2493. Chapter 2493 The Host Starts to Be Cruel Again (33)

[With the video of domestic violence, Qin Li's diary can also be regarded as a clue. Then hand over these to the police and let them check directly? 】

"Relying on Qin Li's diary, it is impossible to file a case at all. Her specious and unclear words can't be used as evidence at all."

If it were really that simple, when Qin Li died of gas poisoning, the case would not have ended like this.

【what is it now? 】

You can't keep spending like this all the time, can you?

It's cool, but it's also tiring.

"Wait."

Some people, he is more frustrated and more courageous.

Especially the kind of person who is very proud and very confident in his bones.

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The next day, due to physical reasons, Wen Congyuan did not go to work and was recuperating at home.

Su Qiao got up early in the morning to pack up.

[Host, do you still need to wear this makeup? 】

"Of course, my injury can't be cured in a day or two, and didn't it add a 'new injury' last night?"

[...] The injuries are all on the man in Wen Congyuan, right?

And it's still the kind of light pain, but there are no obvious marks.

After packing up and not even eating breakfast, Su Qiao put on a cool summer outfit and carried her bag to go out.

Wen Congyuan's eyes swept over her, and his face sank.

The shorts were so short that the entire thigh was exposed, and the chiffon top and the V-neck design made him feel extremely dazzling.

"Where are you going?"

Su Qiao rolled his eyes at him: "It's none of your business."

When she walked to the door, she seemed to remember something, turned back, and stretched out her hand directly: "Bring me the wallet."

The corner of Wen Congyuan's mouth moved, but in the end, he still had a dark face and took out his wallet.

Su Qiao grabbed it, took out the four or five hundred-yuan bills inside, and threw the bag back to him, a little unhappy: "That's all? It's not enough for me to buy a bottle of support."

Seeing that Su Qiao was going to be angry, the old lady who was drying clothes on the balcony hurried over and took out her small purse, and gave her four or five hundred dollars from it: "I still have it here."

"Hmph, that's about the same."

Su Qiao was not polite, took the money directly, hummed a song, turned around and went out the door.

Wen Congyuan stared at the brown wooden door that slammed shut with a terrifying gloom in his eyes.

The wallet in his hand slammed into the coffee table: "Bitch, dressed so revealingly, he must be meeting wild men again!"

The old lady sighed, rubbed her temples and sat on the sofa.

"Xiaoyuan, don't worry about what she's doing, we can't bear it if she goes crazy like this!"

"And look at her, she went out with an injury, and the people outside didn't know what to say about us."

"In the past two days, some people in the community have begun to point behind their backs. If this continues, these things will sooner or later become unbearable."

Wen Congyuan snorted coldly: "She is injured, but I am not injured?"

The big deal is that he also went out for a few laps. At most, people said that the two of them quarreled.

"Xiaoyuan, if your mother is begging you, you should divorce her! She is really crazy, and she doesn't know what will happen to you in the future."

This was all beaten twice in a row, and all the places covered by the clothes on the son's body were big and small red spots.

In this situation at home, it is not easy for them to go to the hospital. The son loves face and will not go to the hospital. He can only apply some medicine and stand firm.

Not even in the mood to go to class.

Wen Congyuan clenched his fists and gritted his teeth: "I'm not reconciled!"

"I paid so much for her, spent so much time and energy on her, and even took care of her family so well, how dare she treat me like this, I must make her pay!"