Until she sat next to Wang Aiyi, Luo Qiong's body still couldn't stop trembling, and her hands couldn't even hold the teacup steadily.

nodded to the young man who was serving him beside him, otherwise he immediately prepared milk for Luo Qiong, although he didn't know what the other party put in the milk, he still drank most of the glass in one go without hesitation. Only God knows what a terrible cage she had just been brought out of, and now, what else could make her feel bad at this moment.

Unless Wang Aiyi is the kind of drug fan who wants to go to Lily, what else can make her feel scared.

hot

It's spicy.

Because he was not mentally prepared, his thinking fluctuated greatly, and Luo Qiong reacted after drinking several sips in a row. The hot touch burns from the throat to the stomach, a touch unique to spirits, and only God knows how much spirit is added to this glass of milk. I covered my mouth and gasped for a while, and then I gasped.

"Hehe, cherry brandy, just a little bit, how strong can foreigner's wine be? Drink a little bit and it's good for you right now. Wang Aiyi said calmly, her gaze swept over Luo Qiong's swollen cheeks and bruised wrists.

Damn, Huang Jianliang's miscellaneous pieces, whether he has common sense or not, he doesn't understand whether he hits people in the face or not.

snapped his fingers, and the entourage standing on the side stepped forward and hit Huang Jian's conscience with an uppercut. The latter stumbled, but fortunately stabilized his body, and the tray in his hand did not fall to the ground.

From beginning to end, Wang Aiyi's expression did not change at all, just like everything had nothing to do with her, but the impact Luo Qiong received could actually be described as overturning. When the hostages saw the kidnappers who had been high up in the past, like a combination of gods and demons, they were crushed little by little, and then fell into the quagmire. It felt like she had been trapped and mistaken for an unbreakable cage cast of steel and iron, which cracked one morning, and then further she found that the cage was far from being as strong as she had imagined, and was nothing more than a tofu slag made of glass and ice slag.

It turned out that he was far less powerful than he himself said, and he was not as small and lowly as he imagined.

It turns out that she is also a human being, a person of the same structure and the same species as herself.

Luo Qiong nodded and admitted the other party's statement, in a situation like this, drinking a little wine is indeed good for her.

Although she is not used to drinking, although she doesn't like to drink, when the hot feeling poured all the way from her throat to her stomach, Luo Qiong felt that at this moment, even her soul had been sublimated, and she was no longer harassed by auditory hallucinations and hallucinations. It felt like she was in a state of soul, like the twenty-six years she had lived with her mother, which had never happened.

The heat of the alcohol, the aroma of cherries, and certain flavors that she is not very familiar with at the moment.

Those who can enter the Sun family's wine cellar are naturally good wines.

If you can get into Wang Aiyi's mouth, it is naturally a good wine.

Just drank the rest of the milk in one go, Luo Qiong felt that she was really much more relaxed.

It's true.

I took the reading materials from the dining car on the side and swept them up in ten lines. can read, really be able to read, and there is no need to be limited by the time of the flesh at all, you must know that in her normal state, advertisements and comics are already the biggest limit, similar to the professional book in my hand now, ten words is the maximum limit, and then the illusion will take her away.

But now, she was able to read without fear of any auditory hallucinations or hallucinations, which was a great surprise.

You know, although she can read when she is in a state of soul, she can't even touch the pages of a book at that time, how can she talk about reading. Therefore, despite the disgust, he could only stay behind Huang Jianliang and look at the information that the other party saw.

Begging to learn a little bit from it, begging to be a little bit more complete in my soul.

Seeing that his little master was reading a magazine, the shock that flashed in Huang Jianliang's eyes suddenly turned over the river and the sea. It was very natural to start his reading, just like the ones he did for her every morning. Just like today and every day before, nothing happened, whether violent, bloody, or humiliating. Judging from this almost brazen insistence alone, this Huang Jianliang can also be regarded as a character.

Seeing Luo Qiong's face wandering after drinking, Wang Aiyi raised her glass and said, "Do you want another cup?" She didn't care what Huang Jianliang was doing, nor did she care if her actions would interfere with the other party's work.

Luo Qiong shook her head, although wine is a good thing, it can make people get rid of fear and get inspired, but it is too much, she still knows this.

The corners of her mouth raised slightly, and Wang Aiyi pointed to the side of her face as if she had just found out that Luo Qiong was hurt, and said, "This, what's going on." What the hell is wrong with your face, my dear? ”

Until now, Luo Qiong still has not regained the ability to speak, and her throat is still tightly strangled by the fear from her mother. So, in the most direct way, she opened her mouth wide to let Wang Aiyi clearly see that her big tooth was completely knocked out.

Covering her mouth in disbelief, Wang Aiyi exclaimed: "What bastard did it, slapping a lady in the face so viciously, it's really unbelievable." ”

Still answering with his eyes, Luo Qiong's eyes looked directly at Huang Jianliang.

Because he was so shocked in his heart, the newspaper Huang Jianliang held in his hand almost fell to the ground.

How so?

It's okay for a woman to disobey her first man, but shouldn't a husband beating his wife belong to the existence of the obscure level? Belongs to the kind of existence that is not popular with whoever mentions it. People like heroic husbands and gentle wives, which is in line with the value orientation of the public. No matter how he beat her behind his back, at least on the surface, she had to pretend that the two were still in love. Because marriage is the only value of a woman's life, when misfortune occurs, even if she doesn't think about her own life, then for the sake of children, the elderly, face, and even relatives and friends, she should continue to forcibly maintain her marriage.

Doing so is the most correct way to do so, and it is most in line with social morality and values.

When the wound on her face was pointed out by Wang Aiyi, the first thing Luo Qiong, who was a victim and a wife, had to do at that time was not to carefully hide the wound, and then casually make up a lie for his violence. For example, when I took a shower, I accidentally fell or something. At least the vast majority of women in the same situation do.

Domestic violence is the most shady scandal in women's lives, which can endanger their marriage itself, deny their value in life, and even distort their future. Therefore, when domestic violence occurs, it is they who are most afraid of being exposed.

Hasn't it always been like this?

At least all the cases Huang Jianliang has seen in his past life are like that, there has never been a woman, at least he has never seen any of them, and after boldly confronting her husband, she can still get good results. This woman's life is over, and even everything they love, parents, children, brothers and sisters will pay for her audacity.

He looked at Luo Qiong in complete disbelief, his body already trembling from excessive shock and anger.

How could she be like this, how could she betray her husband and her man like this!

Sluts, monsters!

How dare she do such a ridiculous thing, she is definitely not a woman!

Almost immediately, Huang Jianliang blurted out: "Sun Xiaoyou, even if you are absurd, you must have a limit, don't easily use lies to destroy the value of your life." I am your husband, and you are my wife, and if you slander me, you slander yourself. ”

Gently glancing at Huang Jianliang, Wang Aiyi certainly knew what this man was angry about and what he was thinking.

What ridiculous pride and self-confidence, but at the root of a patriarchal society.

After a crisp snap of his fingers, a strong man standing behind Wang Aiyi stepped out, and with just her eyes, she let him know what he should do. strode forward, a straight punch was as fast as lightning and as fierce as a bison, and with just one punch, Huang Jianliang flew out completely. In the splattering blood and broken teeth, Huang Jianliang was thrown to the floor and slid for a short distance until he hit the wall, then he slowed down. The porcelain he had knocked into shattered to the ground.

Because there was too much blood choking on his trachea in one breath, he choked and coughed.

But he still didn't dare to say a word.

The taste of beating teeth and swallowing blood is sometimes the patience that the weak must do, but when the strong meets the stronger, in fact, he is not much different from the weak who has been humiliated by himself until then.

Just kneeling in place, covering his mouth with his hands, gasping for breath with difficulty. A group of little maids screamed and ran away, according to Sun Xiaoyou's specifications, there were three senior maids who could serve closely, plus an elderly nanny aunt. Because 2 of them were driven away by Wang Aiyi in one breath yesterday, and now, the only fish that slipped through the net has been scared to the point that he can barely stand up. As for others, they are inferior maids who cannot be served closely, like second-class maids in ancient times.

All the noise was crowded in Huang Jianliang's mind, and finally turned into a figure - his mother.

His, mother.

The mother who was always called by his father as a rag, beat when he wanted to, and scolded when he wanted to.

The ancestors said that women do not fight for three days, and go to the house to uncover the tiles.

He, Huang Jianliang is a man, a man like his father, even if he receives higher education to let him know that it is wrong to beat a woman, but so what, the so-called national characteristics, the so-called cultural tradition is the same thing. Some things, after thousands of years of inheritance, can be changed in a while.

Failed, failed.

As a man, he can't even control his own woman, so can he still be counted as a man, can he still be counted as a man, a man who stands up to the sky like his father?

He let go of his palm and spit out the teeth in his mouth, three, and with just one punch, he knocked out three large teeth.