At that moment, Ling Huanwu had just yawned while leaning against the door frame when she saw her former childhood sweetheart lying on the ground with blood all over his feet, and Zhou Shuyao curled up on the ground with his head in his hands.
"Honey, what are they doing in front of our house?"
Ling Huanwu clutched her chest and subconsciously looked at Zhou Jiuzhen, asking a question in confusion.
The moment she finished speaking, the eyes of the two people lying on the ground, one horizontal and one vertical, lit up simultaneously.
Zhou Shuyao's headache was gone, and Qin Jinshen's foot pain was gone. Both of them looked with wet eyes at the woman standing gracefully at the door.
I'm hoping this woman will come over and care about someone first, and help that person up.
But a sudden, loud, energetic voice shattered their illusions.
"Honey, come inside, it's cold outside..."
Zhou Jiuzhen glared at the two men on the ground whose eyes were fixed on his wife with ill intent, as if facing a formidable enemy.
He rushed over, pushed his bewildered and adorable wife into the house, and slammed the door shut.
The moment the door closed.
Zhou Shuyao turned his head and met Qin Jinshen's gaze; sparks of resentment flew between them.
I felt an inexplicable aversion to this stranger, and my anger surged.
"Comrade Zhao Ergou, haven't we met somewhere before? Why do you suddenly look so familiar?"
Qin Jinshen scrambled to his feet, dusted himself off, and sneered, "Comrade Zhou Shuyao, I don't know if you and I are acquainted, but I do know that you and Comrade Song Yaoyao are definitely acquainted!"
"Because...she's your wife, hahaha..."
One sentence was enough to break Zhou Shuyao's guard again, who had just gotten up, and he almost fell to the ground again.
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