Chapter 123 Children’s Paintings, I Am Your Aunt

Shen Qianshu, "..."

The nanny car first took Lin Xiaojuan and her management team back to Huihuang Entertainment, and then took the mother and son home.

Shen Qianshu took the children's drawings with him, said goodbye to the driver, pushed four large suitcases, and was about to go upstairs. Unexpectedly, he met six people downstairs, two women and four men, all young adults. One of them was a beautiful woman. When I was young, when I saw children's paintings, I jumped towards them excitedly.

"Tong Hua, my aunt finally found you, finally found you." She hugged the little Tong Hua and howled loudly, even like a wolf howling, the voice was sharp, the little Tong Hua seemed to be held by the most annoying weird aunt. Yes, the woman's voice was so loud that his ears hurt. Tong Hua couldn't open his eyes no matter what. When he got angry, he slapped her.

"Go away, can you hold me casually?"

The woman's cry was like the climax of a Peking opera, and it suddenly stopped. Unexpectedly, Tong Hua would suddenly hit him.

Ever since childhood, Tong Hua has never cried and asked for help.

Even though Shen Qianshu was by his side, he didn't even say let me go or mommy save me. He just started masturbating by himself. His image in front of the media was all pretending. He was a little violent maniac.

Shen Qianshu was frightened just now. He was confused by the name "Auntie". When he reacted, he hurriedly pulled the child's painting. The woman was beaten. The man beside him pointed at the child's painting. "Are you educated enough to beat your elders?"

"Who do you consider to be my elder? People who are older than me in the Republic of China are my elders. Can I be filial to them?" The child retorted sharply, looking at this group of people very unhappy. It seemed that they were coming with bad intentions.

Suddenly I miss my big brothers in black.

Shen Qianshu pulled the children's painting over, his face cold, "Who are you?"

"They are his relatives, and they came to take him home today." A man said loudly, pointing to the crying woman, "This is her aunt, my dear aunt."

The woman stood up and looked at Shen Qianshu, very jealous. If she had raised Tong Hua back then, she would be the woman living in a mansion today and wearing beautiful clothes, not the beautiful woman in front of her. She endured it and wiped her tears.

"Miss Shen, I'm sorry to make you laugh. We met once before. My name is Yang Xiaohua, and I am Yang Lihua's biological sister."

Shen Qianshu looked at the woman in front of him and almost didn't recognize her.

Tong Hua's mother, Yang Lihua, left her alone before she died, while Yang Xiaohua was in the hospital.

That year, Yang Xiaohua was eighteen years old and had just grown up. She was two years younger than Shen Qianshu and was still a pretty college student. A few years later, she was almost unrecognizable and had changed a lot. She was pretty, but she looked even more beautiful than her. How old are you?

"Oh, hello." Shen Qianshu frowned and tightened his hold on Tong Hua, "Tong Hua, this is indeed your aunt."

The woman looked at Tong Hua expectantly, but Tong Hua rolled his eyes and didn't call anyone.

The man on the side said, "Are you polite? At such a young age..."

"It's not your turn to teach my son a lesson!" Shen Qianshu said sternly, his eyes so sharp that the man shut up, but he was not convinced. They brought four men here, and they were not afraid of Shen Qianshu at all.

"Don't think I don't know who your son is. Your son has died long ago. He is Sister Lihua's son. It's shameless."

These words stabbed a bloody knife in Shen Qianshu's heart.

Tong Hua was full of rage, "I am Shen Qianshu's son. My surname is Shen. I only recognize Shen Qianshu as a relative in this world. You can go wherever you come from."

"Tong Hua, my aunt misses you so much, don't be like this..."