely deep voice of an elderly man suddenly came from his throat:

"Shen Yunyan, you are an unforgivable witch who murdered your grandson. I will take you in tonight!"

Feng Tingbei was shocked. Such a sound was not something his five-year-old son could make. What was going on?

"The gods have appeared! The gods have appeared!"

The witch doctor, whose legs were shaking with fear, suddenly shouted and knelt down to kowtow to Nian Bao.

When his disciples saw him kneeling down, they also imitated his example and knelt down together.

At the same time, the bodyguards of the Bo family who were guarding the side and back doors saw that there was no movement in the yard for a long time, and followed Feng Tingbei's instructions in advance and rushed in from their respective positions.

All the people in the yard were arrested, including the previously arrogant white-haired young man.

Nian Bao was also carried down by Feng Tingbei. Mu Huan rushed forward to check his pulse and confirmed that the child was not injured. Then her feet gave way and she fell to the ground.

Xiao Nianbao felt extremely distressed. If he had known that his mother would be so worried, he would not have taken the risk.

The little guy left Feng Tingbei aside and jumped down to hug Mu Huan.

This made Feng Tingbei somewhat depressed. He was obviously as worried and heartbroken as Mu Huan, but he didn't see his son caring about him, his biological father.

But seeing Mu Huan's feet weak from fear, he couldn't help but feel a wave of heartache.

Not caring about anything anymore, he leaned over and pulled Mu Huan up from the ground, held her tightly in his arms and comforted: "It's okay, it's okay, our child is fine..."

Xiao Nianbao was dropped to the ground and could only hold Mu Huan's hand, hug her legs tightly, and look up at her with his little face raised.

It took a lot of effort for Mu Huan to recover. She pushed Feng Tingbei away and picked up her son who was lying on the ground. She didn't care about the blood all over his body and kissed him again and again, hugging the child tightly.

Feng Tingbei, who was pushed away again, felt completely aggrieved.

He is obviously the biological father, so why is he being criticized like an outsider, while Mu Qi and his son are more like a mother and son?

Before he married Mu Qi, his son was already so attached to her. If they really got married, and the four of them, mother and son, were in love, what would he have to do with her?

"Miss Seventh, a total of seventeen people were caught in the yard." The Bo family's bodyguard came over and asked Mu Huan for instructions on how to deal with these people.

"Take it to the old house together and let grandpa decide." Feng Tingbei said coolly.

His mother's life has been too comfortable these past few years, and it's time for her to learn a lesson.

After hearing this, the Bo family bodyguard went to see what Mu Huan meant. Seeing her nodding, he did what Feng Tingbei said.

"Xiao Sen, don't worry, Daddy will definitely seek justice for you this time."

Children are also Feng Tingbei's bottom line. Even if he is deaf and mute, he is still his and Mu Huan's biological son. He does not allow anyone to hurt him, not even his own mother!

Hearing what Zhazha's father said, Nian Bao felt slightly comforted. He finally did not suffer this in vain.

In order to encourage Father Zhazha to toughen his heart and carry it out to the end, he deliberately cowered in Mu Huan's arms with tears in his eyes. He opened his small mouth from time to time, as if he wanted to express his grievances but could not.

As expected, Feng Tingbei felt more and more distressed as he watched, and even turned his back and slapped himself in the face!

If Mu Huan in heaven saw their son being hurt like this, how distressed would he be?


Chapter completed!