While talking, Su Qiao looked at Wen Congyuan eagerly, and then looked at the old lady.
It's as if I'm wondering if I should pick someone to beat up and let off steam.
Wen Congyuan's brows furrowed even more tightly, but did not retreat.
But the old lady was so frightened that she quickly said, "Little...Xiao Qiao, hitting people... beating people is wrong."
Su Qiao stared at her confidently. "What's wrong? Doesn't he hit me all the time?"
"Didn't you also say that as long as you let him vent, it will be fine?"
"I just want to vent now. Look, aren't I fine now?"
Su Qiao The more I talk about it, the more I think this is the case.
At least that's how it looks on the face.
Haha, evil people sometimes have to be tortured by evil people.
When it comes to domestic violence and perverted people like Wen Family, you have to be more violent and behave more perverted than them.
"Huh? It's already six o'clock. It's time to eat. I'm going to cook."
As if he had really vented his anger, felt relieved and returned to normal, Su Qiao glanced at the European clock on the wall, then stood up and walked toward the kitchen with a calm expression.
"No, no, no, I'll come, I'll come, you rest, you rest."
How dare the old lady let her into the kitchen?
What if she comes out with a knife and stabs people randomly?
Su Qiao looked at her with a gentle face. "I'll do it! You are so old, how can I let you come?"
"Besides, wasn't it me who did it before? I'm used to it."
"Xiao Qiao, that..." The old lady blocked the kitchen door and didn't know what excuse to make.
Su Qiao frowned fiercely. "Do you think the food I cook is not delicious?"
As she said that, she turned to look at Wen Congyuan, who was staring at her with a thoughtful look on her face, and said a little fiercely Underground Passage: "Or do you not want to eat the food I cook?"
The old lady was afraid that she would target her son again, so she quickly stood between the two of them.
"No, no, no, how could we not like to eat your cooking? Your cooking is so good, we... we are just afraid that you will be tired, so we want you to take a rest."
"Yes, Xiao Qiao, you haven't taken a nap today, go and catch up on your sleep now!
If a woman doesn't get enough rest, she will age easily. You see, your skin today will not be as hydrated as yesterday. "
When she talked about Su Qiao's skin, the old lady glanced at the corners of her mouth and the bruises around her eyes that couldn't be covered with foundation, and suddenly felt a little worried.
If she sees her in the mirror and is in a bad mood, will she come out like a madman and hit people again?
"My skin is bad?"
Su Qiao touched his face suspiciously.
"Is it because I didn't sleep well last night?"
As if persuaded by the old lady, Su Qiao walked to his room.
When he walked to the door, he seemed to remember something and turned back fiercely.
"Remember to call me to eat later. If you don't call me and you two eat alone, you will be dead!"
"Okay, okay, I will definitely call you."
The old lady nodded quickly, just wanting to drive this Plague God back to her room quickly.
Su Qiao snorted coldly. After entering the house, he closed the door with a bang.
[It feels so good! Seeing how cowardly the old lady is, I guess she won't be happy in the future.]
This old lady is also a psychopath.
In the past, when her son was playing Su Qiao, she persuaded her and felt very relaxed at the same time.
When she was domestically abused by her husband, she probably felt very unwilling to do so.
There are so many women in the world, why is she the only one so unlucky?