Hu Yan came to visit every now and then, asking for good food, delicious drinks, moving in together, and money to send to the flower house.
My wife and son can't stand it anymore.
He directly asked the nurse at home to give Hu Yan a good beating and throw him out of the house.
Completely heartbroken.
Hu Yan was lying in the shack, full of resentment, shouting at the top of his lungs for no reason.
In his opinion, his wife is his wife, his son is his son, and their money is his money.
Use it however you like!
Why throw it out to him, why don’t you give him flowers, why don’t you serve him?
Hu Yan was filled with unwillingness and anger.
The only reason he had left told him that he couldn't beat him, not to mention that the son he was trying to vent his anger on at the beginning was already a tall man and he couldn't beat him.
Even the servants who look after the house and the home can beat him to death.
Reporting to the official is useless.
Hu Yan tried it, but the yamen officer beat him up again and said that since the sale and purchase deeds were all there, his wife and children had nothing to do with him.
Hu Yan couldn't understand why it didn't matter?
My wife has slept in the same bed, and my son is also his son, so why should I ignore him?
"Why~~~!"
Hu Yan roared at the top of his lungs.
At this time, a hoarse voice sounded in his heart:
"Are you unwilling to do so? Are you very resentful?"
"Do you want to take revenge on them?"
"Do you want to take back all the things that should belong to you?"
Those sounds kept ringing, as if they were magical.
Hu Yan himself couldn't see that his bloodshot eyes were slowly turning into pure black.
Like two black coal balls.
Above his head, endless resentment was summoned, and gradually condensed into the shape of a hunched rat.
"I can take back everything you lost for you."
"I can avenge you on the person you want to avenge."
"I can let you live the life of your dreams."
"Do you want to?"
The resentment on Hu Yan's head condensed into substance. The stall owner's resentment was pulled away by countless small hands, and he reappeared in the world with difficulty, pain, and a distorted face.
Just waiting for Hu Yan to say "wish", the stall owner's resentment will devour his flesh and blood, squeeze out the last bit of resentment, and completely revive.
Just say "wish"!
Of course Hu Yan was willing, he had dreamed about it.
"I......"
He murmured, and just as he was about to speak, he stepped down with his big foot.
He stepped on Hu Yan's head and pushed him directly into the soil outside the shack.
The soil is muddy and made of a mixture of dirt, feces, urine, etc.
Half of Hu Yan's face was stepped on, and he immediately began to dance and struggle. He swallowed several mouthfuls without making a sound.
"He doesn't want to!"
The owner of Bigfoot didn't think he was an outsider and answered on Hu Yan's behalf.
The stall owner was almost furious with his complaints.
This is just like a complicated wedding with three matchmakers and six certificates. After a whole set of procedures, the wedding is about to take place. However, when the hijab is lifted, the bride says: I’m here.
Same thing.
"Chen Yang!"
The stall owner's resentment soared to the sky, and he was filled with grief and anger.
"it's me."
Chen Yang exerted force on his feet to ensure that Hu Yan couldn't stab him, and said with a smile: "I'm not surprised, I'm not surprised."
I'm pleasantly surprised.
I'm surprised.
It is true that the stall owner is complaining, frightened and frightened.
"Do you want to ask, how do I know you will wake up in six hours?"