Early October

Mo Yangyang, the fake daughter was kicked out of the family when the real daughter of the family returned. The real daughter demanded a good reputation, thus Mo Yangyang had to set her off by being the bad girl. She couldn't stand it any longer when she realized she was terminally ill. Even cannon fodder deserved to die with dignity. To leave no regrets behind, Mo Yangyang made a move on the man whom she was secretly in love for ten years, but she ended up being entangled with the man's uncle, the fifth son of the Xie Family whom every woman in Xiacheng was willing to squeeze their heads through a crowd just to meet in person, the man with the name Xie Xize.
Mo Yangyang, "Don't worry, I'm almost dead anyway.
Three months later...
Mo Yangyang, "Why am I still alive? And why is there another life in my stomach too? Wouldn't Fifth Elder Xie murder me once he found out about it?"
So she ran...
Five years later, the little kid dragged his trembling mother to Xie Xize and said, "Take good care of your woman, don't make me have to worry about her always." Fifth Elder Xie, "How are you going to pay me back for kidnapping my son for so many years?" Mo Yangyang shuddered, "I can give you another child...do you want it?"
The little kid, "I have a chance to start over again. I must take precautions earlier. With my father around, I won't have to worry that mom would be killed like cannon fodder again. It's time to teach those scum a lesson!"

The Cannon Fodder and Her Mr. Right

    The vicious kidnapper's heart trembled. This child was really too extraordinary.


  It always shocked him. How old was he? A four-year-old child seemed to have already experienced thousands of sails and was indifferent to life and death.


  He accepted death so calmly as if what he was about to experience was not death, but a simple and ordinary thing.


  You said that he was naive, but he knew everything. He knew that he was about to die and knew how to think for his mother.


  He suddenly understood why his employer had repeatedly stressed that he could not treat him as a child.


  His eyes were so clear that there were no impurities in them."Good!"


  The Spicy Strip sighed. " Thank you, Uncle. That's enough. Let's do it! "


  He calmly asked the kidnapper to make a move, but it made the kidnapper, who was holding the knife, hesitate for a moment.


Break the Tendons in His Limbs and Limbs, Let Him Die in Pain