2472. Chapter 2472 The Host Starts to Be Cruel Again (12)

Su Qiao's eyes were dangerous.

That neat and neat energy is very refreshing to see.

"Who told you to hang up on me?"

Su Qiao raised her chin and stared at him angrily.

Wen Congyuan couldn't believe that he was beaten by a woman who was usually pinched in his palm.

He threw away the glasses in his hand and rolled up his sleeves; "You dare to hit me, you are crazy!"

Su Qiao didn't bother to talk nonsense to him at all, so he rushed over and kicked him hard in the abdomen.

Then he directly pressed the man to the ground with his knees, punching and kicking frantically.

"I asked you to hang up my phone...I asked you to scold me...I asked you to hang up my phone...I asked you to scold me..."

Su Qiao scolded while hitting, and even picked the most painful places to hit.

Wen Congyuan was stunned.

He also wanted to resist, but every time he wanted to get up from the ground or turn over, the legs on his back would suddenly push him back to the ground.

"Ah...you're crazy...you're crazy, how can you hit someone?"

The old lady screamed and rushed over to talk to Su Qiao like crazy.

"Damn old woman, get up for me!"

Su Qiao pushed her directly to the sofa next to her.

"I just want to kill him, I just want to kill him, who told him to hang up my phone? Who told him to scold me?"

"Bastard, you hung up on me, you lied to me, you lied to my feelings, you lied to me for so long, I killed you! I killed you!"

"Why lie to me? Why lie to me? Why...why...why..."

Su Qiao's small fist was like a thallium punch on Wen Congyuan's shoulder, back, and waist. The pain caused his face to twist and sweat.

"It hurts... it hurts... it hurts... it hurts me... it hurts me..."

"Cong Yuan! Cong Yuan!"

The old lady looked at her son, whose face was pale with pain, and hurriedly got up from the sofa and rushed over again.

"Mom, pull her away, pull this crazy woman away, it hurts me to death."

When Wen Congyuan was a child, when he was beaten by his father, he had never experienced such pain. At this time, he was already in a cold sweat.

"Xiao Qiao, don't hit him, don't hit him, if you hit him again, something will happen. You can't hit him like this!"

The old lady rushed several times, but failed to hold Su Qiao. In the end, she could only kneel at her feet and hugged her thigh, tears streaming down her face.

"Accidents happen. It's better to kill them once. Who told him to deceive me? Who told him to deceive my feelings?"

Su Qiao looked angry and hated, and continued to pat Wen Congyuan's back with his palm.

Yesterday, the back of her head was swollen, and she was in pain for a long time. She wanted to take revenge for this last night.

"Little Joe!"

"Mom, please, don't fight, you'll really be broken if you fight again!"

Seeing that she still didn't stop, her son was like a salted fish and could only lie on the ground and be beaten. The old lady was really anxious, and her eyes and nose were flowing out.

"Hmph, if it can be broken in one shot, why am I not dead yet? Why isn't your old woman dead?"

Su Qiao let out a breath, let go of the legs that were on the man's back, and stood up straight.

He clapped his hands and sat down on the sofa beside him. His nose was not his nose, and his eyes were not eyes. He stared at the old lady bitterly: "Go, pour me a glass of water, I'm tired from playing."

"Okay, mom, go and pour water for you, Mom will go and pour water for you now, don't beat him again, okay?"

The old lady quickly got up from the ground, wiped her tears indiscriminately, and was about to run to the kitchen.