Su Lixiu looked at the scarves and hairpins in the trash can and wanted to pick them up, but she was too embarrassed to do so.
“Ahh…”
Suddenly, the sound of little Qiping crying was heard in the yard.
Xiao Qi rarely cries, let alone cries as loudly as he does now.
So when Zhang Fengxia heard Xiao Qiping's crying, she was so panicked that she rushed out.
Su Lixiu hesitated for a moment, then quickly picked up the scarf and hairpin from the trash can, patted them, and stuffed them into her pocket.
In the yard, the remains of picture books were scattered all over the yard.
Little Qiping sat on the ground, crying so hard that snot bubbles came out of his nose.
Su Lihong's son Wu Xiaoliang was holding a picture book in his hand, tearing it apart with great effort, and throwing the torn pages all over the yard.
Zhou Xiuqiao also rushed out from the kitchen when she heard her son crying.
Seeing her son sitting on the ground crying, Zhou Xiuqiao rubbed her hands on her apron and picked up little Qiping.
"Grandma, Wu Xiaoliang tore up my picture book." Little Qiping saw Zhang Fengxia coming out and cried to complain.
She was crying sadly while saying this.
"So what if it's torn? Who told you not to give it to me?" Wu Xiaoliang raised his little face with a fierce look.
"You stupid kid, you tore up your cousin's book, and you still think you're right?!" Su Lihong pretended to pat Wu Xiaoliang on the back.
That gentle movement wasn't even enough to brush off the dust.
"If he doesn't give it to me, I'll tear up his books. I'll tear up all of them." Wu Xiaoliang said as he tried to grab the only remaining picture book on Xiao Qi's bench.
Seeing this, Zhang Fengxia quickly picked up the book.
Wu Xiaoliang was a step too slow and failed to grab the comic book. He kicked Zhang Fengxia a few times in anger.
The chatter in the yard was too loud and Shen Zhihuan couldn't fall asleep. She would rather lie on the bed and read a book than go out and be forced to work.
Hearing Xiao Qiping crying sadly, Shen Zhihuan grabbed his clothes, put them on and jumped off the bed.
As soon as I opened the door, I saw Su Lihong's son kicking and stomping Zhang Fengxia.
Shen Zhihuan turned around and went back to the house, grabbed the feather duster in the vase and went over.
Weren't his feet itchy? Shen Zhihuan whipped his feet.
Although he was wearing thick clothes in winter, Shen Zhihuan exerted force on his hands, and just one move made him howl like a ghost.
Seeing her own son being beaten, Su Lihong refused to obey and stretched out her hand to block it. Shen Zhihuan had not used much force before, and now she was asking for a beating, so Shen Zhihuan naturally would not hold back and started to whip her arm violently.
Seeing her daughter and grandson being beaten, Wang Chunmei, who had been sitting there watching the show, could no longer sit still and stood up to run to Shen Zhihuan.
Su Ziyu's face darkened and he stood in front of Wang Chunmei.
"Aunt, weren't you sitting very steadily just now? Why can't you sit still now?" The cold voice was chilling to the bone.
"Lihong is your...cousin after all. How can you...let your wife...beat...her?" Wang Chunmei had always been afraid of Su Ziyu. Now, after being glared at by his deep black eyes, she, who was usually eloquent, couldn't even speak clearly.
"When did Second Aunt see me indulging her? If you want to say who indulged her, it was Su Lihong who indulged her son to kick my mother. My son was ignorant, and it was because his parents did not teach him well. They couldn't even teach their own son well. Who should she hit?" Su Ziyu's face was full of coldness.
Wu Jun, who was originally standing behind the crowd, shrank back in fear.
Su Ziyu is about 1.8 meters tall, and just standing there motionless gives people a strong sense of oppression.
Not to mention, he still has a fierce look on his face.
"Zhihuan, how could you hit your cousin? Why don't you stop?" Seeing Su Lihong grimacing in pain, Zhang Fengxia tried hard to hold back her laughter.
The person had already been taught a lesson, and when Zhang Fengxia spoke up, Shen Zhihuan naturally stopped while he was ahead.
Su Lihong was in so much pain that tears came out of her eyes, but having been used to being oppressed by Su Ziyu since childhood, she didn't dare to argue in front of Su Ziyu except cursing in her heart.
She would never forget the snake on that bed.
She was nine years old at that time, and he was ten years old...
Just because she called her aunt a rotten-hearted woman, that night, her bed was filled with snakes.
"Su Ziyu, why don't you take care of your wife? You are too harsh." Zhang Fengxia glared at Su Ziyu in a pretentious manner.
"Your wife went to the army the day before, and had a fight with the deputy regiment commander's wife the next day. A few days later, she poured boiled beef on the head of the chief's wife. Finally, she put all the money in my immediate chief's pocket into her own pocket. How can I manage such a wife?" Su Ziyu spread his hands.
Shen Zhihuan was so angry at his asking for a beating that he raised his leg and kicked him in the calf.
Zhang Fengxia: “…”
Fighting with the deputy head's wife?
Zhang Fengxia looked up and down at Shen Zhihuan's frail body that looked like it could be blown away by the wind...
There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!
Su Changjiang: “…”
Throwing boiled beef on the head of the leader’s wife?
Su Changjiang looked at Shen Zhihuan's fair, clean, well-behaved little face...
The second branch of the Su family: "..."
Did she put all the money in the chief's pocket into her pocket? The people from the second branch of the Su family looked at Shen Zhihuan's deceptive face, and then looked at Xu Jiaojiao's face covered with chloasma due to pregnancy, and they all showed a little disgust.
"See! In order to avoid being beaten less in the future, I'd better say less!" Su Ziyu sighed pretentiously.
"Su Ziyu!" Shen Zhihuan really wanted to kick him to death.
He is shameless, but she still wants it!
"Okay! Okay! My wife is the most gentle. What I said just now was all groundless and malicious slander." Su Ziyu said with doting.
“……”It’s better not to explain like this.
Shen Zhihuan's feet are itchy!
I really want to kick someone!
"My second uncle lied. My second aunt would never hit anyone. It must be those bad guys who bullied my second aunt, so my second aunt hit them."
Little Qiping twisted his body and struggled to get off his mother, imitating Shen Zhihuan's behavior and raising his foot to kick Su Ziyu.
I don’t know if he overestimated the length of his legs or was afraid, but after kicking, he didn’t care whether he hit the target or not, and quickly ran behind Shen Zhihuan.
Zhou Xiuqiao was confused: "..."
Is your second uncle someone you can kick? Su Zijun in the crowd: "..."
Sure enough, I got beaten less often.
Su Lili who just came back: "..."
It's true that a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger! Su Lihong, who forgot the pain, said: "..."
This kid is doomed! "Second Aunt, Second Uncle is going to beat me." Little Qiping, who realized it later, started to get scared.
"No, your second uncle loves little Qiping the most. How could he bear to hit you?" Shen Zhihuan handed the feather duster in his hand to Su Ziyu and hugged the trembling little guy in his arms.
"Second Aunt is lying. Second Uncle obviously loves you the most." The little girl cried and hugged Shen Zhihuan's neck.
(End of this chapter)