Such a mother Zhao, perhaps Zhao Xiaomei will be touched, but words can not afford the slightest sympathy.

Excluding some old and young people who do not have the ability to resist, such as Zhao's mother, living their lives like this is completely self-sustaining.

Yange ignored the cries of Mother Zhao. She saw that the dumplings had been packed on the coffee table in the living room, and the medicine and rolling pin had been put on the side. She went to the kitchen to wash her hands, and then started to make dumplings.

Mother Zhao looked at such a song, her eyes flickered, she went to the coffee table and sat down, and she started making dumplings.

During the period, Zhao's father called Zhao's mother and asked her if Zhao Xiaomei had returned home.

When Zhao's mother took the call from Father Zhao, her hands were all stubborn. After narrowing her eyes, she whispered to Father Zhao on the other side of the phone and said, "I'm back and making dumplings with me."

Zhao's father on the other side hung up the phone.

Zhao Muxu also said, "Your dad hit me as soon as he came back, and even your Uncle Jiang was broken by him. After a while, he returned, and he did what you asked you to do. Don't hit him. "

Yange looked up and asked her, "Who is Uncle Jiang?"

Mother Zhao's face lowered unnaturally: "You've seen him before, and the demolition of his hometown is all his help."

"He is your hoe?"

Even if the voice of Yange is calm, she feels harsh in her mother's ears. She instantly looked up and stared at Yange with a flushed look: "What are you talking about, and what kind of **** is not hoe? What can a girl say? You do n’t lose face! Do n’t lose face when your dad is back. Do n’t talk in front of your dad. "

If it hadn't been for the song song, there would have been a few tweets, and if she looked so angry, she might hit the stool under the **** on the head of word song.

When Zhao Mu was scolded and scolded, she kept silent and looked at Zhao Mu so often.

In her eyes, Mother Zhao remembered that her own daughter was no worse than her father's "sturdy", so she gradually lost her voice.

Yange didn't say anything until she was silent, "You ca n’t even admit that you have a boyfriend. Do you want to be beaten by that man for a lifetime?"

As soon as Mother Zhao heard this, tears fell down: "That man? That man is your father, what can I do, I am a woman, where can I beat him, he has never been so right After me, when I was pregnant, what I wanted to eat, even in the middle of the night he would run out and buy it for me, if it were not for you, he would not have become what he is now ...

Many people who have done evil will not find a cause in themselves, they will just feel that the whole world owes her. Many people are unfortunate because they always remember the past and are never willing to look forward.

Yange originally wanted to mention Zhao's mother for Zhao Xiaomei's sake. After all, for Zhao Xiaomei, Zhao's mother was the thorn that could never be removed.

But now, she was too lazy to waste another spit.

She squinted at Mother Zhao and never spoke again.

Father Zhao didn't come back until 8 o'clock in the evening. He didn't come in alone and brought three so-called friends.

When he saw his friends, Father Zhao, his mother subconsciously squinted.

But she did not speak, but silently put the peanut rice and cold dishes in the kitchen on the table.

Zhao Fu beckoned: "Come here, this is your uncle Liu, and your uncle Wang and uncle Li."

Yan Ge sat on the sofa and gave him a sideways glance before he passed.