Became a vicious male mother

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By the time dinner was finished, the people who had gone out to play had already returned.

Li Hetai was as clean as ever.

The child following beside him had a face covered in dust.

Neither of them were in high spirits, and the photographer didn't show up either.

After Gu Xinglan finished serving the dishes from the kitchen, her gaze darted back and forth between the two people.

"He Tai, where did you go?"

The person being questioned didn't even look at him; they simply turned their back and left.

There was a "bang" sound.

The bathroom door was slammed shut.

Only then did he notice the several gray footprints on Li Hetai's back.

"He Tai!" The child next to him followed closely, but was blocked outside by the door. Now, he was almost crying, and kept calling out someone's name, as if he would never stop.

"Xiao Dan".

Gu Xinglan walked over and asked suspiciously, "Are you two having a fight?"

Could it be that, for the sake of the show, Lai and Tai hit other children?

As soon as she finished speaking, Liang Xiaodan shook her head vigorously, revealing all the dust hidden in her hair, and retorted, "No!"

"It's...about my grandfather."

The sound of water running came from the bathroom.

Liang Xiaodan walked to the dining table, turning back every few steps, and took the cup of hot water that was handed to her.

"Can you tell me what happened now?"

Why are adults involved when a few kids go out to play?

Gu Xinglan squatted down, her lips slightly upturned, and looked up at the child.

Anyone who sees this expression will unconsciously relax.

The child sipped his water and said weakly, "I originally wanted to take He Tai to the convenience store to play marbles and eat, but He Tai wants to go see the scrap yard where my grandpa works."

The recycling stations are almost all run by a few elderly men from the urban villages.

But Li Hetai wanted to go about this, which he couldn't understand.

"How did he bring it up with you?"

"We were chatting... and then we ended up talking about that." The child's expression was contorted as he struggled to think, seemingly unsure why the conversation had turned to the junkyard: "We were talking about school, but then we started discussing going on an adventure to the junkyard."

Child, you've been tricked into saying this.

Gu Xinglan glanced slowly at the bathroom, then slowly turned to the gray marks on the child's body.

"Then where did you get these shoe prints on your body?"

The child shook his head: "It's like this since it came out of the junkyard."

"Don't be afraid. Is someone bullying you?" Thinking of those shameless old men, Gu Xinglan wrapped her hands around the child's hands, trying to transfer warmth to them.

After a long pause, the child said, "Actually, it happened a few months ago. Someone wanted to take over the recycling station and said they wanted to turn it into a fun place, but Grandpa refused. But it's been a very long time since then."

months ago?

At that time, he didn't even know about filming the show.

The scrap yard is located at the easternmost part of Wushui, and it is also the largest and most difficult area to renovate. If the investors hire someone to plan the area, they will naturally plan that area first.

"That you?"

"Then, just now, I saw that group of people again, and they started fighting."

At this point, the child suddenly teared up: "If it weren't for He Tai protecting me, I would have..."

I didn't see it with my own eyes; it was all based on the child's account.

Gu Xinglan sighed with regret.

Half an hour ago, he wanted to go to the scrap yard to talk to the old man who had lost his car, but he was held back by time.

We'll have to hear Li Hetai's account of what happened.

"Where's the uncle who's with you? The one carrying the black box."

"Him? He seems to have been inside the whole time; we haven't seen him since we came out."

"..."

A disappearance is a serious matter, and the production team is in dire need of manpower, with cameramen being an especially important resource.

"Uncle, can I go with He Tai?"

The sound of water in the bathroom came and went intermittently, eventually stopping.

The child in the chair, who had long been restless, quickly added, "There's still a fight going on at my house, I'm scared..."

"I have nowhere to sleep here." Gu Xinglan replied with some difficulty, her thoughts interrupted.

"It's okay, I can sleep outside. Just lay out a piece of cardboard for me." The child sat shyly on the sofa, looked at him pleadingly, and said in a soft voice, "Or, I can sleep on the sofa."

A loud bang interrupted the two people outside.

The bathroom door was almost smashed open, and pieces of plaster fell off the walls along with it.

"He Tai!"

The door opened and a shout rang out at the same time, and the next second, the child on the sofa rushed over.

I heard her soft voice saying, "Does your injury hurt?" "Thank you so much." "It hurts so much." "Let's play games together tonight."

It was as noisy as a machine gun firing in rapid succession.

The person who came out of the bathroom was steaming hot.

The air was filled with the scent of cheap shower gel. Li Hetai pulled his bathrobe tighter around his body, his brows furrowed, and a dark aura rose within him. He impatiently walked past a chattering man and looked into the distance.

But a person wearing an apron not far away was texting someone, holding their phone without even looking up.

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"Are you eating? He Tai, are you eating?"

He looked on expectantly, but the other person wouldn't even glance at him, let alone speak.

There was another "bang".

The bedroom door was tightly closed, and the sound of the lock being turned could be heard.

The door won't open.

No matter how much I called out, I got no response.

The thought of that jade-like face showing disgust towards the scrap yard at dusk, even the slight furrow of her brow, was extremely distressing.

He should have said he didn't know about the junkyard; he shouldn't have taken that person to such a dilapidated place.

"..." Liang Xiaodan looked at the closed door, then stared at the tips of her shoes, and suddenly her eyes welled up with tears.

Tears streamed down her face, falling onto the floor with a soft patter.

She cried for a long time, but no one came to comfort her.

He looked towards the living room with red eyes.

Gu Xinglan stared into deep thought as she looked at the message sent to her on the screen.

He wanted Meng Guanhe to postpone the acquisition.

But that area has already been planned as a cargo transportation and storage area.

Construction workers have already set up camp there; all that's left is to transport the scrap yard's contents out.

It is obviously unrealistic to purchase raw materials from Wushui to develop urban villages. Instead, cheap raw materials should be purchased from nearby cities and transported to Wushui. After the materials are transported, they need to be stored.

Therefore, the waste collection stations will be demolished first, and they will also be used to build transportation and storage facilities, which will be convenient to convert into logistics and transportation areas in the future.

but……

If we start demolition now, it will inevitably attract the attention of those old men.

It seemed predictable that a fight would break out with the construction workers.

But the owner of the scrap yard has already agreed, so what's the point if the employees don't agree?

He wanted Meng Guanhe to postpone the meeting because...

There was a double knock on the door.

Outside, a faint voice calling "Xiao Dan" could be heard.

In the eerily quiet room, a sense of unease permeated the air; the tightly closed wooden door seemed to be the entrance to unknown terrors.

Gu Xinglan looked towards the entrance hall and broke out in a cold sweat.

"It's my grandfather's voice..."

Before he could get up to stop him, the child had already run to open the door.

Immediately afterwards, a group of elderly men covered in injuries swarmed into the dark doorway, turning iron bars into short knives and cloth shoes into rubber boots.

The floor shook from the stomping of more than a dozen pairs of feet.

Under the dim light, every pair of eyes seemed to be stained with blood.