As soon as she finished speaking, she got out of the car first and slammed the door.
Zhao Dong couldn't help but feel a little funny when he saw her swaying step by step. How could he still say that he was not drunk?
Although Wang Ruyue's steps were messy, she walked extremely fast. Before the two people on the other side could react, she had already slapped them away.
She also yelled and cursed, "Bitch woman, you sleep with men even in my house!"
The crisp sound of slaps is like blowing a battle horn.
The woman who was beaten was stunned for a moment, then started wailing like crazy, crying, making trouble, and hanging herself. It was a proper vixen method.
"Damn it, you've rebelled against me, let me see if I don't beat you to death today!" The man couldn't bear to lose face, he cursed, and slapped him with his backhand.
Wang Ruyue exclaimed and fell to the ground. She covered her face, her hair was messy, and she looked very embarrassed.
Zhao Dong frowned, no matter who made the move first, it is always dishonorable for a man to hit a woman.
He hesitated for a moment, and finally got out of the car. Being blown by the cold wind, he felt a little energetic.
The matter is already obvious. Two women are jealous over a man. Should they intervene?
While he was hesitating, the woman who was beaten refused to let go. She scratched her and kept yelling, "Old woman, go to hell!"
Wang Ruyue's two fists were hard to beat with four hands, and she soon became unable to withstand the attack.
Zhao Dong sighed, he was still too soft-hearted!
He yelled from a distance, "Stop!"
When the fat man saw someone approaching, he cursed again, "Damn it, you bitch, how dare you fall out with me today? It turns out you found a pretty boy to support you!"
Zhao Dong reminded him, "Keep your mouth clean!"
"You are so numb, let me see if I don't kill you today!" The fat man took advantage of his weight and hit Zhao Dong's door with his fist.
But in fights, weight has never been a factor. First, it depends on who strikes hard, and second, who strikes quickly.
The fat man didn't care about either. Before he could get closer, he was already kicked in the lower abdomen and took several steps back. Zhao Dong had to be merciful.
Before Zhao Dong could speak again, a cool breeze came from behind him, accompanied by the sound of something hitting the back of his head, fast and hard!
The danger signal had just exploded in his mind, and his body had already reacted. As he flashed sideways, a fist shadow grazed his ear.
The other party actually had a helper, and he didn't notice it from the beginning to the end?
Zhao Dong was horrified in his heart, and he was mostly sober from the wine.
But after all, it was still a little slow, and there was a sharp pain in the lower part of the waist. With a muffled groan in the mouth, the whole person flew out!
Zhao Dong adjusted his posture before landing on the ground, but he still fell to pieces. Qi and blood surged in his lower abdomen, and his throat became tight.
He propped himself up and took a look. The man who attacked him was in his early thirties, with dark complexion, a peaked cap on his head, and an indescribably stern look on his face.
Zhao Dong has some confidence in his own skills. Even when he is drunk, he will not let people get close to him easily. This guy is not simple, he is an absolute master!
Thinking about this, he finally figured it out. The Emotional Wang Ruyue had known for a long time that the other party had a helper, so why did he call him?