Wang Bushit was extremely embarrassed and regretted his behavior of slapping the stool away. In fact, Wang Bushit still had many ways to avoid it, such as catching it with his hands. Wang Bushit was a martial arts practitioner and there was no pressure. This was because he was a martial arts master. You can avoid it by using necessary skills, or you can avoid it by taking a step back. This is a battlefield duel strategy. Slapping it away with your hands is the worst way to deal with it. Slapping it away will hurt your hands, but the effect of pretending is better. That's good. After all, he has just recognized a son. Naturally, a father wants to show off in front of his son and make his son proud of having him as his father.
It's just that, the father's accuracy is a bit off, and the son will only suffer.
Xie Xiaodong cried while holding his bleeding head, full of grievances.
"What the hell, son, this is a misunderstanding, not my fault," Wang Bushi explained feebly, just like the scumbag and the woman were just ordinary friends.
Having a father with frequent problems is the misfortune of all sons in the world.
"I'm injured, I want to see a doctor." Xie Xiaodong stood up and wanted to walk out.
Opponents of comparable strength, the duel was being thrown around and the dishes were already in a mess in the Accord. It was a scene that would definitely shock the shop owner. The battle was fierce, but the result had not yet come out. Qian Duo was already panting from exhaustion, and Li Jinzhong was also Not much better, the frequency and accuracy of throwing things are obviously much different. For example, an object with a lot of money was turned around and thrown in front of Wang Busheng. Li Jinzhong was also blamed for causing Xie Xiaodong's indirect injury. After all, Li Jinzhong lost the stool, and Wang Bushu was only the indirect cause of the accident. Of course, the manufacturer of the stool is also responsible. If you hadn't made the stool, there would have been no bloodshed today.
As a martial arts practitioner, it is normal to have bumps and bumps, so you must master the first aid measures for all minor injuries. After all, martial arts practitioners are not rich at home, so they cannot often see a doctor, nor can they afford a family doctor.
"Son, don't be afraid. I bandaged up my head when I was prosperous. Don't worry, I have experience as a father." Wang Busheng took a few steps forward, picked up a pot of wine, and then tore off his own hair without mercy. Save clothes, use wine to disinfect, and use clothes to bandage.
"Who is Wangcai?"
This is a question that everyone has. During the intermission, Qian Duoduo curiously asked the sober people present.
"I had a dog in my family, but it is no longer here." Wang Busui also felt sad when he thought of the good fortune.
"Well, it was still a dog that died young. Was it the death caused by Wang Busheng's bandaging?" That was the loss of the entire Ming Empire.
"No, I don't need to". Xie Xiaodong backed away, like a poor girl who encountered a gangster.
"Child, don't worry. You have a severe disease that cannot be treated. If a minor injury is not treated, it will turn into a major injury. Haven't you learned from "Bian Que Meets Duke Huan of Cai"?
"Um, I haven't studied." Xie Xiaodong shook his head. It is obvious that talented people are hard to come out of poor families. Children from rich families are not necessarily academic masters. There are also a lot of poor students. Currently, there are two Li Jinzhong and Xie Xiaodong. It is estimated that Kameda Jutaro, who was holding his trouser pockets while exhaling more and less inhaling, didn't necessarily have much ink in his stomach.
"But I won't treat him either." He is not a good person. Xie Xiaodong knows very well. He also knows that his reputation is not good. There are many people who are known as heroes in the world who want to get rid of him quickly. Is this person in front of him a good person? If you move your hands and feet when bandaging yourself, wouldn't you die very resentful? He still has millions of dollars in savings at home, so he can't afford any surprises.
"Son, you can't give up, and you must have confidence in your father," Wang Bushi said earnestly, and he quickly adapted to his new identity as a father.
"No, no, no, even if I beat him to death," Xie Xiaodong wanted to run away. But what does Wang Busheng do? He is a master who specializes in managing the mythical beasts in the house. He grabbed Xie Xiaodong's hair and Xie Xiaodong stopped immediately. He was very straightforward and not sloppy.
A pot of wine was poured directly on Xie Xiaodong's wound. Xie Xiaodong grimaced in pain.
It wasn't over yet. One hand was holding Xie Xiaodong's hair, and it was difficult to bandage it with one hand. The omnipotent Wang Busheng was no exception.
A sweeping kick knocked Xie Xiaodong to the ground, and the sound of his big butt hitting the ground was very loud.
"Ouch, ouch" Xie Xiaodong covered his head with one hand and his butt with the other, looking very funny.
There are no outright bad people in the world. Anyone who has been evil for eighteen lifetimes has the possibility of redemption. Xie Xiaodong is just a child who was spoiled by his parents. He did not commit murder or arson, but he was a little disorderly in his personal life and insulted some good women. . You may have to pay back the money afterwards.
Wang Bushi felt that Xie Xiaodong still needed treatment, so he slapped Xie Xiaodong's obstructive hand away. Wang Bushi sat on Xie Xiaodong's big belly, and then carefully bandaged Xie Xiaodong with a beautiful bow. Fortunately, Wang Bushi's clothes were white. If it were red and had such a big and ugly face, I would probably be able to throw up after dinner.
After bandaging, Wang Busheng called it a day. Sitting on his belly felt good, but his image was not good. Wang Busheng was normal. In his dreams, he was always Zhang Jingjun and Zhang Jinghui.
He pulled up a bench and sat in front of Xie Xiaodong. Naturally, the son had no right to sit down in front of his father.
"A great achievement should not be treated as a word of modesty, and a huge sin should not be treated as a word of regret. Son, you are still young and your legal awareness is very weak. My father told you that bullying a girl from a good family will be beaten to death. You Although dad is young, he doesn’t want black-haired people to give away black-haired people. Dad also wants to have a few more people to support the elderly.”
With each mouthful of a son and every mouthful of a father, Xie Xiaodong was almost overcome with embarrassment. His expedient plan was actually taken seriously by him. He was considered a respectable person in Songjiang Mansion. He was betrayed by someone who was probably a few years younger than himself. A man who is 10 years old is called a son. It is not honorable to be a son.
"Well, let's not hide it from Dad. My biological father has hemorrhoids, constipation, athlete's foot and other diseases. He has a bad waist and kidneys, and gallbladder stones. I'm afraid it will have a bad impact on you. How about we ignore father and son, just brothers?" . His own father would definitely be angry if he had an extra father, but not if he became a sworn brother. My biological father will probably be very happy that his biological son is finally doing something human.
"No" Wang Bushi refused simply, "I like the feeling of being a father."
"Well, you haven't considered how it feels to be a son, whether you want it or not"! Xie Xiaodong murmured in his heart.
"Those who are close to vermillion are red and those who are close to ink are black. Let me tell you, son," Wang Bushu pointed at Li Jinzhong, "that man is not a good person. Don't play with him, he will lead you to bad things."
Li Jinzhong was innocently shot. The first time he came to Songjiang Mansion was Xie Xiaodong's participation. Who led whom? Li Jinzhong will not bear this responsibility.
"The King of Immortality can eat nonsense but not speak nonsense. It doesn't matter who leads the others to bad behavior." Li Jinzhong considers himself a good person.
"My son is very good and a good boy." Well, even though he is a godfather, he is more protective than his biological father. "I was led astray by you." Wang Bu die affirmed.
"You fart, I am also a good person and a good boy." Although they have done all bad things, no one is willing to admit that they are a bad person. If only people who had eaten shit were considered good people, smelly shit would become a big seller.
Regarding the topic of good people and good children, benevolent people have different opinions and everyone has different opinions. If you make it a habit to do good deeds every day, your mistakes will be magnified, and you will become a deeply hidden bad person. If you do all the bad things and occasionally do a few good things, you will be labeled a good person without hesitation. attached to your head.
Under the sun, there are two moods.
There was a lot of money and she was already exhausted. She had already sat down in the corner, and the person involved in the matter, Sister Miao Cuihua, had already come out of her panic. After the same encounter and the same person, Miao Cuihua said in her heart that she was safe. .
Wu Niaopeng, well, he is a dispensable villain. His existence is just to remind everyone that it is not advisable to find a way through the trust relationship. Just be down-to-earth and be a common citizen. Don't There is a soaring idea.
The most seriously injured person present was naturally the Japanese pirate friend. He must have a different heart if he is not of my race. There is no need to be hot-faced and cold-butt when dealing with countries and nations that were once and are not friendly to us. I beat him all over the ground. Teeth, he will be honest.
The most seriously injured, Kameda Jutaro was also the most confused. He was still at war with each other just now, and he was baptized like a violent storm. But now it is calm and the moon is full, and everyone is sitting together and chatting. Is it just a matter of local and regional differences? Heavy rain only hurts you.
"Xiao Dongjun, Jin Zhongjun, I am injured, I am crippled, I can no longer survive, you have to take revenge." Kameda Jutaro was crying, not to mention how ugly it looked for a fat man of his age to cry. Kameda Jutaro wanted to reflect deeply.
Kameda Jutaro came with himself, and he was the one who treated the guests. As a result, the person he brought was beaten, and depending on the situation, it could be rated as disabled. Xie Xiaodong and Li Jinzhong were both extremely embarrassed, and their bodies involuntarily became shorter.
"The Ming Empire is very particular about drawing out a sword to help when there is an injustice. We are friends. You can't just ignore the situation."
"Well, we can't protect ourselves, so you should save yourself."
"Um" There was a foul breath gathering in Kameda Jutaro's stomach.
"Son, let me tell you, none of the Japanese pirates are good people. They are evil in their genes. Making friends with them is self-destruction. Killing them when you encounter them is the behavior of normal people. Son Just wait, I'll kill a Japanese man and show you." Wang Busheng is an angry young man, he has been in both his life. In his previous life, he was too insignificant and incapable of making any remarkable achievements. All he could do was not buy anything from Japanese pirates, let alone travel to Japanese pirates. In this life, Wang Busui has a backer and money. In this era where money can connect the gods, Wang Busui said he has no scruples.
"Uh, don't," Xie Xiaodong hurriedly stopped him. He had given him one hundred thousand taels. He couldn't put up his pants and deny the person. Otherwise, no one would give him money in the future. He couldn't eat other people's food. The pot was also smashed.
"Okay, son, I know you are a good boy who hates evil as much as he hates evil. I will give you the opportunity to kill the Japanese pirates this time. It is only for this time and will not be repeated next time."
"not me"
"Son, don't be afraid." Wang Bushit handed Xie Xiaodong a bench. "Just slap that ugly face. Even if you don't die, you only have half a life left."
"Well," Xie Xiaodong has done many bad things, and many of his subordinates died because of his final setbacks, but those were all done by others. How could he kill someone if he didn't even dare to kill a chicken himself? He hesitated for a long time and didn't dare to take action.
"Son, if you don't do anything, I will beat you."
The real version of the case is still in front of him, Wu Niaopeng is still lying on the ground, Kameda Shiba Taro is still covering his crotch, dead Taoist friends are not dead, poor Taoists, Xie Xiaodong can only think "I'm sorry" in his heart, and hold the bench towards Kameda. Taro Shiba walked away.
"Dad, I was wrong." Xie Xiaodong sincerely apologized for his hesitation.
