At this moment, this is the situation.

It's something he Yang Dabao never expected.

Father Yang Youcheng, who has been a good person all his life.

In just a few hours, he was so angry that he sprayed old blood twice.

If he, Yang Dabao, knew that this was the result in the end, I am afraid that he would not let his father Yang Youcheng suffer this crime.

But then again, long pain is better than short pain.

As far as his father's bodhisattva character is concerned, if he doesn't let him suffer an unforgettable pain and break his heart once.

I'm afraid he will never know what it means to be sinister?

What is called easy to change, nature is difficult to change, and dogs can never change eating.

And at this moment, not far away, there was a siren from far and near, whistling from afar.

In the blink of an eye, I saw a black luxury Daben, followed by two white ambulances, roaring.

It is extremely domineering and arrogant, and it stops steadily in front of everyone.

I saw that inside the black Daben, a beautiful woman dressed in jewels, brand-name clothes, graceful and luxurious, charming and plump, was very proud, and walked out of the car.

This person is none other than Yang Youwang's scathing, arrogant, dog-eyed and low-spirited, vixen wife Jiang Yuying.

At this moment, she was wearing a pair of seven or eight centimeter-high heels, her nostrils were facing the sky, her chest was proud, and she rushed towards Yang Dabao with murderous spirit.

"Husband, husband, husband, where are you?"

With her posture and everywhere she passed, the fathers and villagers who watched the excitement were like seeing the plague god, and they were evading and avoiding fear.

"You're calling for a soul! Lao Tzu is not dead, here..."

Yang Youwang, who vomited blood out of his mouth on one side, and his face was full of hideous horror and blood, heard the coquettish shouting of her vixen wife Jiang Yuying from afar.

So much so that Yang Youwang, who was already angry, held back his anger and had nowhere to vent, he agreed angrily.

His soul-sucking wife Jiang Yuying, just screaming in bed, in front of so many fathers and villagers, his son, baby daughter, and enemies, he is coquettish every day, riotous, and overwhelming, what does she want?

"Hao'er, mother's baby son, where is your father, why don't you see his people as if you just heard his voice?"

At this moment, she Jiang Yuying saw at a glance in the crowd, his heroic and majestic baby son Yang Fuhao.

Therefore, she asked her son Yang Fuhao in confusion.

While panicking, he looked around, searching for his fat and pig-like husband Yang Youwang.

It stands to reason that his husband Yang Youwang is more than 200 pounds, the size of a meat ball.

If it's in a place with few people, I'm afraid you can see it clearly for thousands of meters, and you can see it at a glance.

But now, his husband Yang Youwang is surrounded by dozens of people, and it is crowded, which is difficult to identify.

In addition, her husband Yang Youwang has a short figure, a height of 1.65 meters, and a weight of more than 200 pounds.

Because, in his mouth Yang Youwang, he drank a lot of blood spurted out by his eldest brother Yang Youcheng, and he kept squatting on the ground, vomiting wildly, panting.

Although, in the crowd, she Jiang Yuying, did see a big fat man who looked about the same size as her husband.

It was lying on the ground, his eyes glazed, his face hideous and terrifying, his face was dripping with blood, and he was still holding a butterfly knife stained with blood in his hand.

Like a lost madman, he muttered to himself there, muttering back and forth: "Wang Mingyu, I love you so much, how can you do this to me." ”

When Jiang Yuying passed by him at first, she thought it was his pig-like husband Yang Youwang.

But immediately, I glanced at his dress, words and deeds.

She immediately rejected the ridiculous idea.

Because, this person's dress looks like a young man in his 20s, and he is very angry.

The top of his head was dyed with a handful of yellow hair, a thumb-thick gold necklace was hung around his neck, a domineering downhill tiger was tattooed on his arm, and his jeans were full of big holes.

Just like this, this look looks like a bastard who comes out to mix.

What's more, this gangster also said Wang Mingyu, I love you, you can't treat me like this, such ambiguous words.

As for Jiang Yuying's incomprehensible husband Yang Youwang, she Jiang Yuying borrowed ten guts from him and found him a junior outside.

Otherwise, even if his Jiang Yuying's father Jiang Tianba doesn't clean him up.

She did it herself, and she had to suck him dry and bring him hundreds of big green hats.

"Mom, don't look for it, my dad is here. ”

Yang Fuhao really can't stand it, his charming and sexy mother is full of commotion, and on such a cold day, she still wears so little clothes and is so exposed.

Let the old and young masters around look at the green light, and the commotion is abnormal.

Therefore, he Yang Fuhao really had no choice, which was very embarrassing, and reminded him in a low voice.

"You stinky bitch, I don't even know your husband anymore, why are you still stupid there? Don't call those people over, carry me to the car, and take me to the hospital. ”

Yang Youwang, who vomited for a long time and was about to vomit out his liver and gallbladder, stood up very weakly, and leaned weakly on his son Yang Fuhao's body.

Looking at the wife Jiang Yuying, who opened her small mouth and was stunned, full of commotion, the career line on her chest was terrifying, and she was unbearable.

Seeing this situation, Yang Youwang was furious, and his liver was hurting.

"Husband, are you really my husband? Can you tell me anything special about me? ”

Until this moment, Jiang Yuying looked at the door in front of her that was missing four or five front teeth, her mouth was full of air, her face was full of blood, hideous and terrifying, she was furious, and half of her face was swollen like a pig.

It was half-convinced, and I didn't know if I could ask it.

"Mom! this is really me putting Yang Youwang. When Zhang Fuhao saw his mother like this, he also felt very painful and speechless.

But I understand my mother Jiang Yuying's mood at this moment.

Not to mention his mother Jiang Yuying, if it weren't for his Yang Fuhao, he saw it with his own eyes.

As for his father Yang Youwang, now this person is not a ghost or a ghost, a pig is not a pig and a demon is not a demon, even he, a son, was scared half to death, and he couldn't recognize it.

"You slut, I'm so angry, you have a mole on your chest and a rose on your buttocks. ”

Yang Youwang, who was so angry at this moment that he was about to go wild, really wanted to slap his angry wife Jiang Yuying and shave her two ears.

Let her, a, ask him such an unashamed question in public.

But Rao is like this, whether he Yang Youwang suppressed the anger in his heart, or did he do everything in detail, he picked it up one by one, and the two special features of Jiang and his wife were said out loud.

As soon as the words fell, the audience was shocked and in an uproar.

For ordinary people, this is the explosive news after dinner.

"Youwang husband! I didn't think it was really you! Why did you become like this?"

"Husband, you tell my wife, what the hell is going on? What kind of goddamn bastard, who ate the gall of an ambitious leopard, beat my Jiang Yuying's favorite husband like this, and the old lady will suck him dry on the spot today. ”

Jiang Yuying, who finally got her identity, was like half of a sow in heat, and suddenly pounced on her husband Yang Youwang, who was covered with blood, full of wind leakage, and swaying.

Then, he jumped like thunder, scolded, and roared arrogantly.