Don't be too sweet

Chapter 402 No matter how it sounds, it is a curse ([-])
Chapter 402 No matter how it sounds, it is a curse ([-])
Today, Yang Jiu didn't follow, which made some people think that today is a good time to teach He Shanshan a lesson.

Zhang Maoshi, the middle-aged doctor's wife and Zhang Lang's mother, had long been watching by the side, watching, watching, waiting left and right, but when Yang Jiu didn't appear, she stood out from the corner.

Mrs. Zhang Mao looked at He Shanshan's stall, and had already decided how to destroy it. It would make He Shanshan feel distressed, and it was also a warning to He Shanshan!
Probably more than four years ago, He Shanshan had to borrow Yang Jiu's hand to fight Zhang Mao, so Zhang Mao thought that the current He Shanshan was not her opponent?

"You bastard, vixen, shameless, scumbag, ah bah... cousin..."

Mrs. Zhang Mao rushed to He Shanshan and the others' stall, and cursed at them.

Both He Shanshan and Jiang Tong'er were stunned by the scolding.

The first thought in He Shanshan's mind was: Could it be that a lunatic escaped from the lunatic asylum?
In Jiang Tong'er's eyes, he probably meant the same thing as He Shanshan.

Mrs. Zhang Mao scolded and started to smash things.

She first grabbed the handle of a pot, and planned to smash it down...

He Shanshan was holding the bamboo stick in her hand, she hesitated for a moment, and then stuck the bamboo stick into the back of Zhang Mao's hand.

"what--"

Zhang Mao felt the pain, put down the pot on the stall, and withdrew his hand, screaming "Aoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo up was the pain.

"How can you...you are too much...you..."

Gritting his teeth, Zhang Mao cursed: "Fox, seduce my son, and now dare to touch me, shameless, scumbag, bastard... Thousands of people ride thousands of people..."

"Snapped--"

Without raising her eyes, He Shanshan slapped the other person across the face with precision, and then she walked out from the back of the cart slowly.

"Hey, where did this mad dog come from? Who released it to bite people?" He Shanshan raised her head arrogantly, and looked at the person who came with contempt.

Zhang Maoshi was scolded as a mad dog, so he naturally quit, and stretched out his hand to grab He Shanshan, pressing him on the ground and beating him.

But this... also requires He Shanshan's cooperation.

He Shanshan raised her hand again...

"Snapped--"

She accurately slapped Zhang Maoshi's hand out to grab her clothes.

Zhang Maoshi was so painful that cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his eyes were full of salt water. He stared at He Shanshan: "I am the daughter-in-law of old doctor Zhang, and the mother of little doctor Zhang. If you dare to treat me like this, you will not be afraid that no one will show it to your family in the future." Are you sick?!"

Mrs. Zhang Mao obviously knew something, she said loudly: "I know, there is a sick child in your family, and we have to look after it!"

When He Shanshan thought of He Xiangqian's physical condition, she felt blocked.

Seeing He Shanshan like this, Zhang Mao raised her hand, intending to fight back. ——He Shanshan slapped her twice just now, but she returned ten slaps!
He Shanshan raised her hand again: "Pa—" she slapped Zhang Mao's hand off.

"How dare you block me!" Zhang Mao's eyes widened.

"Believe it or not, I'll go to the county seat and invite another doctor to come to our town," He Shanshan said with cold eyes.

In this matter, she was always threatened by Mrs. Zhang Mao and Mr. Zhang. No matter how gentle He Shanshan was, she couldn't stand it, and she would explode sooner or later.

"Just because you're a countryman? What a fool's dream!" Zhang Mao sneered.

"Now you'd better be beaten obediently, otherwise...you should worry about when your family will get sick, dead, and ghost!"

The "sick and dead ghost" in the back is a curse no matter how it sounds.

He Shanshan touched her waist, and took the whip she snatched from Du Meier a few days ago.

(End of this chapter)