Chatper 1174 (1/2)

"Why are there bruises?" Pei Chengde's old face sank, and he grabbed his grandson's hand, showing anger.

If he hadn't said that, Song Weiyi wouldn't even know that his son was injured.

She walked over quickly and looked in their direction. Sure enough, there was a purple mark on Xu Jinxing's hand.

"Er Bao, why did you always tell mom that you were injured?" Song Weiyi asked anxiously.

She was really fine.

"How did this wound come about? Does it hurt?" Holding his son's little hand, Song Weiyi's face was filled with distress.

The white and tender skin has an extra bruise mark, so conspicuous, how can it not hurt?

Xu Jinxing trembled slightly, then nodded. "It was more painful before, but after the police uncle wiped it with medicinal wine, it didn't hurt much."

His original intention was to show his grandpa a good lesson, and then let his grandpa teach his son a good lesson.

Unexpectedly, my mother was questioned first.

Xu Jinxing suddenly felt a little guilty.

"How did it come about? Did you fall?" But this wound doesn't quite look like it.

If it falls, how much will it be scratched?

But here, apart from a bruise, there were no other traces.

"It's all right, my brother's is more painful." Xu Jinxing quickly withdrew his hand and shifted the topic to Pei Dabao.

It was not clear what happened, but there was a more obvious mark on Pei Dabao's leg.

"What? Dabao is also injured?" Song Weiyi was shocked.

Why doesn't she know?

"Where is the injury? Let mom take a look." Song Weiyi asked with a straight face and some stern demands.

Pei Dabao pursed his lips and glared at his younger brother.

"Pei Dabao!" Song Weiwei emphasized.

Only then did he slowly roll up his trouser legs, and a purple bruise slanted down from top to bottom on his two young legs that were like bamboo shoots.

Seeing this, Song Weiyi gasped.

Immediately afterwards, tears welled up uncontrollably. "Why didn't you tell me? Did you want my mother to worry about death?"

Song Weiyi questioned them with a deep cry.

As a failed mother, she didn't know anything before.

Now there are two children, one is injured on the hand and the other is injured on the leg.

For Song Weiyi, this was more sad than her own injury.

Seeing this, Pei Dabao and Xu Jinxing panicked. "Mom, don't cry."

"You are hiding such an important matter from mother, can I not cry?" Song Weiyi was angry and annoyed.

If their grandfather is not here today, do you plan to stop talking about it?

In fact, Song Weiyi was thinking too much, and she always wanted her to bathe them. These wounds would be discovered sooner or later.

But when people are anxious and anxious, they can't think clearly about many things, just like Song Weiyi at the moment.

An indescribable worry, anxiety, surrounded her.

It also caused her to lose control of her emotions in front of so many people at this moment.

"I'm sorry mom, I didn't mean it." Pei Dabao admitted his mistake to Song Weiyi with his head raised.

He knew his mother would be scared, so he didn't know how to tell her.

The three of them, the mother and the son, spoke so enthusiastically that Pei Chengde, the rightful master, was directly ignored all over the place.

He put on a tiger face, seeing Song Weiyi's tears dripping, he felt a little disgusted.

"Isn't it just a little injury? Boys should suffer a little bit, as long as they are fine."

"They're only four years old." Song Weiwei defended.