Just when Tan was trying to stop Lao Yangtou, Yang Huamei suddenly stood up. She bent her waist and stepped back, shouting loudly,
Because the voice was so loud, it sounded like he was going to be hysterical when he started talking, so he immediately stunned Lao Yangtou and Mr. Tan.
When he came to his senses, Old Yang was so angry that he slammed the table, "What are you doing? Did you eat gunpowder or what? If you don't wake up, go home and catch up on your sleep, and stop yelling!"
Mrs. Tan also returned to her hometown, but Mrs. Tan couldn't bear to scold Yang Huamei. Instead, she came forward and tried to hold Yang Huamei's arm to persuade her.
"Mei'er, if you have anything to say, sit down and say it carefully. Shouting in the morning is not good for your throat..."
Mrs. Tan was saying coaxing words, but as soon as she reached out her hand in front of Yang Huamei, Yang Huamei slapped her away roughly.
"Stop pretending like me. What did you do? Didn't you count it yourself?"
"I'm not your old daughter, no!"
Tan almost fell to the ground due to Yang Huamei's push.
Old Yangtou became even more anxious when he saw this, and came up to support Tan.
"Old lady, are you okay?" he asked anxiously.
Tan shook his head: "I'm fine, I'm fine..."
However, Lao Yangtou frowned even more tightly because he just saw Tan's lower back touching the corner of the table.
"How is your waist? Does it hurt?" Old Yangtou asked again.
Tan waved his hands this time, but his expression was not very good. Old Yang looked more and more worried.
Looking at Yang Huamei again, standing aside, it was obvious that she pushed it with her own hands, that she was the culprit, that she also saw her mother's lower back pressed against the corner of the table, and even heard her mother's painful intake of breath. …
However, not only did she not have the slightest worry or annoyance, she even raised her neck stubbornly and said, "Who asked her to tug at me? I didn't want to push her. She asked for it...ah!"
Halfway through her words, she was slapped hard on the face.
It was Lao Yangtou who slapped him, and after giving him a slap, Lao Yangtou still raised his arm high. Looking at this posture, he wanted to slap him a second time!
Yang Huamei was directly blinded, covering her face, and her eyes behind her which were covered by bangs shone with disbelief.
Ever since she was little, her father's hands have never been on her head!
Today, dad actually hit her?
She herself became a grandmother, and when she returned to her parents' home, she was beaten by her father!
Yang Huamei's mind went blank.
Mrs. Tan was also frightened. She quickly pushed down Old Yang's arm, "You damn old man, you're possessed by a ghost. Why did you do it? Get out quickly, get out!"
Mrs. Tan pushed Old Yang's head towards the door hard.
At this moment, Yang Huamei finally recovered from the shock and astonishment.
"Don't leave. Don't leave anyone. I'm leaving. It's me who disappears before your eyes. I'm just an outsider!"
After saying these words, Yang Huamei covered her face and turned around and ran out.
"Meier!"
"let her go!"
Behind him came Tan's heart-rending calls and Lao Yangtou's hysterical roar.
Yang Huamei's footsteps stopped, and Tan just caught up and grabbed Yang Huamei's arm from behind.
"Meier, what's going on, girl?"
"Why don't you just tell your parents this happily? Don't do this, it will hurt your mother's heart!"
Mrs. Tan said it while crying. There is a saying that if the child is hit, the pain will be on the mother's body.
Tan was in this state at the moment, wishing that the slap would not fall on her own face, but not on the face of her precious daughter.
