Han Qingqing's cry came from the house and could be heard clearly in the whole yard - "You hit me every day when you come back from drinking. What kind of skill is this? That scarf on Silly Zhu's neck is really not a gift from me!" Neighbors surrounded Jiang Jianjun's house in twos and threes. Mouth, the third uncle sighed and said that the child was ignorant, Jia and Zhang were scolding him harshly, Silly Zhu, wearing a gray cotton-padded jacket and a red scarf, shouted angrily, "There is no such thing as beating a wife in the world," and kept glancing at Qin Huairu with his little eyes. The deaf old lady poked him in the back of the head with a cane and said, "Grandson, this is not done with you.
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Ai. . !
The king of words, gold rank
It doesn't feel any better. I feel so scared when I try to do it ruthlessly.
Revenge is a grind. The overall quality of cadres in that era was still very high.
Ai. . !
The king of words, gold rank
It doesn't feel any better. I feel so scared when I try to do it ruthlessly.
Revenge is a grind. The overall quality of cadres in that era was still very high.