Chapter 1288 The educated youth mother of the son (34)

   Zhao Weidong's actions are fierce, and it's a completely lifeless style of play, and every blow is fierce.

Yin Yuan was shocked when he saw his style of play. When he fought back, he also sighed in his heart, this guy's actions are really ruthless. It seems that the misunderstanding created by his cousin and him before is to make his cousin Fuche completely. The end was angry, and now all the anger is vented on him.

  Yin Yuan couldn't help feeling that the opponent was bloody. Fortunately, he had trained professionally and systematically before, otherwise he might not have been able to beat Zhao Weidong.

   Originally, Yin Yuan was afraid that he would take a serious shot and hurt Zhao Weidong. After all, from Yin Yin's words, he could feel that she had feelings for Zhao Weidong.

   But now, he should not keep it, otherwise the person who is injured and lost is likely to be him.

   After Yin Yuan became serious, Zhao Weidong struggled more and more, but he still did not give up, his eyes were scarlet, which shows how angry he was in his heart.

   In the end, Yin Yuan subdued Zhao Weidong, his hands were caught behind him, and his face and body were pressed against the wall. Zhao Weidong wanted to struggle, but he couldn't.

   "Boy, don't be brave if you're not capable." Yin Yuan whispered.

   Zhao Weidong pressed his teeth and his eyes were full of anger: "I will never let you go."

  Yin Yuan pretended to be puzzled: "You haven't told me why you beat me, what did I do?"

   Zhao Weidong couldn't resist with his hands, so he used his feet to kick, but Yin Yuan avoided him.

   "What did you do, you know it yourself. If you hook up with a married woman, I will definitely kill you."

Yin Yuan suddenly realized: "Oh, are you talking about Yin Yin, you have wronged me." He deliberately vague, "However, I admit that I am indeed attractive, I am good-looking and have a good family background. The most important thing is that I still have culture. By the way, I am a worker, I eat commercial grains, and I have a city hukou. Do you have these?"

   Zhao Weidong's heart seemed to be hit hard, his pupils shrank, and decadence followed.

   He only felt that his heart was torn open by a huge hole, and the words of the man behind him were like a sharp knife, stabbing his **** wound. The piercing pain from the wound made him unable to ignore it any longer.

   He knew he didn't, because he was just a **** who did nothing.

When Yin Yuan let go of his hand and left, Zhao Weidong froze in place. In the next second, his fist clenched suddenly and slammed into the wall with a fist. Then he fell to the ground weakly, with one long leg straight. With one leg bent, he leaned his head back against the wall and put his arm on his forehead, covering the emotion in his eyes.

  The man was full of loneliness, decadence, grief and anger.

   The hand that hit Qiang was already bleeding, but the man ignored it.

  I don't know how long it took, Zhao Weidong slowly put down his hand, opened his half-closed eyes, and the reddish eyes flashed with a mist of water.

   He got up and went back to Zhaojia Village.

  …

   On the way back to Zhaojia Village, Zhao Weidong was in a daze. He looked very embarrassed, his clothes were dusty, his hair was messy, and his hands were bleeding.

   "Zhao Weidong, what's wrong with you?" Someone asked curiously along the way. Zhao Weidong ignored it.

   Someone who was with him also said: "What else can he do, looking at this, he must have fought again." Then he whispered, "What Zhao Weidong is like, you don't know yet."

   (end of this chapter)