Su Qiao stared at the man lying on the ground in a mess, looking up and staring angrily at him, and suddenly changed his mind.
"I don't want you to go, I want him to go."
In the past, when this man came home, didn't he always like to let his original body pour water?
Sometimes when he was in a bad mood, he would throw water and cups at her.
Today, Su Qiao wants to change this treatment.
Wen Congyuan angrily pushed away the old lady who came to help him, and endured the strange pain and got up from the ground.
But he didn't go to the restaurant to pour water. Instead, he clenched his fists and stared at Su Qiao with a murderous look on his face.
Su Qiao snorted coldly, stood up from the sofa, and stared at him fiercely with his hands on his hips. "You still want to be beaten?"
As he said that, Su Qiao loosened his neck, shook his fist and was about to step forward.
Wen Congyuan Thinking of the heartbreaking pain just now, it was the first time that I felt fear.
He stared at the woman in front of him who felt extremely strange to him, gritted his teeth, and his voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth. "I... I'll go."
Su Qiao sneered ferociously, then raised his leg and kicked it. "Why don't you go quickly? Do you want me to die of thirst?"
Hum, this sentence sounds familiar, right?
This was the most common thing he said after entering the house.
[The host is mighty!!!]
444 cheered in space.
[That's what I'm going to do. In the past, when Wen Congyuan was in a bad mood when he came home, he would even let his original body kneel at the door to put on his shoes.]
[Pour him a glass of water. Either it's too hot, it's too cold, or it's too slow. You just want to give it all back to him!]
Wen Congyuan gritted his teeth and limped to the restaurant with a look of humiliation on his face to get her some water.
The old lady suppressed her annoyance and looked at Su Qiao on the sofa, holding a grape and throwing it into her mouth.
"Xiao Qiao, he... he is your husband, how could you do this to him? You..."
Su Qiao crossed Erlang's legs leisurely, eating grapes in his mouth, and glanced at her lukewarmly. "I don't want to either, but I can't control myself."
Wen Congyuan When I first started experiencing domestic violence, after the beating, what I often said was, "I don't want to, sometimes I can't control myself," isn't it?
Haha, I'm sorry, I can't control my hands now.
"Whenever I think that he has been deceiving me from the beginning, and that he has deceived me for so long, I feel an evil fire in my heart, and I want to hit someone."
Su Qiao became angrier as she spoke. She squeezed the grapes in her hand hard and with a pop, the juices splashed everywhere.
The old lady was frightened. "You..."
Su Qiao threw the grape skin directly at her. "And you, you lied to me with him, and you lied to me for so long, I am very angry and angry..."
The old lady looked at her crazy look and didn't dare to speak anymore.
Wen Congyuan saw the scene just now and frowned.
Is there really something wrong with my brain?
With a stiff face, he handed over the water glass in his hand. "Water."
The old lady was afraid that Su Qiao would do something again, so she quickly and carefully advised, "Xiao Qiao, you are thirsty, drink water quickly!"
He drank some water, hoping she would calm down a bit.
Who can bear it if he goes crazy like he did just now?
Su Qiao stretched out his hand to grab the cup, and without any grace at all, raised his head and drank it in one gulp.
"Phew!"
"I feel much better now."
Su Qiao threw the cup back to the man, patted his chest and sat down, chattering incessantly:
"No wonder he hits me when he's unhappy. It turns out that hitting someone is such a comfortable thing!"