The Mother of the Villain ✓

CHAPTER 67

After finishing the shooting, Alan said to Xia An very excitedly. He was obviously very satisfied with the photos he took.

However, Xia An was not interested in this, and she knew nothing about photography. So after shooting, she was very happy to go back to sleep.

However, when everyone stopped working and was about to go back, an accident happened.

"You rotten boy! Come back to me! You dare to hurt me and run away. I will kill you, you unscrupulous wolf!"

When Xia An and Alan finished packing and were preparing to return to the small village where they stayed, a scary shout was heard from the woods on the mountain.

The voice was full of anger, which sounded particularly deary in the quiet middle of the night.

"Wow, wow!"

There was a sound of someone running in the grass, and soon, Xia An and Alan saw a small body running out of it.

'Boom!'

'Ah—!'

The child's head was smashed by something, and then she heard a scream. The fast-running child rolled down from the small hillside.

Alan hurried over.

"Xia An, come and help me."

Hearing Alan's words, Xia An held her son's palm and walked towards the little boy.

They saw the little boy who fell from the hillside. His head was stained with red blood. His body was dirty and he looked really terrible.

"Fairy sister ... save, save me ..."

Xu Shi saw the beautiful Xia An, he felt like she was as unreal as a fairy.

Therefore even if Alan had arrived first, the little boy's eyes looked towards Xia An who wore a white cotton linen skirt, and asked her for help.

"You white-eyed wolf! Run! Dare to run! Won't go back without killing you!"

At this time, the man who had been chasing the boy appeared.

He had a big belly, a round waist and a cross-skinned face. He looked really horrible and ugly. At first glance, it could be seen that he was not a good person.

The boy who fell, even though he was dirty, he had a good face. Alan, a photographer who specializes in photographing people, could see it at a glance. His facial features were very delicate and beautiful.

As long as the blood and dirt on his face were washed away, he was definitely a very beautiful little boy.

The horrible man was trying to hit the child. Alan hurriedly stopped.

"Brother, is this your child?"

He asked because the child was different from the man in front of him. As long as someone was not blind, they could see that the two people would definitely not have a father-son relationship.

"Of course it's my child! What's wrong, if he isn't my child, is he your child?" The man glared angrily at Alan.

Although Alan knew in his mind that this man would definitely not be the child's father, the child was from this village.

However, even so, he could not bear to watch the child suffer and still wanted to do something.

"Even if he is your child. You can't hit him like this, what if his brain breaks ..."

Before Alan's words were finished, he saw the little boy lying on the ground looking pale, screamed, "I'm not his child! My house is not here! I was tricked here!"