Su Qiao looked at danger and waved his hand, and slapped him twice again very simply.
The crisp and sharp energy is very refreshing to see.
"Who told you to hang up on me?"
Su Qiao raised his chin and stared at him with anger on his face.
Wen Congyuan couldn't believe that he was actually beaten, and by a woman he usually held in his palm.
He threw away the glasses in his hand, opened them and rolled up his sleeves; "How dare you hit me, you are so fucking crazy, aren't you!"
Su Qiao didn't bother to talk nonsense to him anymore, so he rushed over and kicked him hard in the abdomen.
Then he directly pressed the man to the ground with his knees, and started a series of crazy punches and kicks.
"I asked you to hang up on me... I asked you to scold me... I asked you to hang up on me... I asked you to scold me..."
Su Qiao scolded and hit at the same time, and he also hit the most painful areas.
Wen Congyuan was stunned.
He also wanted to resist, but every time he tried to get up from the ground or turn over, the legs on his back would force him back to the ground.
"Ah... you are crazy... you are crazy, how can you hit someone?"
The old lady screamed and rushed over to pull Su Qiao like crazy.
"Damn old woman, open the car for me!"
Su Qiao pushed her directly to the sofa next to her.
"I just want to beat him to death. I just want to beat him to death. Who asked him to hang up on me? Who asked him to scold me?"
"You bastard, you hung up on me, you lied to me, you lied to my feelings, you lied to me for so long, I'll beat you to death! I'll beat you to death!"
"Why lie to me? Why lie to me? Why... why... why..."
Su Qiao's small fist hit Wen Congyuan's shoulder, back, and waist like a hammer, causing his face to twist in pain and break out in a cold sweat.
"It hurts... it hurts... it hurts... it hurts me to death... it hurts me to death..."
"Cong Yuan! Cong Yuan!"
The old lady looked at her son, whose face turned pale with pain, and hurriedly got up from the sofa and rushed over again.
"Mom, pull her away quickly, pull away from this crazy woman, it hurts me to death."
Wen Congyuan Even when he was a child, he had never been in such pain when his father beat him. At this time, he was already covered in cold sweat.
"Xiao Qiao, stop hitting him, stop hitting him, something will happen if you hit him again, you can't hit him like this!"
The old lady rushed several times, but failed to hold Su Qiao. In the end, she could only kneel at her feet, hugged her thigh, and burst into tears.
"If something goes wrong, something will happen. It's best to be beaten to death. Who asked him to deceive me? Who asked him to deceive my feelings?"
Su Qiao had a face full of anger and hatred, and continued to slap Wen Congyuan on the back of the head with his palm.
Yesterday, there was a big swelling on the back of her head, which caused pain for a long time. She wanted to take revenge last night.
"Xiao Qiao!"
"Mom, please, don't hit me. If you hit me again, it will really break it!"
Seeing that she still didn't stop, but her son was like a salted fish, lying on the ground and being beaten, the old lady was really anxious, with mucus flowing from her eyes and nose.
"Hmph, if it can be destroyed in one go, why am I not dead yet? Why aren't you, an old woman, dead?"
Su Qiao took a breath, released his legs from the man's back, and stood up straight.
He clapped his hands and sat down on the sofa next to him. He stared at the old lady with a nose that was not a nose and eyes that were not eyes. "Go and get me a glass of water. I'm tired from beating her."
"Okay, okay, Mom is going to pour you some water. Mom is going to pour you some water now. Stop hitting him, okay?"
The old lady quickly got up from the ground, wiped her tears carelessly and ran to the kitchen.