Xiao Bing suppressed his laughter and walked into the house.
After being stunned for a moment, Guo Dajun stepped over the woman on the ground, picked up a stool and rushed over: "Where did you come from, you bastards?"
Xiao Bing raised his hand, grabbed and twisted it, and easily subdued Guo Dajun.
Chu Mu looked at this standard grappling move and tilted his head: [Huh? This move...why does it look a little familiar?]
Xiao Bing changed his movements without leaving any trace and pushed Guo Dajun onto a stool beside him: "I advise you not to move."
Xiao Bing is 189 cm tall, and his height alone is enough to scare Guo Dajun.
Combined with the skills he just demonstrated, Guo Dajun was certain that this was a martial artist he could not afford to offend.
"Brother Tugen, what do you mean?" Guo Dajun shouted at the top of his voice. "Why did you bring a group of people to demolish my house? How did I offend you?"
The old man was quite embarrassed. These young people looked like they had never done any housework, but how come they all acted like special forces soldiers?
Chu Mu walked over and helped the woman who had fallen to the ground.
[This person has been beaten into a national treasure, how can you still tell what he looks like? ]
In the original plot, this woman looked very similar to Qiao Qiao, so she attracted the attention of the original owner.
But with his face now bruised and swollen, not to mention being similar, even the outline of his facial features can't be seen.
Xiao Bing's eyes had habitually scanned the furnishings in the room.
He suddenly pointed at the wall and said, "Your wife is so beautiful, how could you have the heart to hit someone?"
On the wall that Xiao Bing pointed to, there happened to be a wedding photo in the style of an old-fashioned photo studio hanging.
[Haha, as expected of someone who has undergone infernal training, his observation skills are quite good. First-class merit is awarded to Xiao Baicai.]
Xiao Bing couldn't help but smile.
Chu Mu turned around and asked the cameraman who had just come in: "Does this kind of filming need to be blurred?"
——"Don't hit me! Let me see what a scumbag looks like!"
"All domestic violence men should die. He has no shame, so why are you still giving him a code?"
"Brother, please take wedding photos for me. I want to see a beauty that even Xiao Bing would approve of."
The PD camera moved around and took all the necessary shots before slowly applying the blurring effects.
Guo Dajun, who was sitting on a stool, couldn't help but curse: "What's the point of being pretty? She's just too pretty, like a vixen, that's why she messes around with other men!"
Being scolded by her own man like this, the woman did not even put up any resistance except crying with her head down.
Chu Mu noticed that there was a person standing in the corner of the room, so he walked over and asked: "Your mother is seriously injured. Is there any medicine at home?"
The man was silent for a while, then he said: "Wait a moment..."
Before the man had gone far, Guo Dajun started yelling again, "Look at him! Could that boy be my son? How does he look like me?"
The old man added quietly, "Da Jun wasn't like this before, but his son seems to be becoming less and less like him as he grows up. Just when there was a cuckold incident in the village, he became suspicious. He's a heavy drinker, and when he gets drunk, he beats women. As the beatings went on, it became as if he had tacitly accepted the affair."
Chu Mu frowned and looked at the woman who was still sobbing: "Sister, no matter what, domestic violence is wrong. If you really have no feelings for him, just divorce..."
"Hmph." A sneer interrupted Chu Mu. It was the real young master of the Qiao family who came back with medicine for his wounds.
He placed the ointment heavily in Chu Mu's hand and said, "It's just a matter of one willing to fight and the other willing to be beaten."
Soon, Chu Mu understood the meaning of this sentence.
Chu Mu handed the ointment to the woman, but she swept it away: "Who are you? Why are you coming to my house to make trouble? And you want me to divorce you? What are you thinking?"
Chu Mu rarely looked confused.
"What did she just say?" Chu Mu asked Xiao Bing for confirmation in disbelief.
"She said that the fate of others has nothing to do with women."
Chu Mu's lips trembled, and after a long while he uttered a word - "Fuck."
He, who had emotional problems, experienced his first peak of emotional fluctuation in this dimension at this moment.
Chu Mu clasped his hands together and said, "Respect, blessings, and goodbye."
After saying that, he jumped to the side with his hands and feet together, as if he wanted to get away from the woman.
Xiao Bing rubbed his palms: What should I do if it’s a little cute?
"Haha," Master Zhen sneered again, "I'm afraid your efforts are in vain. My mother—"
"My relationship with my man is great!" The woman, with a mottled face, dragged her feet towards the army. "Go away, all of you! Leave us alone."
Guo Dajun jumped up triumphantly, but was met with a glare from Xiao Bing, and sat back down with his neck shrunk. "Did you hear that? If she hadn't done anything wrong, would she be like this? She's so cheap and dirty. Without me to support her, who would want her?"
Chu Mu originally planned to leave, but when he thought of Qiao Qiao, he held back.
He deliberately walked in front of the wedding photo, allowing the camera to accidentally capture the entire photo.
"Your mother is really beautiful," Chu Mu said to the real young master of the Qiao family, "If you don't know her, you might think she is a celebrity."
"Huh? It looks like Qiao Qiao Guoguo!" The little curly-haired boy said while licking his fingers.
The other four little heads nodded at the same time: "Yeah, it looks like it!"
[Great assist, well done, much more reliable than Xiao Bing. I'll make them something delicious tonight.]
Delicious!
Five pairs of eyes lit up at the same time.
Curly didn't know why she was praised, but it didn't stop her from feeling happy:
"They look exactly like each other. There's a huge photo of Qiao Qiao Guoguo hanging in my dad's room. He looks just like this aunt."
The comments in the live broadcast room exploded because of Xiaowu's words.
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