Yan Qingsi glanced at Ji Mianmian, she nodded, and held down Yue Pengcheng and Ding Fu alone, nailing them firmly to the ground.

Yan Qingsi walked up to Mrs. Yue and said in a low voice: "Auntie, go, now is the time for you to beat the dog, use the stick in your hand, hit it, don't be polite, don't be afraid, beat the part you should have beaten decades ago." ”

Mrs. Yue shuddered: "I...... I'm afraid ......"

"Afraid of what? What's so scary, it's not a human, it's a pair of dogs and a man, what are you polite to two beasts? ”

"Do you hate them and don't you hate them?"

Mrs. Yue nodded: "Disgusting, hate!" ”

This slut has disgusted her for thirty years, and when she thinks about it, she feels as if there is a pile of shit on the dining table, and she wants to vomit all the time.

Yan Qingsi said in a low voice: "Then let's fight, don't be stingy with your strength." ”

Mrs. Yue walked up to Yue Pengcheng Dingfu and raised the wooden stick tremblingly, not daring to fall.

Yan Qingsi saw that she was in a hurry, grabbed Mrs. Yue's hand, and took her to smash down, a stick, and hit Yue Pengcheng firmly.

Yue Pengcheng screamed, and Yan Qingsi held Mrs. Yue's hand and hit more than a dozen sticks in a row.

I felt fun while beating Mrs. Yue, and I only felt that the pent-up hatred and backlog of grievances and anger in my heart for so many years were all vented little by little, especially when I heard Yue Pengcheng's scream.

For the first time, Mrs. Yue felt that beating people could still be described as beautiful.

Yes, beauty, it's so beautiful, the more you fight, the more energetic you become, as if you have been beaten with chicken blood, your hands are not sore, your waist is not painful, and your whole body is full of energy.

Yan Qingsi let go of Mrs. Yue's hand, watching her fight more and more smoothly, hooking the corners of her lips.

That's right, hitting people is also addictive, especially when listening to the people you hate, screaming and begging at your feet, it's sour.

Yan Qingsi felt that it was almost over, and she was afraid of killing someone if she fought again.

She took Mrs. Yue's hand, and said in her ear: "It was a warm-up just now, yes, you take this now and have a good exchange with her......"

After some exercise, Mrs. Yue's cheeks were flushed with the flush of healthy exercise, a thin layer of sweat on her forehead, her eyes were shining, and she rolled up her sleeves.

Yan Qingsi saw that Mrs. Yue had already experienced the sourness of beating people, and took a step back, "Auntie, you're welcome, her!" ”

Mrs. Yue nodded, rolled up her sleeves, raised the wooden stick, and hit Ding Fu's chest first.

Yan Qingsi raised her eyebrows, yes, I know where it hurts! This hand is very black!

Ding Fu has lived like a noble lady for so many years, living in a mansion abroad, being served, dressed in fine clothes, and eating beautifully, it is not the poor girl who came to Yue's house to be a helper back then.

Mrs. Yue crackled, smashed down several sticks in a row, avoided Ding Fu's head, and hit it all at once, as if hitting a sandbag, Ding Fu got up and curled up in a ball, crying and screaming bitterly.

Ding Fu can no longer maintain the elegance and calmness of weekdays, and does not eat the appearance of fireworks in the world.

She shouted, "Pengcheng, help me, please...... Help me...... I hurt so much, it hurts so much......"

Yue Pengcheng couldn't move because of the pain, even if Ji Mianmian didn't suppress him anymore, he couldn't move.

He heard Ding Fu's screams and said angrily, "Xiaofu...... Xiaofu ...... You brutes, let it go......"

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