so.

No matter what grievances she suffered at home, Mrs. Zhang endured them.

She won't complain, let alone divorce.

To blame.

I can only blame her for her bad luck.

The only thing Zhang's mother is happy about now is that her daughter escaped from this sea of ​​suffering.

She can suffer, but her daughter cannot.

Every time she experiences domestic violence, Zhang's mother will think of Song Yiyan. As long as she thinks of Song Yiyan's smile, she is not afraid of anything.

"Is your life bad?" When Mrs. Song heard this, she frowned and said, "Your life is in your own hands. As long as you don't compromise, no one can make you compromise. If you don't dare to initiate divorce,

If so, I can support you!"

What Mrs. Song hates most in her life is women who beat men.

As a man.

You can be incompetent and incompetent, but if you have nothing and still hit women, then you are not worthy of being a human being.

Hearing this, Sister Li was very happy. She felt that Zhang's mother would be out of the sea of ​​suffering immediately, and immediately said: "Sister Zhang, did you hear what the old lady said? She can support you!"

Mrs. Song was a soldier when she was young, and she had a huge background.

When Zhang Ma heard these words, there was no joy on her face, "Thank you, old lady, for your kindness, but no need. I, I don't want a divorce..."

Mrs. Song was very puzzled.

Not only Mrs. Song, but also other people at the table were very confused.

A person who suffered from domestic violence, when someone offered to rescue her, she actually refused.

Is this an addiction to domestic violence?

"Why?"

Zhang Ma's eyes were slightly red, "My husband and I are from the same village. In our place, divorced women will be scolded. Not only will they be scolded, but the faces of their parents will also be disgraced.

So...I can't get a divorce. And I can't embarrass my family. Old lady, I know you have good intentions, but I really can't get a divorce."

Hearing this, Mrs. Song frowned slightly.

What age has it been and this kind of thing still exists?

"Then do you know that domestic violence is against the law?" Old Mrs. Song continued: "If you do everything right like this, it will only make your man more and more excessive. Even if you don't get divorced, you should learn to use legal means to protect him.

Own."

Zhang Ma shook her head, "Actually, my man didn't mean to hit me, he just drank too much. I have been married to him for so many years, and I know he is not a bad person, he just can't control himself. I, I can forgive

his."

After hearing this, Mrs. Song instantly felt no sympathy for Zhang Ma.

In the final analysis.

It was entirely her own fault that she got to where she is today.

Don't divorce, don't report to the police.

He also refuses help from others.

In other words, it was her bottomless tolerance that made her man beat and scold him unscrupulously.

"Then I'll say something bad, you deserve it." Mrs. Song said mercilessly.

He deserves to be beaten by a man.

After saying that, Mrs. Song picked up her chopsticks and said, "Let's continue eating."

Zheng Mei still felt a little uncomfortable, "Um, Zhang Ma, you, you really don't need help?"

She couldn't bear to see others suffer like this.

"It's really not necessary. I don't want to lose my man."

Even Sister Li couldn't stand listening to what she said.

"Sister Zhang, the old lady and my wife have promised to help you, what are you afraid of? Two-legged toads are hard to find, and two-legged men are not everywhere, so why do you need to do this to yourself?"

Sister Li even began to wonder if Zhang's mother had any masochistic tendencies.

Zhang Ma lowered her head, said nothing, and began to clean up the debris on the ground.

Song Yiyan glanced at Zhang's mother who was picking up the pieces without leaving a trace, and breathed a sigh of relief.

fine.

Fortunately, it didn't arouse the suspicion of the dead old woman.

Mrs. Song gave Song Hua a bowl of soup, "Come to Huahua to drink soup, let's not let these little things affect our mood."

"Thank you grandma."

The old man and the young man got along very harmoniously.

It seems that the others are a bit redundant.

Especially Song Yiyan.

Song Yiyan wished she could bite her silver teeth into pieces and was so angry that she vomited blood.

This damn old woman doesn't like her serious granddaughter, but she likes a wild girl with an unfair reputation.

It's so biased.

She finally saw that this old woman was prejudiced against her. No matter what she did, she would not approve of her.

Song Yiyan lowered her eyes, a somewhat sad look overflowing from her eyes.

This scene made Song Boyang feel very distressed.

After all, Song Yiyan was the sister he held in his hands.

He couldn't bear to see Song Yiyan suffer such injustice.

"Come Yiyan, eat this, it's delicious." Song Boyang picked up vegetables for Song Yiyan and put them in the bowl in front of her.

Song Yiyan looked at the food in the bowl and had no appetite at all.

Whenever she thinks that Song Hua might take away what belongs to her at any time, she feels extremely uncomfortable.

She hates Mrs. Song.

She hates Zheng Mei even more.

Zheng Mei is not worthy of being a mother at all.

Since you have decided to adopt her, you should love her as your own daughter. What does this mean now?

While Zheng Mei was talking about treating her as his biological daughter, he was anxiously looking for Song Yan.

what is this?

ridiculous!

Simply ridiculous.

Over the years, she has treated Song Xiuwei and Zheng Mei as filial parents. She studied hard just to gain their approval.

But what did Song Xiuwei and Zheng Mei do?

They never regarded themselves as their biological daughters from beginning to end.

His face is full of benevolence and morality, but he is hypocritical to the extreme.

nausea!

Song Boyang reached under the table and quietly took Song Yiyan's hand.

Song Yiyan looked back at Song Boyang in surprise.

Song Boyang smiled at her and whispered: "Don't worry, Yiyan, no matter what happens, you will always be my sister, my favorite sister."

He will always protect Song Yiyan.

"Thank you, brother."

"Silly girl." Song Boyang squeezed Song Yiyan's hand.

Song Boyuan, who was standing next to him, noticed the interaction between the two and frowned slightly.

It’s no wonder that Mrs. Song keeps keeping Song Boyang and Song Yiyan apart.

For two people who are already adults, if they are not related by blood, even if they are brothers and sisters, this should be done in moderation.

After meal.

Song Boyuan found Song Boyang.
To be continued...