Chapter 985 It Would Be Nice if My Mom Was Here

Several parents were protective of their children. When they heard their children complaining, some of them rolled up their sleeves and glared at Zhou Sireng fiercely, "Hey, little brat, you can't hit people, you know?"

Zhou Sireng stood aside with his back straight. Compared with other children who had their parents' care and greetings, he looked very lonely. He raised his head and glanced at the parent, then retorted coldly, "Children can't slander other people's parents behind their backs, you know?"

"Hey, you little brat are too rude, where did you come from?" A parent immediately stepped forward emotionally.

At this time, a deep and magnetic voice sounded, "Who are you talking about as a bastard?"

The parent stopped walking, and everyone turned to look at the man walking in the corridor. He was so tall, about 1.9 meters tall, and everyone had to look up. He was wearing a black shirt and black trousers. The well-cut clothes wrapped his more perfect figure than a model. Needless to say, his two legs were straight and long, which made people drool.

He wiped his trouser pocket with one hand, and held a bunch of car keys with two fingers of the other hand. He came against the sun, and the sun gave his delicate and tough outline a layer of gorgeous light. He stood there quietly, and his hawk-like sharp narrow eyes indifferently patrolled the faces of several parents.

Several parents were shocked. They had never seen such a handsome and stylish man, and his aura was so strong. His eyes stopped on their faces and made them feel a chill. They just wanted to escape.

Zhou Yao looked at them, he lifted his thin lips and repeated, "I'm asking you who is the bastard?"

This time he slowed down his tone, and the parents felt like a mountain was pressing down on them, "I...I...I'm saying my son is a bastard..."

"Daddy!" a little friend yelled immediately.

"Shut up!" The parent raised his hand and slapped his son.

"Woo woo..." The little friend cried quickly.

Zhou Yao raised his thick eyelashes like two brushes, spread his long legs, and walked forward. The parents stood aside in fear, and his indifferent eyes fell on the little guy who had just reached his legs.

"Zhou Sireng, tell me, what's going on?" he said.

Zhou Sireng raised his neck, he looked at Zhou Yao, and then snorted heavily.

Zhou Yao immediately frowned, and his tough features also darkened a little, "Speak nicely!"

This sentence made Zhou Sireng quickly explode. He wanted to slap the newspaper in his hand on his father's face, but his father was too tall, so he gave up. He could only slap the newspaper on his father's strong thigh with a lower momentum, "Look at what you have done!"

Zhou Yao did not take the newspaper, so it fell to the ground. He glanced at it, and then pursed his thin lips expressionlessly.

"I ask you, is this true?"

Zhou Yao looked at his son. There was a red mark on his pink and white face, which was caught by other little friends. His clothes were messy and embarrassed, but he stubbornly stood up and confronted him. His amber eyes were watery, but he was strong enough not to let himself cry.

Zhou Yao did not speak.

"Hmph, the teacher said we had a fight and told us to handle it ourselves. Now you handle it yourself. If this is true, you should apologize to them. I don't care."

Zhou Sireng turned and ran. He hugged the big schoolbag in his arms, and tears as big as beans fell "crackling".

After a few steps, a steady footsteps sounded behind him, "Zhou Sireng, what's your attitude, stop right there!"

Zhou Sireng wiped his tears and ran faster and faster, "I'm not your soldier, why should I listen to your orders? You're not my dad, my dad is not that kind of person!"

"Zhou Sireng, you know what you are saying, you dare to say it again!"

"What's there to be afraid of, you're not my dad!"

As soon as the voice fell, Zhou Sireng's collar was grabbed by several slender and powerful fingers. The man lifted it easily, and Zhou Sireng was hanging in the air. With two "slaps", he was slapped twice on his buttocks.

"How dare you talk back at me!"

This time Zhou Sireng cried even harder. He hugged his schoolbag tightly and cried loudly, "Woo, I must have been picked up. I must not be your biological child, you tyrant... woo..."

The passing parents and the old man guarding the gate turned their heads to look when they heard the heart-wrenching cry. They saw a handsome but dark-faced man holding a little boy upside down easily. The little boy was gesticulating in the air with his hands and feet.

There was an extremely impressive jeep parked on the side of the road. The rear door was opened, and the man stuffed the little boy in directly, and then the jeep sped away.

Passersby who were left with dust on their faces, "Oh my god, who is that guy? He's so arrogant. The license plate of that car is so awesome. He can drive freely in T City."

The kids who were fighting were also shocked, "Wow, that's Zhou Sireng's dad. He's so tall, so powerful, and so handsome. It turns out that what Zhou Sireng said was true..." The kids looked at their dads with disdain.

The dads quickly kicked their sons, "Look at the trouble you caused me. You almost got yourself into trouble. Look at the license plate. That man is at least a division commander. Stay away from Zhou Sireng when you see him in the future!"

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In the jeep.

Zhou Yao glanced at the kid in the back seat through the rearview mirror. Zhou Sireng was crying very sadly. He was holding the big schoolbag tightly in his arms like a stray cat.

"Zhou Sireng, are you ashamed? I hit you twice and you cried like that!"

Zhou Sireng took a tissue and wiped his tears and snot by himself, "I'm not ashamed, it's you who is ashamed! They said you adopted a mistress outside!"

Zhou Yao's eyes were sharp and he scolded, "Do you know what adopting a mistress means?"

"Oh, that's right, you didn't adopt a mistress. My mommy died a long time ago. You are free to remarry if you want!" Zhou Sireng glared at Zhou Yao stubbornly.

Zhou Yao's eyes quickly turned red, and his two big hands on the steering wheel tightened instantly. Four years have passed, and he still can't hear such words. This will make him feel the pain of thousands of arrows piercing his heart instantly.

Zhou Sireng sobbed, he felt that his life was so miserable, "Grandma always said that you were... busy, so busy that you didn't even come to my first day of kindergarten. In fact, what were you busy with? You were... busy picking up girls. You don't... care about me at all, you don't... love me at all, you just know... to beat me, I must not be your biological child, you... bully me because I don't have a mommy, if only my mommy was here, she must be the... most gentle and best mommy in the world, she would... protect me..."