Mrs. Tan was stroking Yang Huamei's thick back while persuading Old Yang.
"It's just a dog, and it can't eat much food."
"It has been with Mei'er for several months. If you send it away, Mei'er will have to die of sadness?"
Hearing what Tan said, Yang Huamei shouted again.
"Mom, wealth is my life and heart. If you give it away, I won't live anymore!"
When Tan heard this, he became anxious.
"You are my mother's life and heart. If you don't live, my mother won't survive either!"
Seeing the mother and daughter hugging each other and crying, Old Yangtou was so angry that he almost vomited blood.
"Get used to it, get used to it, and keep getting used to it."
"I don't care about this matter. I'll come back later and Lao San and the others will come over. You can answer your own questions!"
Old Yang said, turning back and walking towards the door of the house.
Mrs. Tan gnashed her teeth and cursed from behind: "Three-bedroom, three-bedroom, you are afraid of the third-bedroom, but we are not!"
"You've been tough all your life, and now you're getting timid in your old age. How shameless are you?"
The sound of Lao Yang slamming the door and leaving could not stop Tan's abuse.
Lao Yangtou walked out of the yard with a dark face, and went to drink with Lao Chentou and the others to relieve his boredom!
Here, Mrs. Tan is still hugging Yang Huamei and coaxing her.
"Don't panic, don't say that Wangcai hasn't bitten Xiao An yet."
"Even if it does get bitten, it won't be a problem, it's just a puppy!"
"He dropped it on his head, and it has nothing to do with you."
"Don't be afraid, Meier. If anything happens, Mom will support you!"
"Mom, I'm hungry..."
"Okay, what do you want to eat? Mom will fix it for you!"
"Poached eggs, add more sugar and lard!"
"Okay, you rest in the room. When you're tired, lie down on the bed for a while. Mom will bring it to the room for you when it's ready."
"Oh, mother, don't worry, hurry up, I'm really hungry..."
Mrs. Tan kicked her little feet and went to the kitchen to cook poached eggs for Yang Huamei.
Yang Huamei was in the room and brought Wangcai to the table.
He took a piece of maltose from the cabinet and took a bite by himself.
Just give Wangcai a lick.
Take another bite by yourself.
"How to make money? Is maltose delicious?"
She asked Wangcai with a smile.
Wangcai was wagging his tail, staring at the maltose in Yang Huamei's hand, and the candy was dripping down.
"This candy is for you."
"Do a good job today. From now on, you will bite whoever I ask you to bite."
"If you bite well, I will also reward you..."
"boom!"
The door of the house was suddenly kicked open by someone from outside.
Yang Huamei turned around and saw Yang Ruoqing blowing into the room like a gust of wind.
Yang Huamei's heart tightened.
"Damn you, fat girl, this house is not your place, get out!"
Yang Huamei raised her finger and pointed at the door of the house, shouting angrily.
Yang Ruoqing glanced at Yang Huamei and Wangcai, who was eating maltose on the table behind Yang Huamei.
She narrowed her eyes.
A cold murderous intent burst out from his eyes.
Yang Huamei was shocked by Yang Ruoqing's aura.
She swallowed her saliva and gave instructions for prosperity.
"Go, bite her!"
The sweetness of maltose has not yet dissipated from your mouth.
Wangcai looked up and saw that the person who wanted it to attack was Yang Ruoqing.
He instinctively took a step back.
But Yang Huamei slapped the table and scolded Wangcai: "Do you still want to eat? Go bite her!"
Wangcai risked his life.
He bared his teeth at Yang Ruoqing and jumped towards her.
Yang Huamei was secretly proud at the side.
Wangcai is the thug she trained.
Damn fat girl, let’s see how you get out now!
Here, Yang Ruoqing watched the dog, which had obviously doubled in size, rush toward her.
The vicious and ugly dog face approached.
She casually pulled out the rope from her waist and threw it out.
The noose wrapped around Wangcai's head and slid down his head to his neck.
Yang Ruoqing tightened the rope in her hand and pulled hard, and Wangcai was caught in her hand.
She raised her hand and threw the other end of the rope to the roof beam, and tied the other end to the table leg next to it.
Wangcai was hung up.
His limbs barely kicked in the air a few times before he burped.
Everything happened so fast.
When Yang Huamei came back to her senses, her "life and heart" had already been hanging under the roof beam and she rolled her eyes and passed away.
Yang Huamei's face turned pale and pale.
That face was comparable to the surface of the moon, and its fat flesh was trembling violently with anger.
"Prosperous wealth, prosperous wealth!"
She let out a hysterical cry and ran towards Wangcai.
Yang Ruoqing kicked her in the stomach.
Like a huge tortoise dropped on the beach, he fell sprawling.
"Damn you, fat girl, I'm going to fight you..."
She struggled to get up from the ground.
Yang Ruoqing came to her in one step.
One hand held her hair, and the other hand pointed at her big face.
"Crack, crackle, crackle..."
The beating made Yang Huamei's eyes gleam with stars and tears splattered everywhere.
"Do you know what's wrong?"
Yang Ruoqing asked while playing.
Yang Huamei shook his head.
"Fuck, you don't even know you're wrong?"
"Pa bang bang..."
Another slap.
One of Yang Huamei's front teeth was knocked out.
"Do you know what's wrong?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.
Yang Huamei cried and nodded.
"Fuck, you know how dare you make a mistake?"
"Pa bang bang..."
Another loud slap in the face caused Yang Huamei's nose to bleed.
"Do you know what's wrong?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.
Yang Huamei choked, shaking her head and nodding, feeling confused.
"Fuck, I hate you crying the most!"
Yang Ruoqing waved her hand and slapped her again.
Yang Huamei didn't dare to cry anymore and bit her lip hard.
"Why didn't you cry when I hit you?" Yang Ruoqing asked next.
Before Yang Huamei had time to express her position, Yang Ruoqing frowned.
"It's too disrespectful. Okay, then I'll beat you until you cry!"
As she spoke, she grabbed Yang Huamei's hair, pressed her head and hit her on the ground...
"Bang bang bang..."
When Mrs. Tan heard the noise, she rushed to the house.
Yang Huamei had been beaten until she had only half a breath left.
One face was swollen into a pig's head, as if a dye shop had been opened on the face.
If it weren't for the bright red floral dress that Mrs. Tan was familiar with, she might not have been able to recognize that the mountain of flesh lying on the ground was her daughter!
"Meier, my son, my life..."
Tan rushed to Yang Huamei's side and howled so hard that his heart was broken.
Yang Ruoqing ignored Mrs. Tan and turned around to go to the old Yang family's kitchen.
After a while she returned to the house.
Mrs. Tan still didn't have the strength to help Yang Huamei up.
Yang Huamei lay on the ground with her arms and legs spread out, convulsing from crying.
At the same time, he complained to Mrs. Tan with a leaky mouth.
Seeing Yang Ruoqing leave and come back, Yang Huamei cried even harder.
Tan's eyes were like two balls of fire burning.
Let go of Yang Huamei and rush towards Yang Ruoqing.
She held her dear daughter in her heart and raised her with courage, and she didn't even want to lay a finger on her.
He was actually beaten into a pig's head by Fat Ya!
If I don’t tear off Fat Ya’s face, I won’t be able to live anymore!
Just when Tan stood up, Yang Ruoqing suddenly pulled out a bright kitchen knife from behind.
