Tang Jian has lived a life of great success these days.

At home, his wife An Qi obeyed him and served his life like a slave. However, Tang Jian did not appreciate it at all. Instead, he beat and scolded him. He always found an excuse to scold An Qi. The foot washing water was a little hotter, and he kicked him over and drew An Qi who was squatting down to wash his feet.

Looking at An Qi who was soaked in a mess by water, Tang Jian's mentality was slightly balanced. He didn't think he was doing this too much, but instead thought that this was An Qi's due punishment.

Who told her to cheat, who asked her to look for a wild man outside? This kind of slut should teach her a lesson.

If she lived in ancient times, women like An Qi should have grabbed "pig cages" or used the habits in Tang Jian's hometown village, stripped their whole body and hung two broken shoes on their necks, and led them to parade with ropes. This is the fate that the bitch should have.

It’s a pity that now is a society ruled by law, and Tang Jian dares not risk violating the criminal law to do such things.

However, in the small space of the family, Tang Jian had to impose some minor punishments on his legal wife, which was not enough for the crime, and neighbors would not care about such trivial matters.

However, what made Tang Jian a little unhappy was that he repeatedly used various tricks to torture An Qi, but An Qi never cried and cursed, quarreled, or started to fight with him as he expected.

No matter how her husband insulted her, An Qi always endured her expressionlessly, without arguing, no resistance, and no begging, and did her duties like a robot.

Tang Jian knocked over the foot wash water, and she went to bring a new basin; Tang Jian poured all the food on the table, and An Qi went to cook it again, and the dishes changed; Tang Jian hit people from time to time, and An Qi just protected her face and let him beat him elsewhere...

For such a wife, after Tang Jian vented his anger for a moment, a deeper resentment aggravated.

He didn't like An Qi's reaction after being abused, he was more like a robot than a living person.

Even if Tang Jian cannot have a normal wife, he still needs to have a normal venting object. An Qi, who has no response to his insults, cannot balance Tang Jian's mentality.

He won't just give up like that.

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It was the weekend. After lunch, Tang Jian slowly moved out of the house.

While eating just now, because the fish thorns were not removed, Tang Jian spitted the rice in his mouth on An Qi's face and asked her to do it again.

Seeing An Qi's food scraps on her face, but she went to clean up without complaints and remade them, Tang Jian felt secretly happy.

However, Tang Jian didn't eat any fish that An Qi had worked hard to make again, so he put down his chopsticks and walked out the door.

Tang Jian was not concerned about food, he was just trying to find fault and torture An Qi.

This little bit of satisfaction made Tang Jian’s steps lighter and made him more excited on the mahjong table in the afternoon.

Recently, Tang Jian’s mahjong has become bigger and bigger, from 10 yuan to 20 yuan per word, to 30 yuan, to 50 yuan now, it is already the highest-end mahjong table in the community club.

However, Tang Jian's skills are getting better and better. Although the chips have become larger, he has won more times, and as a result, he has won more money.

Winning money is of course a happy thing. Tang Jian on the mahjong table kept smiling on his face, and his voice was the biggest, and he felt like he was giving instructions and swaying squareness.

The victory on the mahjong table reminded Tang Jian of the feeling of drawing a blueprint at the design institute and those days he was in his prime.

However, in comparison, the money you win on the mahjong table is much higher than the salary of the design institute. The chips of a table are enough to draw several blueprints that year.

Tang Jian was happy in it. Here, he could forget his first half of his life, his fragile body tortured by illness, and most importantly, he could forget his wife's betrayal.

Moreover, in addition to the pleasure of winning money from mahjong, Tang Jian has recently found a new fun.

Their table has too high chips. There are not many mahjong friends who are rich or willing to spend money to play such mahjong. Not long ago, something happened to happen to be that rich new mahjong friend came recently to fill the gap.

To be precise, this is a rich little woman, who calls herself Luo Xiaoxiang. She is about her early 20s and looks so beautiful that she is so beautiful that she is very brave. She is also very brave to wear it. She is wearing a small suspender with her breasts and a small skirt that is so arrogant that she can wear it on the mahjong table. The three men on the table are restless, and their eyes are looking at Erbian on the table. The cards in her hands are not played smoothly, and the bad cards are also released several times.

Since Luo Xiaoxiang appeared, except for Tang Jian, the men on this table of mahjong have lost more than they won, and all the money has been won by Tang Jian and Luo Xiaoxiang.

Tang Jian was naturally very glorious. Not only did he win money, but he also found that Luo Xiaoxiang had an extraordinary attitude towards him.

When Luo Xiaoxiang was choosing a seat, she liked to sit next to Tang Jian. From time to time, she glanced at him with her big eyes painted with blue eyeshadow and long mascara. Or she pretended to be an ignorant tone and asked Tang Jian in a sweet voice. When she got up to draw cards, she always liked to reach out to Tang Jian, and deliberately or unintentionally rubbed the chest that was stretched out by her bra to his arm. When she played a mahjong, she always liked to swing her long hair spread over her shoulders to Tang Jian.

This sweep, with the strong perfume smell on her body and the natural body odor of a woman, penetrated into Tang Jian's nose and other parts of Tang Jian's body, making him itchy, and the other places were hot, and his body and mind were moving.

Although Tang Jian looked sick, he was not a fool. Before he got sick, he had a trick on women, otherwise he would not have been able to catch An Qi.

In his opinion, Luo Xiaoxiang's movements and expressions were all manifestations of the germination of spring heart, and this little woman must have fallen in love with her.

Those who come to play mahjong are usually middle-aged and elderly men over 40 years old. The proportion of women is not high. If there are any, they are housewives whose husbands are often away from home. If these women either grow up, they will either throw their children to their mother-in-law to take care of them, soak on the mahjong table all day long to spend their days with mahjong for entertainment.

It is conceivable that the women on the mahjong table have a life that is not only psychological but also physical. As mahjong friends on the mahjong table, they usually play and chat together, and have midnight snacks when they are late, which is more time than her husband and family.

Over time, the more you play mahjong, the more you become, and the more you become more and more skilled, as long as a man takes some thought, he can easily get his girlfriend to bed. Mahjong fills the emptiness of their lives, and mahjong fills the emptiness of their bodies, which can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

Therefore, 90% of the men and women on the mahjong table have one another, while some have more than one leg.

Tang Jian certainly knew something about this kind of situation, and some middle-aged women expressed that meaning to him, but he despised the middle-aged women for being too ugly and looked down upon.

The little woman who came this time has a higher appearance and figure than the middle-aged woman in the Majiang Institute. Not only is she of the same grade, but she is not inferior to An Qi. She also has bold and bold movements and is quite charming, which is much better than the wood at home.

When Luo Xiaoxiang came, of course she was targeted by those middle-aged men who were interested. However, although she was bold and unrestrained, she did not give them a good look. She acted unusually in front of Tang Jian, as if she was determined to be taken by him.

Tang Jian is a confident person. Although he is unemployed and still a sick man, he looks pretty good. He just plays cards and wins money. This is a plus in the eyes of women.

No matter what, Tang Jian is better than the other two bad old men on the mahjong table.

Since this little woman has arrived at her door, why don’t she eat her?
Chapter completed!