Hearing Wang Haiyang's words, Wang Zhendong plucked his ears in disbelief, stared at the beads of his eyes and asked, "Dad, what did you just say?" ”

Wang Haiyang also stared at the beads, and it could be seen that the expression on his face was very impatient now: "I said that I fought well!" ”

When he said this, Wang Haiyang deliberately added an accent to the three words "play well", making it clear that he deliberately said it to Chen Hao.

"Dad, did you break your brain when you stepped on the horse, your son was beaten, and you still boasted about how well he was beaten?" Wang Zhendong covered his swollen pig's face and seriously began to doubt his life.

"Ahem." On the side, Chen Hao coughed because of an itchy throat.

When Wang Haiyang heard Chen Hao coughing, he thought he was unhappy, so he was so frightened that he raised his hand directly, "snapped", and slapped it Wang Zhendong's face.

Wang Zhendong was caught off guard by this slap, he stumbled several steps in pain before he could stand firm, and when he raised his head, nosebleeds erupted from his left nostril.

Since Chen Hao and Wang Haiyang were both on his side, and Wang Zhendong would not believe that this slap was made by his father, so he directly aimed the finger at Chen Hao.

"Paralyzed, boy, you're really on top! See, now my dad is here, the chief, a little bit lower than the director, he is standing here and you dare to slap me, I think you really don't want to live! ”

Chen Hao spread his hands innocently and said, "Brother, it was really not you I fanned this time." ”

"Paralyzing fart! It's not you, is it still a ghost? The more Wang Zhendong spoke, the more angry he became, after all, he was slapped continuously, and no one would feel good in his heart.

Wang Haiyang's face was blue on the side, and he squeezed out three words from between his teeth: "I'll fan it." ”

"Dad, what did you say?" Wang Zhendong thought that there was a problem with his hearing again, turned his head to look at Wang Haiyang, and looked at his face, which didn't seem like a joke.

Wang Haiyang glanced at Chen Hao with some embarrassment, and then said to Wang Haiyang in a tough tone: "Hurry up and apologize to Chen Shao." ”

Wang Zhendong was still rubbing his face, he didn't need to look in the mirror to know that his current appearance must be miserable, and when he heard Wang Haiyang ask him to apologize to Chen Hao, he was so angry that he began to scold directly.

"Wang Haiyang, are you paralyzed taking the wrong medicine today? I'm your son, your son was beaten, but you didn't even dare to let out a fart, and asked me to apologize to others, is there a like you? ”

Wang Zhendong relied on Wang Haiyang and his wife to spoil him, so he was arrogant and domineering at home, and this time he was angry, and he directly called out Wang Haiyang's name.

"Why, don't speak? Wang Haiyang, are you still not my Lao Tzu? Since you're so cowardly, I think you're going to be a grandson for this kid! ”

Wang Zhendong is speaking completely according to his own emotions now, so he didn't care about how angry the expression on Wang Haiyang's face on the side was, but the more he spoke, the more energetic he became, and he almost scolded an eight-hundred-word essay.

"Slap", as soon as the words fell, Wang Haiyang, who couldn't bear it, raised his hand and slapped Wang Zhendong in the face again.

He regrets it now, he spoiled his son too much in the past, so that he has no one in his eyes now, and he doesn't even pay attention to his parents, if he continues like this, sooner or later something big will happen.

Puzzled, he raised his foot again and kicked Wang Zhendong's kneecap violently, directly kicking him to the ground and bending his leg back a few steps.