It's a little hard to wear this wish quickly

Chapter 190 Drunk People Don't Know 12
Ma Dayong has a lot of old alcoholics for many years. He kept persuading him to drink, one after another, but I don't know if Zhang Wanhua is immune to sweet words or something is wrong in his heart. After drinking several cups, he waved his hands and refused to continue. , no matter what he said, he wouldn't give him any face.

how?

You have only given you three points of color, and you have opened a dyeing workshop, are you holding it?
He no longer persuaded.

A person drank a dull wine.

Zhang Wanhua's hands trembled a little, after thinking about it, she gritted her teeth and poured herself a glass, and said weakly, "Honey, I, I'll drink one last glass, I really can't drink any more."

Get a flirty look from the other party and a sentence of "you are free".

Her: It's so miserable, so I'm really angry.

Put the glass to your mouth and sip little by little.

Today is really... hiss!

The corner of the mouth touched the wine, and there was a pain.

If the man is unhappy, she will have to be beaten, and the daughter next to her is also upset. I feel that tonight is particularly difficult.

Zhang Wanhua's heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly had an idea.

She put down the cup, and said to Ma Dayong flatteringly: "The food is cold, I'll go and heat it up."

"Ah."

Ma Dayong responded dispensably.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he caught sight of the little girl across the street who was grilling rice, and a burning passion rose from the bottom of his heart. He stretched out his feet and poked forward.

Pei Yuhuan only felt that the back of her foot was stepped on.

She also wears cotton slippers.

As soon as he raised his head, he met a very greasy and disgusting face, mainly because of that smile and that expression, which made people want to vomit.

Does this person have no scruples?
Ma Dayong also drank a little too much, as the saying goes, drinking makes you brave, the green and jerky little girl in front of you is like a flower, making his heart itch.

Can't help but can't help it!

In the next second, a sharp pain came from the knee.

"..." His alluring thoughts disappeared, and he stared at Pei Yuhuan, "What are you doing, girl?!"

The other party narrowed his eyes slightly, grinned at the corners of his mouth, and showed a malicious smile, "What are you doing? Of course I kicked you to death, you bastard --- you're so stupid, stinking trash!"

Ma Dayong was really stunned.

Damn girl scolding him?
!

Standing up abruptly from his seat, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like a beast that wanted to eat people, "Damn girl! Do you really want to die!"

Pei Yuhuan sneered twice.

"I definitely don't want to die, but I don't know if my mother wants to die."

Ma Dayong's eyes were cold.

In his heart, Zhang Wanhua was a woman whom he saw. He could hit him whenever he wanted, but he couldn't go away anyway. At most, he would say a few soft words after he sobered up.

And cheap daughter, oh, what a fart!
He never took it seriously.

Now this girl who is attached to him dares to talk to him like that.

Just like slaves wanting to rebel.

How to do it!
A slave for a day, a slave for life!

Want to turn over, dream!

If he doesn't break her rebellion today, he won't be Ma Dayong!

But before he could make a move, the girl across from him grinned, grabbed the bowl in hand and threw it at him.

Ma Dayong: "?"

? ! ! !
What the hell!

The body tilted subconsciously, narrowly dodging.

Before he could react, a plate containing hot vegetables hit him directly on the neck, and immediately the vegetables, oil, and soup were all over his body and flowed down his clothes.

Embarrassed.

"See—people! You're courting death!"

he growled.

But what greeted him was an overturned dining table.

Zhang Wanhua, who was still cooking in the kitchen and planning to get the man drunk, heard the loud commotion outside, and hurried out without even putting down the spatula.

Immediately stunned.

The table turned.

The dishes and chopsticks were scattered all over the floor.

The man was covered with soup leaves, like an angry lion, staring at Ning Cunxin with red eyes.

The latter chuckled.

Pointing at him, "Fool! Big fool!"

He laughed very happily, and even cursed ugly.

Trembling with courage, Ma Da kicked away the plate next to him, rolled up his sleeves as he walked, "You are a fool, labor and management will beat you as a fool today!"

Zhang Wanhua's pupils shrank.

Busy to push her daughter, "What are you still doing in a daze, run to the room and hide!"

But Pei Yuhuan snatched the spatula from his hand.

Room?

The locks are all broken, so why run in, playing catch-and-play?
Pushing Zhang Wanhua back a few steps, she bounced and ran to the side, making faces at Ma Dayong while running, "Shabi! Dasha!"

"A man in his decades needs a woman to support him, waste! A white-faced man who eats soft food!"

"A little bit..."

Ma Dayong's forehead was bulging with blue veins.

Walking over aggressively, he clenched his fists.

Seeing him like this, Zhang Wanhua didn't dare to do anything, she just said with a trembling voice, "Old man, you, don't be angry, you damn girl, maybe you are drunk, when she wakes up tomorrow, I will definitely deal with her." ..." Seizing the opportunity to catch the crazy Pei Yuhuan again, "Apologize to your father soon!"

"My dad?" The girl turned her head to look at her, frowning, "Mom, are you stupid? My dad is Ning Jianming from Qingtian Village. He is an honest and good man who loves his wife and daughter. He doesn't drink alcohol or even smoke. How could it be the scum in front of you who, besides playing cards, drinks alcohol and beats his wife?"

"Besides, he looks like a grandson. How could he be my father?"

"If you lack a man, you can't dig through the garbage dump!"

Zhang Wanhua's heart was beating wildly, and she scolded, "What are you talking about, kid, why don't you apologize to your father quickly, hurry up!"

"I don't, if I apologize to scum, wouldn't I be worse than scum." As she spoke, she struggled to free her hand, raised the spatula in her hand and swung it at Ma Dayong's face.

But was caught by the opponent.

He grinned grimly: "I don't deserve to be your father, right? That's fine, Laozi is not your father. From today on, Laozi is not your father!"

A big hand like a cattail fan greeted Pei Yuhuan's face fiercely.

Pei Yuhuan couldn't dodge in time, Zhang Wanhua still held one hand, only heard a slap, her right cheek swelled up quickly, and a rusty taste filled her mouth.

is blood.

Zhang Wanhua didn't take it seriously at all, and kept asking her to apologize.

Pei Yuhuan: Let me give you a hammer!
He kicked her hard on the leg, and at the moment Zhang Wanhua let go of his hand, he pushed her hard towards Ma Dayong, grabbed the chair again, and threw it towards the two of them.

Just mess around.

It doesn't matter if the innocent are hurt or not.

Wood is innocent.

The two of them suffered leg pains from being hit by the suddenly thrown chair, especially Zhang Wanhua, who just stood in front of Ma Dayong, and endured most of the force.

Ma Dayong was so stimulated by the pain that he slapped his backhand.

"See--people! Go away!"

What the hell are you going to do besides being a disservice!
Don't stand in the way of labor and capital!

Zhang Wanhua's already bruised face was bled directly from the blow.

Pei Yuhuan screamed, "Ahh! You hit my mother! I'll fight you!"

Charge like a calf.

The slogan was reckless, but in fact, the operation of the hands was unambiguous at all. There was nothing else in the room, only a lot of wine bottles.

The Zhou family next door, the downstairs and upstairs neighbors: ...

It's annoying.

There is a small beating every three days, and a big beating every two days. Can you stop it and keep people from sleeping?

(End of this chapter)