Appearing in front of Angie's mother in such an unbearable face - though I didn't do it voluntarily - I was so ashamed that I wanted to hit the wall.

But before I could hit the wall myself, Angel's mother helped me.

There was a story in the newspaper. A mother's motherhood is stimulated by her motherhood in order to catch a baby who has fallen from a windowsill – within seconds of the baby falling, she runs from the street to the door of her house at a speed close to the Olympic champion's 100-meter sprint. Her arm was broken by the baby's massive impact, but the child saved his life.

At this time, Anqi's mother seems to have triggered this potential.

Her strength is astonishing. Before I could react, she dragged me out of bed.

There was a strong smell of alcohol on her.

I don't like the drunk mother Angel. I was even a little scared.

She could stab me twice when she was sober, and now I don't know what she will do.

I had both hands clasped by her. Her nails dug into my wrists. I shuddered to calm her down, and at the same time tried to break away.

But at the moment, I didn't have much strength, and I was very tired, so I was easily dragged into a corner by her.

Along the way, unbearable rebukes slashed my face.

I don't know how to explain it.

Naked, covered in ambiguous traces.

I'm the same surname as the bad woman who snatched her husband.

I robbed her only place of trust Angel.

In her eyes, I was perhaps more hateful and shameless than my mother.

The so-called straw that broke the camel's back.

It's still just a straw, but it's the sin of carrying all the weight on the camel's back.

It wasn't until the back of my head was slammed against the hard wall that I felt the real danger.

A dull, dizzying pain spreads from the back of the head to the back of the neck. My vision was blurry again.

A drunken and frustrated woman, a woman who caused my mother to have a miscarriage......

Maybe they really wanted me to die.

I didn't have time to make a sound, and I was hit again.

Dark all round.

She grabbed me on the left shoulder again, and her nails poked into my still scabbed knife marks.

"Auntie!" I gasped in pain, "You let go of my ......"

She withdrew the hand that was pressed to my head and snatched the camera from my hand.

By the time I realized that she might have seen the picture inside, it was too late.

In less than two seconds, it is longer than two centuries.

It's really hard to argue now.

I was covered in a cold sweat and had no energy to deal with her anger.

Let's go to the kit clothes first.

I had barely taken a small step towards the wardrobe when the heavy machinery struck me on the forehead. And with that came even more nasty insults.

"Mom!" I heard Angel's voice.

I squatted on the ground, holding my head like a prisoner.

This posture is much safer than standing naked in front of Angel's mother.

I was a little desperate—even though I still thought of her as my future mother-in-law, it seemed like she would never accept me.

"Mom, it's okay for you to beat me......" Angel's voice was weak but firm.

I leaned on my elbow and lifted my head a little to see his glass-cut palms and the bruises on his neck.

They seemed to argue a few more times, but I couldn't hear it clearly.

I'm a little worried about Angel. But I also have some resentment against him.

The night before, and even earlier, he had become a stranger.

The crisp slap pulled me back to reality again.

Angel covered his cheeks and knelt in front of his mother, "Mom, it's none of Kang Rong's business......"

I was so sad all of a sudden.

How can it be none of my business if it has something to do with him?

I took two steps forward and knelt beside Anqi, "Auntie, you can beat me." ”

"You two ......" Mother Angel held up the camera, and I kept my head down, ready for another blow to the top of my head.

"Ahh Angel! Anqi's mother exclaimed.

The expected blow did not come. Angel beside her had already gotten up. Angel's mother staggered back two steps.

I was stunned again. Angel listened to his mother the most, and this time he actually contradicted her like this......

"Mom, I said, you can't hurt Kang Rong...... No one! Angel leaned her back and stretched out her hand, "Mom, if you want to beat me, just hit me......"

"I'm not your mother!" Angel's mother slapped Angel's hand away and slammed the camera to the ground.

I felt like I was crushed with the camera.

Angel's mother slammed the door and went out, and Angel sat down weakly on the ground.

A sharp pain came from the forehead that had been struck by the iron sculpture not long ago. I wiped it, and the back of my hand was red.

"Hug me, Kang Rong, I'm going to die......" He seemed to smile at me, and then seemed to cry.

I can't see clearly.