I saw that Xiao Ming, gave up banging on the door, gave up facing the door in a daze, and stopped playing!

I saw that Xiao Ming, holding the wall with both hands, in the direction of 201, staggering and anxious like a deer, wiping the wall.

I saw that Xiao Ming, whose upper body rushed forward very exaggeratedly, and his legs were mechanically and twisted to slow down, and his heart had not yet arrived.

This weird picture really scared his girlfriend to tears.

The young lady was crying and supporting Xiao Ming, but she didn't dare to touch it, and she was very worried.

That's love.

While crying, Xiao Ming had already run downstairs to 202 and 201, which was the middle wall of 102 and 101.

Xiao Ming lay out of the window, trying to stretch his neck long, and rushed upstairs with his eyes!

Xiao Ming's two hands grabbed the wall one by one, as if he wanted to climb up.

Upstairs, in addition to the domestic violence man, isn't the weak man next door?

Why did Xiao Ming choose to struggle so hard in the middle of the two men who scratched the wall, facing this wall?

Xiao Ling turned his head to look at the picture taken by the little ghost.

Sure enough, the weak man in 201 was kneeling on the ground, holding a pen in his right hand, and slammed it against the wall one by one.

The dust on the wall is falling down little by little.

The blackened iron basin was not far away, and the charcoal ash that had been in the basin was scattered all over the ground.

Is this broken up when the weak man knelt down?

He stubbornly scratched the wall, just like yesterday.

Still so angry.

On the contrary, on the side of 202, the domestic violence man is not in a hurry at all.

Still slowly shaking his legs and smoking cigarettes in bed.

The cigarette was smoked violently one by one, and the ash fell into a pile.

And the domestic violence man, in addition to mechanically taking a cigarette and smoking, has never left the flower pot in the window.

The black ash in the pot, probably the wind during the day, blew it a little shorter.

The domestic violence man was very sad to watch.

It seems that the domestic violence man still has love for Qiu Ping.

On the other side, the weak man had already cut a hole in the wall.

Yes, the brick joints have been cut out.

It's just that without the 202's bed frame slamming, the progress of this wall cutting is significantly slower.

The weak man didn't give up and kept slashing.

While shaving, he chanted Qiu Ping's name.

That's love, too.

The two "men" who both love Qiu Ping, each is busy with their own business, and each is talking about their own Qiu Ping.

I don't know what kind of reaction Qiu Ping will have in her heart if she is there.

It's just that there is no if, Qiu Ping, and there is only one black pole left.

This is a shorter black pole, and it deepens the thoughts of the two infatuated men.

The domestic violence man pumped more and more violently, and the more he pumped, the more urgent he became. The name of Qiu Ping was chanted more and more loudly;

The weaker the man picks, the more anxious he becomes, and the more he picks, the more fierce he becomes. The name of Qiu Ping was chanted in his mouth, and he became louder and louder.

Finally, both sides heard each other's voices.

Both of them stopped chattering about Apple. Of course, their thoughts should not stop.

The two sides began to exchange insults.

The domestic violence man scolded the weak man, Qiu Ping is my wife...... What are you...... What qualifications do you have to pester my wife...... You're a dead bachelor...... How many years have I been so concerned about my wife...... What is your heart...... You are still a literate person...... What kind of civilized person are you...... You......

The weak man scolded the domestic violence man, Qiu Ping is my lover...... I entrusted you with the care back then...... How do you know you bastard actually possessed her...... Are you still a brother...... I have been friends with you for many years...... Is that how you treat your brother...... You're a scumbag...... When you get married, you still fight Qiu Ping like this...... You're a scumbag...... You......

The two sides are louder than the other.

According to yesterday's experience, it won't be long before they have to tear down the wall together, and then fight together, if nothing else, it's a weak man who is going to stab a domestic violence man to death with a pen.

That's what the pen does......

Uh, it should be said that I didn't kill the domestic violence man, if I had died yesterday, I wouldn't have come out today......

Like Qiu Ping, it should be called "death".

As the shouting and scolding upstairs did not escalate, Xiao Ming's action of grabbing the wall became more urgent, and he was actually shouting something.

The body is getting more and more distorted.

The pedaling under his feet is becoming more and more urgent.

Trample the delicate and tender flower seedlings that have just grown back into the ground.

It's over, and this piece will be repaired tomorrow.

Yesterday's humanoid pit hasn't been repaired yet.

Ay!

This Xiao Ming, just keep twisting, stepping on it, and keep calling and catching.

No one can pull him.

Look at his screaming and saliva, watch him twist and sweat, catch his hands full of blood, and watch him step on the ground full of pits.

But there was nothing that could be done about him.

While everyone was sighing helplessly, something happened upstairs again.

With the escalation of the scolding war between the two infatuated men, it is time to do it.

On the weak man's side, he is about to cut out a brick.

The combat value of that pen is really not bad.

On the other hand, the domestic violence man didn't want to endure it anymore, and threw away the cigarette he had just smoked irritably...... When he got to the bed, he crumpled the cigarette case into a ball, raised it high and threw it on the bed. Whip the mattress and throw it on the floor.

Push the bed frame again and hit the wall.

Why is this man so strong?

Roaring and scolding while hitting back.

Syllable!

Boom!

Syllable!

Boom!

Syllable!

Boom!

It's a replay of yesterday's action.

The same is scolding, the same is colliding, the same is the wall falling dust.

And the front building, those tenants, are just as excited.

Even, even more excited.

No, there are several more drones in the sky than yesterday.

Two of them were even injured because of the collision accident......

Xiao Ming downstairs scratched the wall even more.

The little ghost and the little sister pulled back desperately, otherwise, Xiao Ming's two hands and ten fingers would really be wasted.

Xiao Ming was dragged off the wall, but he still waved his two bloody hands, scratching in the air.

The shouts in his mouth were so loud that he was about to foam at the mouth......

and the sound of hitting the wall upstairs.

Xiao Ling was so uncomfortable to hear.

Suddenly, Xiao Ming quieted down, his hands lowered, his mouth closed, his eyes raised, and he roared all over.

Upstairs was also a little quieter. The sound of the iron frame hitting the wall was gone.

The sound of the pen slashing at the wall continued.

The angry scolding of the weak man is still there, and he is even wearing it to 202......

Could it be that the wall has been dug through?

Xiao Ling looked at the picture captured by the ghost drone, compared left and right, and sure enough, a brick had been cut off.

The weak man is still picking, but the domestic violence man has stopped.

This style of painting is obviously wrong.

According to yesterday's plot, they should have smashed through the wall and then scuffled.

Why did this thug suddenly stop moving?

Is it a discovery of conscience?

Xiao Ling looked at the flower pot carefully, and there was no change.

It shouldn't be that Qiu Ping calling for a domestic violence man or something.

So why did he stop suddenly?

Hey, why did he look at the door and didn't move?

Is there anything outside the door?

"Can you fly to the back of the house and have a look?" Xiao Ling asked the little ghost.