Niwan was ashamed and angry, and said loudly, "I'm his wife!

The two women, hearing Niwan say this, couldn't help but flatten their mouths, and then they were about to turn around and go back to the bedroom to get dressed.

"Wait 1," Niwan's husband spoke.

He put his healthy arm on the shoulders of one of the women, held her in his arms, and then said with a big grin: "Do you still know that you are my wife? You don't come home for a week when you go to work?"

Niwan raised her voice angrily: "If it weren't for the fact that you drank and played with women every day, beat me every day to ask me for money, and forced me to work hard every day to earn money, how could I not come back for a week! Who wants to work so long?"

Her husband said unashamedly: "I am your husband, if you don't give me money to spend, who else will you spend? Tell you! The master of this house is me! Whoever I want to stay, I will stay! Whoever I want to leave, I have to go!"

Niwan took a deep breath, calmed her anger, and said, "Okay, I'll go." I'm going to divorce you, so I'll go through the formalities today. I saved money to buy this house, I will give it to you, everything in the house will be given to you, I don't want to leave the house cleanly, as long as you are willing to sign. ”

"Divorce? you want to divorce me?" Niwan's husband's face suddenly changed and became fierce, "Is it because of this man, or because of the man who beat me yesterday?" Would you rather spend money to raise a little white face than take the money you earn home to your husband?"

Niwan said angrily, "Do you think everyone is as shameless as you, and it has nothing to do with anyone else? It's all because I want to put up with your violence anymore." ”

"How bold you are, dare to talk to me like that!" said Niwan's husband, furious, and kicked Niwan hard.

Niwan couldn't help but exclaim, and hurriedly retreated.

Seeing this, Shan Sen hurriedly dodged in front of Niwan, pointed at Niwan's husband and said, "You still dare to do it? Forget how it was cleaned up by my boss yesterday? You'd better be restrained, don't be too arrogant, otherwise you will be good-looking!"

Niwan's husband sneered and said, "Of course I haven't forgotten, so I made some preparations in advance this time." ”

With that, he shouted, and suddenly four young men with sticks rushed out of the other two rooms, blocking Niwan and Yamamori in the house.

Yamamori's face couldn't help but change, it was obvious that Niwan's husband had been prepared in advance after receiving the call last night.

Niwan was even more panicked and discolored, not knowing what to do.

"What do you want?" asked Yamamori, pretending to be calm.

"What do I think?" said her husband grinning, "of course I have doubled the sins I suffered yesterday! ”

Shan Sen snorted coldly and said: "It's a pity, my boss didn't come, otherwise he would have pinched it to death casually just because of you miscellaneous pieces." ”

Niwan's husband had a look of hatred in his eyes: "At this point, you are still stubborn? Okay! Beat me! Fight to death! Don't spare your hand!"

The four youths immediately brandished their sticks and screamed rudely as they slammed them down on Yamamori's body.

Yamamori knew that he was alone, it was impossible to win, he absolutely could not fight, and he had to flee quickly.

So, with his hands on his head, he slammed into a young man blocking the door.

When he hit him, he almost used all his strength, and the young man was caught off guard and was knocked into his arms by Yamamori.

The two of them fell to the ground in unison, becoming a rolling gourd.

"Run!"

Yamamori got up from the young man and yelled at Niwan.

Niwan came to her senses at this time, and hurriedly rushed out of the gap that Yamamori had finally opened, and rushed downstairs.

Yamamori also got up from the ground and rushed out desperately.

Just now, he has been beaten more than a dozen times, his arm has been swollen, and he is afraid that two fingers have been broken, which is painful.

These people are very dark, but fortunately he protects his head, otherwise if he gets a few sticks on his head, it is a question whether he will survive or not.

As soon as Yamamori took a step, his feet were grabbed.

Looking down, the guy lying on the ground has recovered his breath, and he is holding his right foot tightly!

Yamamori couldn't help but be anxious.

If he doesn't escape, he'll be beaten to death by these people!

(End of chapter)