As he spoke, Su Qiao looked at Wen Congyuan eagerly, and then looked at the old lady.
As if thinking, should I pick another person to beat up and vent my anger
Wen Congyuan frowned even more tightly, but did not retreat.
The old lady was frightened and said quickly: "Xiao... Xiao Qiao, hitting people... hitting people is wrong."
Su Qiao stared at her with a righteous look on his face: "What's wrong? Doesn't he beat me often?"
"Didn't you also say that it would be fine as long as he let out some anger?"
"I'm just venting now. Look, I'm fine now, right?"
The more Su Qiao talked, the more he felt that this was the case.
At least that's what his face showed.
Haha, sometimes evil people have to be punished by evil people.
When faced with something like domestic violence, or a perverted family like the Wen family, you have to be more violent and behave more perverted than them.
"Eh? It's already six o'clock. It's time to eat. I'll go cook."
As if he had really let off some steam and felt relieved and back to normal, Su Qiao glanced at the European clock on the wall, then stood up and walked towards the kitchen with a calm face.
"No, no, no, I'll do it, I'll do it, you take a rest, you take a rest."
How dare the old lady let her into the kitchen
What if she takes out a knife and starts hacking people
Su Qiao looked at her gently and said, "Let me do it! You are so old, how can I let you do it?"
"Besides, wasn't it me who did it before? I'm used to it."
"Xiao Qiao, that..." The old lady blocked the kitchen door, not knowing what excuse to make.
Su Qiao frowned and said, "Are you dissatisfied with the food I cooked?"
As she said that, she turned her head and looked at Wen Congyuan who was staring at her with a thoughtful look on his face, and asked fiercely: "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 the food you cooked? Your cooking skills are so good, we… We are just worried that you are tired, so we want you to rest for a while.”
"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 quickly. Look, your skin today is not as hydrated as it was yesterday.”
When talking about Su Qiao's skin, the old lady glanced at the corners of her mouth and the bruises around her eyes that could not be covered up even with foundation, and suddenly she became a little worried.
If she sees it in the mirror later and feels bad, will she come out and hit people like a madman
“My skin is bad?”
Su Qiao touched his face suspiciously.
"Is it because you didn't sleep well last night?"
As if persuaded by the old lady, Su Qiao walked towards his room.
When he reached the door, he seemed to remember something and turned back fiercely.
"Remember to call me for dinner later. If you don't call me, and you two eat alone, you're dead!"
"Okay, okay, I'll definitely call you."
The old lady nodded quickly, just wanting to drive this plague god back to her room as soon as possible.
Su Qiao snorted coldly, entered the room, and slammed the door shut.
It feels so good! Looking at the old lady's cowardly look, I guess she will never be happy again.
This old lady is also a psychopath.
In the past, when her son beat Su Qiao, she tried to persuade him but also felt very happy.
When she was abused by her husband in the past, she must have been very unwilling to accept it.
There are so many women in this world, why is she the only one so unlucky