Chapter 82 Shame on you!
There came a shout.
All eyes at the educated youth point were drawn over there.
A figure rushed into the educated youth site in a hurry. Among them was a woman who looked somewhat similar to Zhang Jiaojiao.
But she looks much more domineering than Zhang Jiaojiao.
Zhao Cuihua put her hands on her hips and yelled at the top of her voice, "Where is Zhao Zirui? Who is Zhao Zirui?"
"Tell him to get out of here! How dare you lead my daughter into the woods? Does my daughter not care about her reputation?"
The old educated youth had more or less heard some rumors about what was going on.
But they were clearing wasteland on the other side, and they didn't know what happened specifically. They only heard that Li Xinyue had a fight with the villagers in the village.
The reason for the fight was related to Zhao Zirui.
Since they came here as educated youth, their relationship with Murakami is not very good, so it is not appropriate to ask too much about some things.
When Zhao Cuilan came over, the old educated youth were all confused.
Song Yue glanced at Zhao Cuilan and continued to busy herself with her own things.
Since the matter has nothing to do with her, she naturally won't care.
"Who is Zhao Zirui?"
Zhao Cuilan saw that she had been shouting for a long time but no one responded.
She was furious, "There are so many people, and you don't even dare to fart?"
"What's the matter? You dare to do it but not to take responsibility, right?"
Wu Yun, the educated youth, rolled her eyes and looked at Song Yue, with a hint of coldness in her eyes.
She asked with a smile, "Song Zhiqing, is Zhao Zhiqing the same batch of educated youth who went to the countryside as you? Are you familiar with each other? Why don't you speak up for Zhao Zhiqing?"
Song Yue, who didn't want to meddle in other people's business, asked: "?"
Zhao Cuilan immediately asked, "Which one is the one with the surname Song?"
Wu Yun immediately said, "Aunt, the one holding the ladle in front of you."
Zhao Cuilan's eyes fell on Song Yue, who was closest to her.
Seeing Song Yue's pale face, as clean as a white steamed bun, she didn't know how much prettier she was than her daughter.
She was angry and jealous, and she cursed without thinking.
"You little bitch, next time you kill my precious daughter, okay?"
"Oh my god..."
Zhao Cuilan rolled up her sleeves and rushed towards Song Yue.
Jiang Xuemei saw that Zhao Cuilan had misunderstood and wanted to speak out to stop her, but it was too late, "Hey, Auntie, don't..."
She turned around and questioned Wu Yun angrily,
"Wu Zhiqing, how could you be like this? You knew that Song Zhiqing and Zhao Zhiqing were having a conflict and were not familiar with each other, yet you still dragged Song Zhiqing out!
Liu Zhiqing, who got along well with Zhao Zhiqing and the others, was standing there. Why didn't you pull Liu Zhiqing out but instead pulled Song Zhiqing out? ”
The other old educated youth were somewhat dissatisfied with Wu Yun's approach. They frowned and looked unhappy.
Wu Yun seemed not to notice the unhappiness in the others' eyes.
She stared at Song Yue and said, "Because she, Song Yue, offended me, but Liu Wei didn't offend me."
…
Song Yue looked at Zhao Cuilan who was rushing over, scooped a bucket of cold water from the bucket next to her, and poured it at Zhao Cuilan.
"Ah!" Zhao Cuilan was splashed with water in the face and stopped screaming.
She wiped the water off her face carelessly, and when she saw her clothes were soaked, she was so angry that she cursed, "You little bitch!"
Zhao Cuilan was about to pounce again with her teeth bared.
Song Yue reached into the pot and scooped up some hot water. She looked at Zhao Cuilan coldly and asked, "Come over and try again?"
"That was a bucket of cold water, and this is a bucket of freshly boiled water. Do you want to try to scald your face with boiling water?"
Zhao Cuilan glared, "How dare you!"
Song Yue raised her hand and poured it over.
"Ah!" Zhao Cuilan screamed in fright and turned back.
The hot water was poured onto the spot where Zhao Cuilan had been standing previously.
Zhao Cuilan's eyes widened, unable to believe that Song Yue really dared to throw hot water on her, "You crazy woman, you..."
Song Yue interrupted directly, "Compared to you, I'm still a long way behind."
"First, Zhao Zirui is not here. Second, you are not as good as me in fighting with your daughter. Third, if you dare to say another word, I promise to break your legs."
Song Yue finished speaking quickly without looking at Zhao Cuilan's expression.
She turned to look at Chen Xuejun, "Chen Zhiqing, you are the person in charge of the Zhiqing group, isn't this your business?"
Song Yue pointed at Zhao Cuilan and said, "If you don't care, I will break her legs."
Chen Xuejun had seen how powerful Song Yue was, and he knew that if Song Yue could speak the words, he would dare to do it.
In order to avoid any accidents.
He nodded quickly and said, "Take care of it."
Chen Xuejun hurried over to deal with Zhao Cuilan, "Aunt, this is indeed a misunderstanding."
Song Yue turned her gaze to Wu Yun and threw the scoop on her body into the bucket.
She strode towards Wu Yun.
Chen Xuejun saw this and knew something was wrong, so he immediately called out to Song Yue, "Song Zhiqing!"
Wu Yunxiao realized something was wrong and immediately stood up and ran into the house.
Song Yue rushed over, blocked Wu Yun's way, and kicked Wu Yun on the knee.
Oh shit!
If the tiger doesn't show its might, you'd think she's a sick cat, right?
Shame on you for giving me face!
Wu Yun screamed and knelt on one knee in front of Song Yue.
Song Yue grabbed Wu Yun's hair and pulled her to the table.
Bang Wu Yun's head against the table.
Every time you hit it.
Wu Yun screamed, "Ah!"
"ah!"
Bang, bang, bang…
The educated youth had never seen such a scene before and were completely frightened.
Zhao Cuilan looked at the situation and felt a chill on her back. She couldn't help but shiver.
…
I don't know how many times I hit it.
Song Yue lifted Wu Yun's head again and looked into her eyes.
Song Yue smiled and asked, "Aren't you quite talkative?"
Wu Yun was trembling, tears welling up in pain, and she couldn't make a sound.
Song Yue pulled the hair hard, her voice became colder, "Speak!"
Zhu Jing couldn't bear to watch it any longer, so she gritted her teeth and said, "Song Yue, you..."
Song Yue looked over with a knife-like look, "Whoever dares to speak for her, I will beat her too."
When Zhu Jing saw that Song Yue was full of murderous aura, his face turned pale and he immediately shut up.
Wu Yun trembled and uttered with difficulty, "I..."
“I want…” “I want…”
Song Yue smashed Wu Yun's head again, "Bang!"
This time even the table shook a few times.
Song Yue grabbed Wu Yun again and said, "Speak!"
Wu Yun yelled at the top of her lungs, "I'm going to sue you! I'm going to report you to the police!"
Song Yue let go of Wu Yun and pushed her forward, "Go."
Wu Yun's body was unstable and she sat down on the ground.
Song Yue looked down at Wu Yun and said, "Go now, immediately."
"If you don't go, you'll kill my grandson."
Wu Yun ignored the pain on her forehead and tried to get up.
Song Yue smiled and said, "I want to see whether the police will punish those who framed him, spread rumors, undermine collective unity, and make small moves below, or punish those who were framed and fought back in anger."
Wu Yun paused as she stood up and looked at Song Yue, "When did I frame you? When did I destroy the unity of the group?"
"You are framing me now!"
The look Wu Yun gave Song Yue was almost spitting fire!
Song Yue chuckled and pointed in the direction of Zhao Cuilan.