Jiang Jinghao sat down opposite Su Qiao angrily and stared at her angrily: "Don't tell me that your injury today was caused by a fall."
"Tell me the address. If I don't beat him to a pulp this time, I'll be sorry for you calling me 'brother' since we were little!"
Jiang Jinghao clenched his fists, the muscles on his arms bulged, and as he spoke, he stood up.
Su Qiao opened the two small plastic boxes on the stone table, picked up a fried chicken leg without any hesitation and started eating, and advised calmly: "Don't go, it's useless to go."
"Why is it useless? He is just a white-collar worker. Can he be so omnipotent?"
Jiang Jinghao looked at her nonchalant look and felt really disappointed with her.
Even in such a state, how can you still be so carefree? How can you still eat so deliciously
He finally understood what that meant.
The emperor is not anxious, but the eunuchs are dying of anxiety!
Jiang Jinghao couldn't help it anymore and grabbed her wrist which was chewing the chicken leg.
When he found that she also had an injury on her wrist, he quickly let go.
"Baoer, you can't go on like this. If you continue like this, you will be beaten to death."
Jiang Jinghao sat down again anxiously: "Are you afraid that after the divorce, he will ask you for the 150,000 yuan?"
Xiaojun said that when they got married, that bastard took out 150,000 yuan to treat Uncle Su's illness.
Apart from this, he couldn't figure out why Baoer would still refuse to leave that man even after being beaten like this.
"Don't worry, I'll get the money for you!"
"I'll steal or rob to get the money together."
She must never be allowed to live like this again.
He had 60,000 yuan in his card, and he needed 90,000 yuan left, so he went to borrow money from someone.
When all else failed, he turned to loan sharks.
If he has to watch her live like this every day, is he still a man
Su Qiao picked up a bottle of milk tea and took a sip: "You want to go to jail?"
"I'm not afraid of going to jail. I'll only be in jail for two or three years at most. Anyway, I have no one at home and no one will take care of me."
Jiang Jinghao was not afraid at all.
Su Qiao was a little surprised.
Unexpectedly, he would be willing to do this for a childhood playmate, the girl next door.
There was no romantic affection between the two of them other than the friendship of growing up together.
Moreover, we haven't been together for more than four years and have rarely contacted each other.
Su Qiao stuffed a piece of fried chicken into his mouth: "Why is there no one here? Isn't there me?"
Now that she's here, can she still leave him alone
Su Qiao drooped his shoulders, his face full of dejection and sadness. "What should I do if you go to jail?"
"I'm alone here without any relatives. If you go in, I don't know how I'll be bullied!"
Looking at the bruises on the corners of her eyes and mouth, and her frail appearance, Jiang Jinghao felt really distressed.
"Baoer, why don't we call the police!"
That man must have beaten her more than three times. He must have done it to her often, and the neighbors must have known about it.
Su Qiao shook her head. "It's useless to call the police for domestic violence. The most they can do is mediate, or they will be educated for a few days and then released."
Most importantly, this is not just a simple case of domestic violence.
Wen Congyuan is not a simple domestic violence man, but a psychopath with a very high IQ.
If anyone falls into his hands, he will not let them go unless they die.
Jiang Jinghao frowned and said, "Then let me borrow money and we will pay him back."
If he borrowed money from a loan shark, at most he would be beaten a few more times, but they wouldn't dare to take his life anyway.