Su Qiao looked dangerous, shook his hands, and slapped twice more decisively.
That crisp and efficient effort is very refreshing to watch.
"Who told you to hang up on me?"
Su Qiao raised her chin and stared at him angrily.
Wen Congyuan couldn't believe that he was beaten, and by a woman who was usually held in his hands.
He threw away his glasses and rolled up his sleeves. "How dare you hit me? Are you crazy?"
Su Qiao was too lazy to talk any more nonsense with him. He rushed over and kicked him hard in the abdomen.
Then he pinned the man to the ground with his knees and started punching and kicking him wildly.
“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 beat him at the same time, and he hit the most painful parts.
Wen Congyuan was stunned.
He wanted to resist, but every time he tried to get up from the ground or turn over, the legs on his back would suddenly push him back to the ground.
"Ah...you are crazy...you are crazy, how can you hit someone?"
The old lady screamed and rushed over like crazy to pull Su Qiao.
"Get out of my way, damn old woman!"
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 told him to hang up on me? Who told him to scold me?"
"You son of a bitch, you hung up on me, you lied to me, you lied to my feelings, you lied to me for so long, I'm going to beat you to death! I'm going to beat you to death!"
"Why did you lie to me? Why did you lie to me? Why...why...why..."
Su Qiao's small fists hit Wen Congyuan's shoulders, back and waist like a thallium scale, causing his face to twist in pain and cold sweat to form.
“It hurts… It hurts so much… It hurts so much… It hurts so much… It hurts so much…”
"Cong Yuan! Cong Yuan!"
The old lady looked at her son whose face had turned pale with pain, and hurriedly got up from the sofa and rushed over again.
"Mom, quickly pull her away, pull this crazy woman away, it hurts me so much."
Even when Wen Congyuan was a child and was beaten by his father, he had never felt such pain. At this moment, his forehead was covered in cold sweat.
"Xiao Qiao, stop hitting him, stop hitting him, something bad will happen if you continue, you can't hit him like this!"
The old lady rushed several times but failed to hold Su Qiao back. Finally, she could only kneel at her feet, hugged her thighs, and burst into tears.
"If something happens, it happens. It would be best if he was beaten to death. Who told him to lie to me? Who told him to cheat on my feelings?"
Su Qiao's face was filled with anger and hatred, and he continued to pat Wen Congyuan on the back of his head with his palm.
Yesterday, a big bump appeared on the back of her head and it hurt for a long time. She wanted to take revenge last night.
"Xiao Qiao!"
"Mom, please stop hitting me. If you keep hitting me, I'll really get hurt!"
Seeing that she didn't stop and her son was like a salted fish, he could only lie on the ground and take the beating, the old lady was really anxious, and snot was flowing out of her eyes and nose.
"Humph, if it can be destroyed in one shot, why am I not dead yet? Why aren't you dead, old woman?"
Su Qiao let out a breath, loosened her legs that were pressing on the man's back, and stood up straight.
He clapped his hands, sat down on the sofa beside him, and stared at the old lady angrily: "Go, pour me a glass of water, I'm tired."
"Okay, okay, mom will go get you some water. Mom will go get you some water right now. Please don't hit him anymore, okay?"
The old lady quickly got up from the ground, wiped her tears and ran to the kitchen.