Chapter 1202: Those who insult her will be killed
It didn't take long for the fish in the tank to have a white belly.
Xu Ling'er's face was as white as paper suddenly.
Thinking with his toes, he also knew that Mr. Zhang had poisoned his drink.
She looked at Mr. Zhang and gritted her teeth: "You are not as good as a pig and a dog, a beast!" ”
The good thing was destroyed, and Mr. Zhang was also annoyed and angry: "Damn, it's your honor that Lao Tzu can take a fancy to you, a widow." ”
"You don't know what to do......"
Syllable!
Ye Wudao slapped Mr. Zhang without hesitation: "Some people, you are not qualified to insult." ”
"Ling'er, you go out first. I'll leave it to me. ”
Xu Ling'er thought for a while, and finally walked out with Junjun in her arms.
She can't remember how long it has been since no one took the initiative to carry a piece of the sky for herself like today.
was slapped in the face, and Mr. Zhang was about to go crazy.
He has never suffered this kind of grievance since he was a child.
He gritted his teeth: "Brute, you fucking dare to beat me!" ”
"Kneel down and apologize to Lao Tzu immediately, otherwise I will make you regret coming out of your mother's womb!"
Syllable!
Ye Wudao slapped it again: "There was also a person who said something similar just now. ”
"However, now her life and death are unknown."
He is talking about the servant of the heavenly family who bullied the king.
Ahhh
was slapped twice in succession, and Mr. Zhang really exploded on the spot.
He took out his arm force from the drawer and threw it fiercely at Ye Wudao's head.
"Boy, go to hell and be arrogant!"
Ye Wudao was not in a hurry, stretched out his hand at will, and easily held the arm strength weapon.
Mr. Zhang was stunned for a moment, and then pulled the arm force machine hard, trying to take the arm force back.
However, the arm force seems to be stuck by the machine.
No matter how hard he tried, the arm force machine still didn't move.
Hiss!
This guy has a lot of strength!
At the moment when he was stunned, Ye Wudao snatched the arm force weapon violently and threw it towards his lower body.
Poof!
With a muffled sound, Mr. Zhang covered his crotch with both hands and slowly collapsed on the ground, rolling back and forth.
There was blood, spilling from between his fingers.
He opened his mouth wide, but he couldn't make a sound,
He lost his voice in pain.
Ye Wudao said indifferently: "I think you haven't made a big mistake yet, so I will spare your life this time." ”
"Death is avoidable, but living sin is inescapable. I'll punish you for not being close to women for the rest of your life. ”
Mr. Zhang was castrated,
In this life, he is destined to have no chance with a woman.
Ye Wudao walked out of Jishitang.
Xu Ling'er was still crying with Junjun in her arms, and her eyes were red from crying.
Ye Wudao felt even more guilty in his heart.
"Ling'er, get in the car." Ye Wudao said with concern: "It's windy outside, don't freeze Junjun." ”
Xu Ling'er thought for a while and looked at Junjun in her arms.
Junjun hugged Xu Ling'er tightly: "Mom, Junjun is cold." ”
"Okay, let's get in the car." Xu Linger hugged Junjun into the car.
Ye Wudao drove and drove towards Tianjia.
The two were silent, and the atmosphere in the car was a little awkward and nervous.
In the end, it was Ye Wudao who broke the embarrassment: "Ling'er, he ...... Is it good for you? ”
Xu Ling'er said inexplicably: "Which one?" ”
Ye Wudao said: "Junjun's biological father." ”
Xu Ling'er's emotions became even more excited, and she said angrily: "Ye Wudao, in your heart, I am the kind of woman with water-based poplars?" ”
Ye Wudao hurriedly defended: "Ling'er, I didn't mean that." ”
"Why do you think that?"
Xu Ling'er said: "Junjun is two years old this year. ”
"And you left three years ago."
"You say that Junjun is another man's child, doesn't that mean that as soon as you left, I will find a new love?"
Ye Wudao was stunned,
Xu Linger's analysis is indeed reasonable.
Junjun is not another man's child,
Now, there's only one possibility.
Junjun is his own child!
She...... Is she really my daughter?