When he put his bag and cell phone on the ground and was about to speak, the drunk man grabbed his arm and said viciously: "Little bastard, I'll tell you to cook, are you deaf?"

Zhao Yuanjing's eyes swept over his hands, his eyes cold.

The woman was so scared that she trembled all over, but she didn't dare to come over to stop her. She said weakly: "Xiao Jing, don't make your dad angry, go and make rice. There are leftover rice in the pot and two eggs in the refrigerator. Just make fried rice."

Zhao Yuanjing ignored it and said coldly: "I will only give you one chance, let go of your hand."

His eyes completely angered the drunk man: "Little bastard, your wings are hard, right? What kind of eyes are you looking at? You need to beat the dog!"

He raised his hand and shouted at Zhao Yuanjing's head.

Zhao Yuanjing flipped it casually and easily threw him to the ground.

The drunk man was on the ground behind his back, and his eyes turned black and he didn't stand up for a long time.

Zhao Yuanjing stepped on his face and said coldly: "Remember, I am not Zhao Xiaojing. He is dead, this is his thing."

After saying this, he turned around and left.

The woman hurriedly caught up with her: "Xiao Jing, Xiao Jing, don't leave!"

Just after leaving the house, I ran into a fat woman.

The woman was holding a bag in her hand. Seeing Zhao Yuanjing's appearance, she hurriedly protected him behind her and said angrily: "Wan Mei, are you hitting Xiao Jing again? Are you going to force your son to death before you are satisfied?"

Wan Mei changed into a smile: "It's his aunt, it's so late, why are you here?"

"I came back after working overtime. I was worried about Xiao Jing, so I came over to see him. Sure enough, you were beating him again!" The fat woman glanced at the drunk man lying on the ground in the room and said in disgust, "Xiao Jing followed you and lived this kind of life. Are you worthy of my brother?"

Wan Mei turned cold and said, "Your brother left us and left, and he still mentioned what he did."

"Where is your conscience? My brother left because of something for you? Wanmei, your conscience was eaten by the dog!" The fat woman was furious, "Xiao Jing, let's go and go home with my aunt."

Wan Mei sneered: "Can you afford to support him? How much money does your family owe? The house has been mortgaged, right? I am so poor that I can't afford to eat, and I still have to support Xiao Jing. You are so handsome that you have to say."

"It has nothing to do with you! Even if I die of poverty, I am better than shameless than you. If you want to get married, no one will care about you. But the man you marry is angry with Xiao Jing all day long. That won't work!"

At this time, the drunk man in the room recovered, got up, picked up a chair and rushed over, scolding angrily: "I'll beat you little beast to death!"

Amid Wan Mei's screams, the fat woman's face was covered in blood.

Seeing the blood, the drunk man woke up, muttered something, turned around and left.

The fat woman covered her head and squatted to the ground.

Wan Mei looked at her, hesitating a little.

"You won't close the door yet! Don't let that little beast come in! Otherwise I will beat you, the bitch, to death!"

The man's scolding came from the room.

Wanmei closed the door.

Before closing the door, perhaps because of conscience, she took out Zhao Xiaojing's bag and cell phone, put it on the ground, and whispered: "Xiaojing, I will transfer you 100 yuan later. You can find a hotel to stay for one night."

Not long after the door was closed, there were beatings and scoldings, as well as women's crying and begging for mercy.

Zhao Yuanjing frowned and looked at him,

"Are you okay? I'll send you to find a doctor." This fat woman is Zhao Xiaojing's aunt. After all, she was beaten by a drunkard to protect him.
Chapter completed!