In fact, Song Lang secretly lay on the wall and watched the show for a while, until Li Zhuzhen was really about to be bullied, and finally showed up.
"Who is that bitch?" Chen Laoha, who was knocked to the ground by Song Lang's punch, stood up and cursed. The door was obviously locked, but why did a person suddenly appear? Chen Laoha was a little confused.
Little did he know that Song Lang had climbed over the wall to get in.
"Chen Laoha, you are so shameless, your own daughter-in-law wants to have sex too!" Song Lang patted Li Zhuzhu on the shoulder, blocked her behind him, pointed at Chen Laoha and cursed.
"You care about me? What can I do if I just want to have sex with my daughter-in-law? I spent so much money to marry her, isn't it just to do it in bed?"
Chen Laoha is full of nonsense, but he is still confident.
"Whose child are you? You dare to interfere in my business!" Song Lang's voice was only fourteen or fifteen years old. His voice was still a little immature, and his body was a little thin. Chen Laoha knew that this was a half-grown child, so he didn't feel very satisfied.
Scared. But because it was night, the lights in the yard were not turned on, and Chen Laoha drank a little too much, so he did not recognize the boy who was famous for fighting tigers in the village.
"I'm really convinced that you can say this!" Song Lang sneered twice.
"You bitch! Today I will let you know what an iron fist is." Chen Laoha cursed and punched Song Lang and Li Zhenzhu.
"Ah~~!" Li Zhuzhu screamed when she saw Chen Laoha rushing towards him.
Although this Chen Lao Ha is a fool, he has some real skills in his hands. Two or three ordinary men may not be able to defeat Chen Lao Ha.
But when he saw Song Lang, this young man who was famous for fighting tigers in Qingshan Town, with skills that even tigers couldn't help him, he became quiet again.
"Er Yezi (Er Yezi = shemale = idiot)!" Song Lang sneered again when he saw Chen Laoha dared to attack him.
Chen Laoha smelled of alcohol and came with a fist, but Song Lang blocked Chen Laoha's fist with a slight wave of his hand: "Chen Laoha, the whole village said you were a fool. I didn't believe it before.
Now I believe it!"
Chen Laoha was slightly startled, not because of Song Lang's words, but because his fist was blocked by the young boy in front of him.
"My fists are not made of iron, but my fists are made of iron. It hurts when hit on my body!" Song Lang suddenly punched out, and the circle was as fast as lightning. Chen Laoha didn't even react.
They all gave me a hard punch.
"Ouch, Song Lang is going to kill someone!"
Chen Laoha clutched his stomach, squatted on the ground and shouted Song Lang's name in pain, but he lost the prestige he had just now.
With the ray of moonlight just now, Chen Laoha saw clearly the appearance of that boy. It was the famous tiger-fighting boy in Qingshan Town, Song Lang!
Song Lang is the rich second generation in the village. Not only is his family rich, he is also very capable and can go up the mountain to fight tigers. Although Chen Laoha is also good at martial arts, compared with this famous tiger fighting boy, he is not.
The difference is more than one level. If the two of them fight, he will be tortured one-sidedly.
And Song Lang's family is very wealthy, and Chen Laoha's family only has a few acres of thin farmland, and he can't afford to offend this man!
He couldn't beat him, so Chen Laoha could only act like a rogue and roll on the ground, because if he didn't act pitiful, he was afraid that Song Lang would beat him.
"Chen Laoha, I'm not going to kill you, why are you pretending to be a coward?" Song Lang looked at Chen Laoha rolling on the ground, with a strong sense of contempt in his tone. He is really a fool.
"Song Lang, why did you show up at my daughter-in-law's house? And you even hugged my daughter-in-law!" Chen Laoha suddenly stood up and pointed at Song Lang's nose and asked.
"..."
Before Song Lang expressed his position, Li Zhenzhen suddenly became anxious, with a panic on her face. She had indeed hugged Song Lang just now in desperation, and it was indeed difficult to explain this matter.
Li Zhenzhen is the little daughter-in-law of the village, and she is also a widow, while Song Lang is just a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old, and Song Lang sneaked into his home after dark. When word spread, it must be she, Li Zhenzhu, who hooked up with the villagers