Good luck: The fresh meat husband is so fierce

The plot probably only appeared on TV, Xiaoxuan watched, his eyes stared straight.

He had never seen such... a perverted scene.

And this is exactly what his father did without shyness in front of him when he was a teenager.

No matter what kind of psychological shadow this would bring to the young man, Mr. Su just followed his temperament. He is the king here, and no one can squeeze him out of this position.

No one can... escape his clutches.

"Father, I beg you. Just this time, I have always known that you love Xiaoxuan very much. Can you please don't let him..."

"Don't let him do what?" Mr. Su looked at Yao Meng, who was about to cry, and smiled: "You should know, what I hate the most is when others cry. How can you make me happy like this now? Get up."

Yes, when she was young, he said that no matter what you do, you must make him happy.

When he is happy, everyone can live a good life.

"Father, I was wrong, I won't make you angry anymore, I just beg you, because of the credit I have been with you for so many years, please, don't take Xiaoxuan, his body is still developing At this stage, he can't stand the toss."

"Really?" Su Xian raised his eyebrows and glanced at her, "I used to think that you didn't like him."

Yao Meng's heart trembled, and she quickly denied it: "How is it possible? He is my son."

"He is your son, but he is also my son, so," Mr. Su pulled her head up and made her meet his gaze, he said, "Look into my eyes and tell me again , do you care about this kid?"

Xiaoxuan's hands were tightly pressed together, he didn't know what to say, but he was also looking forward to Yao Meng's answer.

In fact, he knew a long time ago that his mother didn't like him.

When he was a child, he didn't know the reason. He just felt that his mother didn't like it because he didn't do well enough, but now...

He got it.

Everything is because of his son.

Yao Meng looked back at Xiaoxuan, but her head was pushed forward by the old man, it was difficult for her to make other expressions.

"Father," she turned her head to look at him, as if she had made a decision on her face: "I promise you what you said before, I just beg you... let Xiaoxuan go this time."

what happened before?
The old man narrowed his eyes and looked at her, thought about it carefully, and suddenly said in a panic: "Yes, why did I forget, and there is that thing."

As he spoke, he clapped his palms, and soon, someone brought him a glass of water.

"Hey, you talk about you, just talk about things, why are you kneeling down?" He said, he helped Yao Meng up with his own hands, and brought water to her: "Hey, drink it, drink it , I will promise you everything you want."

Yao Meng looked at it with tears rolling in his eyes.

I don't know what he was thinking, but Yao Meng at that time knew that if she drank this glass of water, she would be under his control for the rest of her life.

Xiaoxuan saw it too, he saw his mother's uncomfortable appearance, and his hands were tightly clasped together.

His lips were pursed tightly, but he didn't speak, because he knew that no matter what he said, his father would not show mercy.

"What? Don't dare to drink anymore? Don't forget what you said just now?" He laughed while talking.

Sometimes, human expression is a very interesting thing.

When the old man smiled like this, he could even see the blood oozing from Yao Meng's scalp, which made him even crazier.

Seeing him like this, Yao Meng trembled all over.

She whispered: "Don't dare, I dare not stop drinking..."

If she gets Xiaoxuan's life in exchange for the rest of her life, is it worth it?
"Mom..." Xiaoxuan murmured, as if he had lost his soul.

Everyone knew that there was something bad in it, but she still raised her head and wanted to gulp it down.

Almost subconsciously, Xiaoxuan knocked the cup out of her hand with one hand.

He said: 'No...'

Grandpa Su's complexion instantly became ugly.

Almost at the end, he grabbed Xiaoxuan and looked at him viciously: "What did I teach you before? A woman is a dog. What are you doing now?"

Xiaoxuan was still young after all, he cried loudly, looked at old man Su and said: "No, she is mother, she is not a dog, she is a person."

"People?" Old Master Su was so angry that his eyes almost went straight. He stared at him fiercely: "Tell me again? What is it?"

"Mom, she's mother." The child didn't receive any threats from him, and he curled up into a ball, wanting to get close to Yao Meng.

Now, then, only there was safe, but he couldn't reach it.

Because Yao Meng had already been kicked down the steps by Mr. Su.

She just knelt in the guest room all night last night, so she couldn't stand stably. Moreover, she still had some old wounds in her body, she couldn't bear it, and she was about to fall down.

But still hold on.

"Father," Xiaoxuan felt so scared being carried by Mr. Su, but he couldn't do anything...

"Tell me again, what is a woman?" Old Man Su's eyes were bloodshot, and the corners of his mouth were filled with anger: "I have taught you so hard that women are like clothes, you can throw them away after use. They're not human at all, they're just dogs, but how did you do it? Xiaoxuan, you really taught Dad to feel ashamed, even ashamed."

After finishing the last two words, he threw Xiaoxuan to the ground.

Xiaoxuan was bruised and swollen from the fall, but he quickly chased after his mother. But at that moment, he felt like a little man. Finally, he could finally protect his mother.

If father is afraid of his health, then he can use it to protect mother, but the fact is that Mr. Su doesn't seem to intend to give him this face.

"Come on," his hoarse voice was full of anger.

Hui walked over quickly, carrying a trace of morning air.

He stood beside the mother and son, looked at the lofty Master Su, and said respectfully, "Master."

"You know what to do, you don't need me to say anything more, just do it," he waved his hand, didn't intend to say another word, turned around and left.

Yao Meng's little tears no longer flowed, she was dizzy, dehydrated, hypoglycemic, coupled with the cold early in the morning, finally overwhelmed her.

The moment she fell, she finally understood.

she hates...