Scott Smith was very happy after having breakfast. He had readily accepted the job of a professional nanny, mainly because the child's mother looked one in a million. But he didn't expect the child to be so supportive and strongly asked them to hug right away.

By the way, the moment he hugged Alice Jones just now, it was like hugging a fairy. The faint and subtle fragrance on her body and the two tall and soft touches on her chest were really refreshing. Even while eating breakfast, Scott Smith was still consciously or unconsciously recalling the scene just now.

After breakfast, Alice Jones took little Sam Jones upstairs to wash and dress. Scott Smith went outside the villa to smoke alone. The morning sun had risen high, shining warmly on his body. The villa area was very quiet, and from time to time one could hear the calls of seagulls or the chirping of birds.

Scott Smith's old Jetta was parked at the gate of the villa, next to it was a red coupe. He closed his eyes and recalled for a moment. He had indeed seen this car last night. He did not expect that this car was Alice Jones's, and the mother and son were sitting in the car at that time. Haha, it was really fate.

Each villa has its own garage, but many cars are still parked outside. First, it is convenient to park outside. Second, how many people who can afford to buy a villa on the beach in Middle Land City, where every inch of land is valuable, would have only one car? Two cars is not enough. There must be at least three or four.

Alice Jones brought Sam Jones out of the villa. Sam Jones was wearing a beautiful school uniform and carrying a blue cartoon schoolbag. Alice Jones had her hair tied up behind her head with an exquisite silver hairpin. She was wearing a blue dress, a pair of crystal high heels, and a layer of light makeup on her face. At first glance, she looked like a supermodel on the catwalk of an international fashion show.

Scott Smith put out his cigarette, grinned and praised: "My wife is so beautiful!"

Alice Jones rolled her eyes at him hatefully, ignored him, turned around and walked towards the garage next to her. Little Sam Jones ran to Scott Smith, took Scott Smith's hand and said with a serious smile: "How is it, Dad, I took good care of your wife in the past few years when you were away, right? From now on, I will hand your wife and I over to you. You must take good care of us and protect us, okay?"

Scott Smith was amused by little Sam Jones and said, "Okay, okay, if anyone dares to bully my wife and children in the future, I will beat him up so badly that even my grandma won't recognize him... Is that right, my dear son?"

Little Sam Jones nodded happily, "Okay, okay!"

Alice Jones drove the car out, and Scott Smith was almost shocked. He thought this rich lady could drive a luxury car, but it turned out to be just an ordinary family car worth more than 100,000dollar.

It seems that Scott Smith is not the only one who likes to keep a low profile.

“Sam Jones, get in the car.”

Alice Jones rolled down the window and called to little Sam Jones. Little Sam Jones held Scott Smith's hand and prepared to get in the car. As soon as he opened the door, he suddenly changed his mind. The little guy looked up and asked Scott Smith: "Dad, do you have a car?"

Scott Smith smiled and said, "Yes." He pointed to the broken Jetta next to him, "That's Dad's car."

Little Sam Jones immediately closed the car door and said to Alice Jones, "Mom, let's go take Dad's car." After that, regardless of whether Alice Jones agreed or not, the little guy ran towards the Jetta happily.

Alice Jones glared at Scott Smith angrily again and got out of the car reluctantly. Scott Smith spread his hands and smiled helplessly, indicating that he was innocent.

The family of three got into the Jetta. Little Sam Jones took the initiative to sit in the back seat. Alice Jones didn't want to be too close to Scott Smith, so she also sat in the back seat. Scott Smith started the car and drove out of the community.

When passing by the gate of the community, the new security guard stared at the back of the Jetta in confusion. After the Jetta drove away, the new security guard in his thirties muttered, "MD, this society is too crazy. Can people who drive Jetta afford to live in villas?"

This old Jetta really did not disappoint Scott Smith. It had more than enough power and smooth handling. It was more comfortable to drive than ordinary joint venture cars and domestic cars. About twenty minutes later, the car stopped in front of the kindergarten where Cubic went to school.

Cubic does not attend an aristocratic kindergarten, but a public kindergarten in the city center. Don't underestimate public kindergartens these days. The facilities of aristocratic kindergartens are certainly better than those of public kindergartens, but to attend an aristocratic kindergarten, you just need money. Having money does not necessarily make the difference for attending a public kindergarten.

The entrance to the kindergarten was full of cars. At first glance, the cheapest one was a joint venture car worth two or three hundred thousanddollar. Scott Smith's old Jetta was parked at the side and suddenly became the lowest class. But Scott Smith didn't care about this. Including all the car owners present, there were many who dared to say that their cars were better than his, but there was absolutely no one who dared to say that his wife was prettier than his wife. For a man, this was enough.

Scott Smith locked the car door, and Sam Jones held his and Alice Jones's hands, and walked towards the school with a happy look on his face. This scene immediately attracted countless critical glances, some of which were envious, jealous and hateful, while others sighed for Alice Jones - how could such a beautiful cabbage be taken away by a pig?

"Sam Jones, you little bastard, stop right there!"

When the family of three was about to walk into the school gate, a voice suddenly came from behind them. The voice belonged to a man in his thirties. He had a loud voice and sounded very angry and hostile.

Scott Smith frowned and turned around, and saw a burly man leading a little boy with a bruise on his face running towards him. The man had a big gold chain around his neck and looked like a bandit. After he came over, he slapped little Sam Jones without saying a word, and didn't take Scott Smith and Alice Jones seriously at all.

Alice Jones was anxious to protect her child. She took a step forward to shield the child behind her. Seeing the big slap from the man opposite her was about to come, Alice Jones closed her eyes nervously, and then she heard a snap...

The muscles on Alice Jones's face twitched, but she didn't feel any pain. She slowly opened her eyes, but saw Scott Smith's tall body blocking in front of her, completely separating her from the man.

Countless people gathered around to watch the fun, surrounding Scott Smith's family of three, the man and the little boy in the middle. After seeing this, the security guard at the school gate carefully identified the boundary and confirmed that the incident happened outside the school gate. Then he stayed in the security room obediently. It was no wonder that the security guard did nothing. Those who could come to the kindergarten in the city center all had a family with some background. If a security guard like him forced himself to get in, he would only be making trouble for himself.

The man's slap didn't hit Scott Smith, but Scott Smith grabbed his wrist in his hand. Scott Smith shook his wrist away and asked coldly, "Dude, why are you so angry so early in the morning?"

The man looked Scott Smith up and down, still angrily saying: "Fuck, who the hell are you!"

Scott Smith smiled faintly, suppressed his anger, and said, “I am Sam Jones’s father.”

"Sam Jones is your son?" The man pulled out the little boy behind him and said angrily, "Look how your son beat my son! If you don't give me an explanation today, I'll beat you up too!"

The little boy had multiple scratches on his face, all of which had formed blood scabs, and his left eye socket was black and blue. For a child, the injury was indeed serious.

After Alice Jones saw the wound on the boy's face, she immediately asked Sam Jones sternly: "Sam Jones, did you do this?"

Sam Jones lowered his head, nodded, pursed his lips, and tears welled up in his eyes. After all, he was only a five-year-old child. He was scared by the middle-aged man's angry rush over.

Alice Jones said sternly: "Didn't mom tell you not to fight in school? Apologize to your classmates now!"

Sam Jones lowered his head and kept silent, tears falling down. The middle-aged man opposite him got angry and shouted loudly: "You little bastard who has a life but no one to teach you, why don't you apologize to my son!"

Little Sam Jones was frightened like this and burst into tears. At the same time, Scott Smith also got angry. His expression turned cold, his eyes suddenly became cold, he raised his hand and pointed at the man's nose and whispered angrily: "If you dare to say another word, I will send you to the hospital immediately, you bastard!"

The man's arrogance suddenly died down, and the moment his eyes met Scott Smith's cold eyes, he shuddered involuntarily, as if he had seen a ferocious wolf in the desert.

The man swallowed his saliva and said nothing.

Scott Smith bent down, touched little Sam Jones's head and said, "Sam Jones, be a man and don't cry."

Little Sam Jones groaned, sobbed twice, and then tried hard to stop crying.

"Tell daddy why you fight."

"He...he said that I was a...wild child without a father." Little Sam Jones choked up.

Alice Jones felt a pang in her heart and her eyes suddenly became dry.

"good!"

Scott Smith suddenly laughed and said, "Good fight, son! But you have to remember in the future, we are men, we have to hit people with our fists, not with our fingertips, that's what women do."

When the middle-aged man heard what Scott Smith said, regardless of being shocked by Scott Smith's eyes just now, he immediately became furious and roared: "What the hell did you say, saying that your son is good at fighting? I have to teach you a lesson today..."

Bang!!!

With a crisp slap, Scott Smith turned around and slapped the middle-aged man at lightning speed. After the slap, the middle-aged man's roar stopped abruptly, and he fell to the side with a scream of "Ah".

Scott Smith squatted down again and said to little Sam Jones with a smile: "Sam Jones, remember what Dad told you this morning? If anyone dares to bully you and mom, Dad will beat him so hard that grandma won't even recognize him."

Little Sam Jones pursed his lips and nodded, tears sparkling in his eyes.

Scott Smith smiled again and said, "But dads can't hit children. Go beat up the kid who scolded you again. Remember to use your fists, not your nails. Do you understand?"

"Yeah." Little Sam Jones nodded.

"Sam Jones, don't listen to him!" Alice Jones stopped him. She didn't want her son to develop a bad habit of fighting.

Scott Smith raised his head, looked at Alice Jones with an unusually firm look, and said in an equally firm tone: “This is a matter between men, mother of the child, don’t worry about it, I’m teaching Sam Jones how to be a man!”

After that, regardless of Alice Jones's reaction, Scott Smith touched little Sam Jones's head and said with a smile: "Sam Jones, go beat him up!"

"Yeah!" Little Sam Jones nodded firmly, clenched his little fists and hit the little boy.

The middle-aged man stood firm, and seeing that his son was about to be beaten again, he was about to pounce on little Sam Jones, but was knocked down by Scott Smith with one punch, followed by a brutal beating.

The screams could be heard across several streets...