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"I...I really didn't know this was your home, it was all a misunderstanding.
You see, the door is not broken. I apologize to you. If you really can't afford it, you can pay for it. Don't take it to heart."
If Ma Suqin were still here at this moment, her jaw dropped, so docile and reasonable, would she still be the same Chang Benyong who tortured herself?
Qian Wen couldn't help but wonder, it turned out that the other party could still speak normally and be so polite.
With a hard look on his face, he said, "No!"
Chang Benyong, who was accompanying the smiling face, froze, and then the anger in his heart rose. He even agreed to discuss it, but the other party was still reluctant, but he quickly controlled it again.
Because, he saw an extra brick in the opponent's hand, the same one he just dropped on the ground, flashing in front of his eyes.
Chang Benyong's eyes followed the bricks up and down, ready to dodge at any time, and sweat stains appeared on his forehead nervously.
The small courtyard fell into silence.
The brick in his hand was like a cat-teasing stick, attracting Chang Benyong's eyes.
The eyeballs kept shaking, and they began to feel raw, dry, and slightly swollen, but Chang Benyong did not dare to blink, for fear that if he blinked, his brain would explode.
After a while, tears appeared in the dry eyes, mixed with the sweat streaking across the cheeks, and slowly slid down.
There was rapid movement but stillness. The bricks shaking in Qian Wen's hand suddenly stopped, and Chang Benyong's heart seemed to have stopped.
The scene at this moment was like a violent campus. Chang Benyong, who looked tough and tall, was miraculously the one who was bullied. He was submissive, with tears in his eyes and sweat hanging from his chin.
Qian Wen acted like a big brother, sitting on the bench, leaning forward slightly, holding a simple weapon in his hand, with amusement in his eyes.
Huhuhu~
Chang Benyong breathed rapidly, panting like an ox, and stared at Qian Wen closely.
It seems to be saying that killing people is nothing more than nodding to the ground and giving them pleasure.
Chang Benyong was horrified for a while. Qian Wen stopped teasing the other person. He just wanted the other person to remember this feeling and what it felt like to be the one being bullied.
Tick tock~
The sweat hanging under his chin dropped, and Chang Benyong blinked his dry eyes hard.
After seeing Chang Benyong's domineering behavior and seeing that Chang Benyong was now submissive, Sun Xiaomo looked down upon him.
"Have you ever been beaten?" Qian Wen suddenly asked.
Chang Benyong was stunned for a moment, with a puzzled face, "Are you asking... are you asking me?"
It seems that this problem should not fall on him.
"Nonsense, can I ask her?" Qian Wen hugged Sun Xiaomo, who was at the side.
I was wondering, 'Why is this thing so good?'
I also had acupuncture, but it looked like there was no hope for lunch. Sanli had also left. Why was she still here at the platform? Shouldn't she just stay there to cool down?
The thought flashed past, and Qian Wen continued to deal with Chang Benyong.
"No." Chang Benyong shook his head. The bad premonition surged in his heart, and his heart beat like a drum, making his face a little congested.
"No."
Qian Wen smiled brightly at Chang Benyong, stood up and patted his shoulder, saying in a friendly manner, "It's a rare occasion for me to come home and let me make up for your shortcomings in life.
You've always bullied others because of your big body and round waist. Let's change roles today and see what it feels like to be bullied.
Experience it."
Chang Benyong immediately understood that he was going to beat him.
He squatted down obediently and answered all questions. He just didn't want to be beaten. In the end, he was still going to be beaten, and he didn't just sit still and wait for death.
"Fuck it." Chang Benyong exerted force on his legs and supported himself with his hands, and quickly ran towards the gate.
If he didn't run, he would be a fool.
Qian Wen was startled, "Scold me?
You are indeed very brave, your name is not in vain."
The door was closed, but there was no lock. Chang Benyong approached the door in a few seconds. When the door was opened, a sunny avenue appeared. He only had to take a slight step to escape.
I was secretly happy.
As soon as one foot stepped out of the door, and as soon as the secret joy burst out, before it could bloom, a hand grabbed him from behind.
"Where are you going?
We haven't settled the last matter clearly, but you're talking nonsense again, so come here and let's have a good talk."
"Ahhhhhhh~"
Chang Benyong's face was filled with joy and he screamed and retreated.
He didn't want to go back, but his shoulder hurt and the severe pain made him unable to resist at all.
Qian Wen pinched Chang Benyong's pipa bones tightly. When he left the courtyard, Qian Wen raised his foot and closed the door with two bangs.
"Let's go home and chat."
Chang Benyong wanted to resist, but the lute bones were locked. He made any move and the opponent shook him. He surrendered in pain and was taken to the main room helplessly.
"I was wrong." Chang Benyong apologized with a painful face.
"No, no, no, I won't listen."
Qian Wen raised his foot and kicked Chang Benyong in the leg veins, causing Chang Benyong to kneel down suddenly.
"What's wrong with me?" Chang Benyong shouted in panic. His thigh suddenly became numb and he couldn't control it.
"What's wrong with me?
Please speak!"
Chang Benyong shouted in horror to Qian Wen who was looking for something in the main room. Qian Wen ignored him and continued to look for his own. He found what he was looking for under the bed in Qiao Zuwang's bedroom.
hemp rope.
In less than a minute, Chang Benyong hanged himself... Oh, that's wrong, it was Chang Benyong who was hung up and hung in the air.
"Woooooo~"
Chang Benyong's mouth had been blocked by him, and he could only twist wildly.
"The beams in my house are quite old. Don't swing around. The house will collapse because of you."
Qian Wen was putting a bandage on his hand, five knuckles were exposed, and his palm was tightly wrapped.
Then he punched a few times in the air in a standard manner, with bursts of whistling sounds.
Qian Wen nodded with satisfaction. Although he didn't know any boxing routines, he could still swing his fists with style as he had boxing skills at hand.
"Woooooo~"
Chang Benyong was so nervous that his fists were so strong that it was hard to hit him.
After making some gestures on Chang Benyong, Qian Wen suddenly turned to look at Sun Xiaomo and asked strangely, "Why...are you still here?"
He was about to do something bad, but why was there an ignorant witness at the scene?
Sun Xiaomo was stunned and didn't realize what she was doing. If she wasn't here, where should she be?
"You also want to punch me?" Qian Wen asked Sun Xiaomo, looking rude.
Sun Xiaomo shook her head hurriedly and took two steps back.
"Then why don't you go home? I'll treat you to dinner!" Qian Wen showed no mercy at all and kicked out the guest without any courtesy.
Sun Xiaomo really has no eyesight at all.
"Oh, oh oh oh..." Sun Xiaomo woke up and hurriedly turned to leave, but stopped again, looked at Qian Wen carefully, and reminded cautiously and worriedly, "It is wrong to hit someone.
And you promised Sanli."
Qian Wen is in trouble. This woman is really troublesome. Do they know each other well?
Don't think that because you appreciate her beauty, you have the right to speak.
"Walk!"
Qian Wen looked at her and said one word.
Sun Xiaomo hesitated, but under Qian Wen's eyes, she still moved towards the door step by step.
Qian Wen and Chang Benyong were alone in the main room. Qian Wen grinned, his smile was very warm, but in Chang Benyong's eyes, he looked like a devil.
"It's wrong to hit someone, I apologize to you first!"
Qian Wen bowed before a Taekwondo competition, and then said, "Ha~"
He kicked Chang Benyong in the stomach.
Polite, but not much!
Then……
Ha~
Ah hit~
Sun Xiaomo couldn't see clearly, but she might have heard it.
There were whining sounds, muffled cries of pain, and hot-blooded whirring sounds coming from inside.
She already had a picture in her mind. Chang Benyong was used as a punching bag and was punched and kicked by Sanli's eldest brother. The scene was simply cruel.
Standing at the gate, Sun Xiaomo's delicate body froze. At this moment, she really couldn't understand what kind of person Brother Sanli was.
In the past, she seemed very easy-going and didn't care about anything. Sometimes she was tough and didn't allow others to question her. Today she saw Fan again, who seemed to bully men and dominate women. She was confused. She must know that Brother Sanli is said to be a great writer. How could she...
…
When Sun Xiaomo was thinking wildly and was at a loss as to whether to stop or leave, there was a creaking sound and the door opened from the outside.
Qiao Zuwang walked in with a smile on his face.
Recently, he was very happy. The third college student was born in his family. There was smoke coming out of the ancestor's grave, which made the neighbors envious.
"Uncle Qiao." Sun Xiaomo called hurriedly.
"Well, Xiaomo, I'm here to see Sanli."
Qiao Zu was not surprised when he saw it was Sun Xiaomo. He had seen him several times before, but he had been sneaking around in the attic next door a few times.
"Huh?" Qiao Zuwang looked at the kitchen and saw that there was no smoke from the past. He asked strangely, "Why didn't you turn on the stove today? Is there anyone here?"
Sun Xiaomo's eyes were indifferent, what could she say?
Seeing that Sun Xiaomo was acting strangely, Qiao Zuwang gave her a hug and then walked towards the main room. He heard the sound coming from the main room, and he didn't know what they were doing.
"Qiao...Uncle Qiao."
Sun Xiaomo hurriedly stepped forward to stop Qiao Zuwang. The main room was inconvenient now.
"Either call me Uncle Qiao, or Uncle Qiao, or Uncle Qiao, I'm the youngest!" Qiao Zuwang was unhappy with being called old, snorted, walked around Sun Xiaomo in front of him and walked to the main room.
"It's not...I...Uncle Qiao, you can't go in." Sun Xiaomo said incoherently.
Whether he stopped him or not, Qiao Zuwang stepped into the main room with one foot, and the scene in the main room came into view.
Uh~
Qiao Zuwang burped fiercely.
He was startled.
An unknown man was hanging from the beam of their house, and then his eldest son seemed to be beating him.
"Young, I'm back from a walk.
How about together?"
Chang Benyong Qian Wen turned to look at Qiao Zuwang who suddenly came home and invited him warmly.
Together?
Should I be with you or hang from the rafters together?
Qiao Zuwang turned around and left. He didn't think he would be on the ground. He thought it was more likely to be above.
Uh~
Uh~
Uh uh uh~
The frightened Qiao Zuwang burped repeatedly and walked away, his legs and feet very agile.
Sun Xiaomo, who was standing at the door of the main room, looked at the open door and no one was there, then looked at Qian Wen in the main room, not knowing what to say.
Yawenba
These two people are strange.
In the main room, Qian Wen didn't really punch or kick Chang Benyong. Except for the first kick to scare people at the beginning, the rest were just shaking the rope and shouting to scare him.
In his own home, he tied up people and beat and kicked them. He didn't intend to bury the body. Chang Benyong was smarter. Did Qian Wen want to join the police and have free lunch for a few days?
Even some connections are not used in this way.
The purpose of tying up Chang Benyong was to frighten the other party so that we could have a smooth conversation for a while, or else we could say a few soft and hard words to ask him to stop harassing Ma Suqin. With Chang Benyong's habitual temper,
You may not necessarily listen.
I won't come to your house to find Ma Suqin's head office.
He didn't have time to play hide-and-seek with Chang Benyong.
In fact, he really wanted to vent his anger on Ma Suqin, after all, where is the current relationship between the two of them.
"Why haven't you left yet?" Qian Wen looked at Sun Xiaomo in surprise and reached out to the beam to ask, "How about we come together?"
"No, no, no, let's go now.
It's good to hang up and vent your anger, it's good, see you soon, Brother Qiao."
Sun Xiaomo left, and thoughtfully closed the door tightly, and foolishly put the lock on it to prevent anyone from entering by mistake.
Seeing the scene in the bedroom, she left with confidence.
Because there were no bloody scenes that she was imagining, it was just the frightened Chang Benyong himself who was babbling.
The house was finally quiet.
Qian Wen took a feather duster and used the tip of the stick to poke certain acupuncture points on Chang Benyong's body.
It looks ordinary, but it is no lighter than being punched or kicked directly. Some acupuncture points are extremely painful when poked, either because of cramping or itching.
It made Chang Benyong so miserable that he might as well give him a good beating. This was torturing him.
In the past, he couldn't care about what happened to Chang Benyong, because it had nothing to do with him, but now that Ma Suqin was his woman, he had to pay for the sins Ma Suqin had suffered for so many years.
Chang Benyong had blue veins popping up on his forehead, and tears couldn't stop flowing down. It was so torturous to ride on a horse.
"Woooooo~"
"Let me discuss something with you." Qian Wen said.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Chang Benyong endured the pain of two leg cramps and nodded repeatedly. He couldn't stand it anymore, so just give him a beating.
"Don't bother Ma Suqin anymore." Qian Wen said calmly.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
I don’t know if Chang Benyong heard what he said clearly, but he just nodded repeatedly.
"Did you agree?" Qian Wen asked.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
"What does woo woo mean?"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Chang Benyong wants to cry but has no tears. He doesn't want to moan, so you should untie my mouth.
After letting Chang Benyong swing on the swing for a while, the rope was untied for him.
Chang Benyong was lying on the ground, panting heavily, drooling all over the floor, and half of his cheeks were sticky.
Qian Wen squatted in front of him, "What did you promise me?"
"No more pestering Ma Suqin, believe me, I won't show up again."
Chang Benyong was already frightened, with fear in his eyes. He knew for the first time that it could make people miserable without punches or kicks.
"Well, be a good person, find a job, support yourself, beat up your own woman..." Qian Wen shook his head, "It's not impossible, but you must be confident, otherwise a man's spine will not be able to stand up to the sky."
"Let's go."
Qian Wen didn't care whether Chang Benyong heard it or not, and started chasing away the guests.
In fact, he originally wanted to set up a trap and let Chang Benyong smash an antique or something and go inside to use a sewing machine.
But after thinking about it for a while, I gave up, but the situation is still changing, tit for tat, don't you like to use force, then let's solve it with force.
Looking at it now, the effect is surprisingly good. Chang Benyong must have a deep understanding of the identity of a bullied and persecuted person.
Seeing that he could leave, Chang Benyong rolled and crawled and ran towards the gate.
But when Sun Xiaomo, who had committed a crime, left, he hung the door from the outside, and Chang Benyong was so desperate that he could not open the door.
With hope and hope dashed, Chang Benyong collapsed.
He pushed hard at the door, but he didn't dare to kick it down, causing the door to creak.
Qian Wen heard the noise in the main room and came out confused.
"Have you just entered my house?" Qian Wen glared, "If you like it, I'll sell it to you."
Chang Benyong turned around obediently, looked at Qian Wen carefully, pointed at the door, and whispered, "The door is locked."
Qian Wen blinked, 'Locked?'
When I went over to take a look, it was really true.
"That one did it with no heart!"
Qian Wen was speechless.
"Then...I..." Chang Benyong just wants to leave here quickly.
"Wait."
He glanced at Chang Benyong angrily, then Qian Wen stood at the base of the wall, stretched out his hand, grabbed the top of the wall, tightened his arms, and jumped out.
Chang Benyong was so dumbfounded that he couldn't even close his eyes.
This wall is not too high and out of reach, but how can it be easily climbed over?
He didn't dare to come to Qian Wen or Ma Suqin again.
Scared, scared.
When Chang Benyong left, he walked at full speed. As soon as he left the house, he ran away as fast as he could.
Qian Wen went back and put the hemp rope back far away. No one would cook for him today, so he had to have enough food and clothing.
"It's been a long time since I cooked by myself, and I feel a little rusty."
In the evening, Ma Suqin and the others came back, and they were all curious about what happened next. Qian Wen simply said, "After a friendly conversation, the other party promised not to pester Sister Suqin anymore."
Late at night, everything is silent.
Qian Wen's bedroom door was gently pushed open.
The lights were not turned on, only the night light on the desk showed its presence.
Dim yellow light illuminated the room.
A graceful figure stepped into the room with dancing light and shadow.
The steps are very light, as if barefoot.
The visitor is wearing a cheongsam, which outlines her extremely plump figure. Her slender white legs without any decorations are looming in the gap, which is fascinating. Her little white feet are as white as jade and they step directly on the ground. Her ten toes are round and naughty.
.
She has fair skin, flaming red lips, and long hair tied around her waist.
The temperament is charming, delicate and attractive.
He walked gently to Qian Wen's side, pressed his cheongsam back with his hand, and actually sat directly on the desk. The clothes were stretched very tight, especially on the chest and behind the buttocks, making him look enchanting.
The high heels were gently placed on the table, but it turned out that the shoes were lifted directly on the hand.
"Isn't it over yet?"
The voice is soft and charming.
"There are already more important things."
In front of the desk, Qian Wen lowered his head and looked at the people beside him.
The two eyes face each other.
Those eyes are full of spring.
it is more than words.
Qian Wen picked up the charming, alluring and pitiable Ma Suqin, held her in the princess's arms, and strode towards the soft bed.
Halfway there, after a pause, Qian Wen returned the same way.
Ma Suqin, who lowered her head and buried herself in his chest, was startled.
"Put on the high heels." Qian Wen said softly.
Ma Suqin pursed her lips, a rich blush hung on her cheeks, her eyes were shy, and she hooked her fingers on her high heels.
This night.
The moon is bright, the stars are numerous, and the spring scenery is sultry.
