80s: Little Sweet Wife

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"Ah... You stop me... You are deliberately hurting people and you are going to go to jail. Stop now and I will let you go!"

The two parts of Feng Yu's husband were clamped. The place was very sensitive. The feeling of being clamped by two large steel clamps made this man extremely ecstatic. Moreover, Feng Yu kept stabbing him with needles, and the screams never stopped. !

"I begged you to let me go...why didn't you let me go? The surnamed Yang...you have today..."

Seeing the man who used to be flamboyant and majestic in the past, begging for mercy like a pitiful worm, Feng Yu only felt extremely happy, and the stagnant qi that had been accumulating in his heart was dissipated at once, and he was refreshed!

Ren Qianqian's hands were itchy, and she really wanted to go up for a few injections, but the space in the car was too narrow for her to use her fists and feet, so she could only sit in the back and watch the fun.

"Don't you say he still burns you with a cigarette butt, burn it back!"

Ren Qianqian thought of a good way, took out a Chinese cigarette from her father's pocket, lit it, handed it to Feng Yu, and sarcastically said to the man on the ground: "This is a premium cigarette, it's really defiled by a beast like you. Such a good smoke!"

The man glared at her angrily, and even a fool could feel the resentment in his eyes. Feng Yu took the cigarette and lifted the man's sweater, revealing his fair back. She pressed the red-hot cigarette **** on it.

A strange smell of roasting human meat dissipated, and the window was opened for ventilation. The smell was similar to the smell of burning corpses.

"Take a few puffs and then burn it again, this cigarette is expensive, don't waste it!" Ren Qianqian urged.

Feng Yu put it into her mouth and took a few breaths, coughing repeatedly, but the cigarette **** turned red again, she pressed it again, Feng Yu's husband was too in pain to scream, fell into a semi-consciousness, and twitched a few times from time to time.

He burned two cigarettes in a row, leaving a row of dense brand marks on the man's fair and delicate back. They were neat and tidy. Feng Yu also arranged them in a matrix, typical of obsessive-compulsive disorder patients.

"Will he die?"

Feng Yu looked at the man who was motionless, and was a little scared, for fear that it would implicate them.

"Don't worry, these are just flesh wounds, they won't die!" Meimei comforted her.

Ren Qianqian couldn't help shouting: "It's okay for you to be abused by her for more than ten years. It's been a long time since he's been here, so it's definitely okay!"

Ren's mother was so angry that she punched her daughter and warned her with eyes.

Originally, they were here to help people. Although they didn't expect others to be grateful, they also didn't want to complain!

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Meimei also glared fiercely~www.wuxiaspot.com~ smiled at Feng Yu, "She is that stinky mouth, she has a good heart, don't take it to heart!"

"She is telling the truth, and I am grateful that you are too late!" Feng Yu shook his head. Although Ren Qianqian's words were unpleasant, they were truthful.

"What are we going to do next?" Ren Qianqian knew that she had lost her words, and was a little embarrassed. She was such a stinky temper, but her brain was talking about her!

"Of course it's a divorce, so take Feng Yu to check on her injuries first, write down all the injuries on her body, and take pictures, which will be used in the court!" Meimei had already made arrangements.

It is impossible for a man to forgive domestic violence. Once he starts, it will continue endlessly. When domestic violence occurs for the first time, a woman should not choose to endure it, but should leave gracefully and give up this kind of behavior. Scumbag!

Feng Yu chose to be forbearance, but what she got in return was escalating abuse. If she hadn't met them, I was afraid that this woman would have been abused to the point of death, and no one would know the truth!

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