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On the weekend, Mother Song came back with two workers carrying a TV.

"Zijian, Yingying, come out and see, I bought something for our family!"

Song Zijian jumped out of the room leaning on the wall, looked at the big black iron box and exclaimed, "Mom, is it a TV?"

Mother Song vacated the table and greeted the two workers, "Just put it here for debugging"

In this era of scarcity of supplies, TV is considered a major appliance. Song Zijian flew up excitedly even with one foot, went straight to the table, picked up the wire and studied it freely: "This wire is plugged in here, right? What's the matter?"

Yan Ying also came out of the room when she heard the voice, and saw an old-fashioned cube TV in the living room: "Mom, our family bought a TV."

Mother Song turned her head and said with a smile: "I wanted to buy it last month, but I didn't have a ticket and I didn't catch up. This time I asked the salesman who bought the TV to leave one for me. Press the TV, and we can hear the sound in the future." Son, how lively it is for the family to watch TV together at night.”

Seeing that she was sweating profusely, Yan Ying took out a handkerchief from her pocket: "Look at your tiredness, I'll wipe your sweat for you, why don't you ask me to go buy a TV, I heard that the third floor is for buying electrical appliances crowded place”

Mother Song wanted to have a daughter when she was pregnant before, but unfortunately, both of her babies were brats, and she hurt her body when she gave birth to the second child, and she couldn't have another one. She used to look eagerly at other people's daughters.

But now, look at that brat in the living room who loves a wire, and look at the soft drizzle in front of him, there is no comparison between people.

Being so comforted by Yingying, this heart is so soft on the spot, no wonder others say that the girl is mother's caring little padded jacket, the girl is just a pain in the ass.

Not long after, the TV was installed, and after the snowflakes inside flashed, after tuning the channel, the picture appeared immediately.

"I'll go, it's still in color, mom, this color picture is better than black and white, and the basketball game is also beautiful."

Song Zijian was already sitting in front of the TV with great interest and was changing channels with the remote control. It happened to be his favorite basketball, and he was enjoying himself watching it.

Mother Song sent the two workers away, turned around and snatched the remote control, and then handed it to Yan Ying behind her: "Yingying, you choose one you like to watch."

Yan Ying gave her a cute smile: "Thank you, Mom."

Song Zijian watched his favorite football game disappear, squeezed his fist at the ugly girl beside him, then turned his head and said angrily to Song's mother: "Mom, you've gone too far, don't be so eccentric."

Song's mother poured herself a glass of water: "She is your fiancée, even if I am biased, I am partial to you."

Song Zijian was so angry that he couldn't speak: "She is her, I am me, how can this be the same?"

Song's mother put down the water glass: "Why is this different?" Sooner or later, there will always be a couple.

"By the way, you have a family now, so you can't go out drinking and fooling around casually. From now on, Mom will hand over all your salary to Yingying."

"Mom, what did you say—"

Before Song Zijian got his justice back, he lost his wages first, no, this can't be done.

In a hurry, I wanted to chase my mother to take it back, but I forgot that my injured leg was still hitting the board. After walking two steps, a big horse fell down in the aisle: "Mom, you come back"

On the other side, Song's mother had already left the house and headed for the place of work.

"How can you do this? That's my salary, my—" His mother spit and nailed her words since she was a child, and Song Zijian would not question the authenticity of her words. That is to say, from now on, his salary will be It is about to fall into the hands of others.

Just when he was shocked and lost his mind, a pair of little feet wearing leather shoes walked up to him, Yan Ying with braids bent down and smiled, and said word by word: "Mom, mom, yes, I, but ,so good"

After Yan Ying finished speaking, she went back to her room to do her homework.

Song Zijian slammed his fist on the floor tiles: provocation, this is naked provocation!

"Ugly girl, stop for me—"

His response was a merciless "bang" of the door closing.

Five minutes later, Yan Ying had just opened her homework and wrote a line of Chinese poetry, when she heard the suddenly amplified TV sound outside, the sound was deafening.

One minute later, the TV sound not only did not decrease, but continued to increase. Yan Ying closed her homework book, walked out and looked at him with a smile on her face: "Song Zijian, what are you doing?"

Song Zijian, who was sitting reclined on the chair, said: "Ugly girl, I want to drink water, by the way, honey water, remember to add more honey, and then see what fruits are in the kitchen, cut a plate and bring it to me, what do you see?" Look, it's not too late"

Yan Ying's patience has reached its peak, and her five fingers gradually clenched into fists: "Do you know that I never bully the disabled, but you are an exception?"

"Hey, what are you going to do?" Song Zijian suddenly felt that there was a danger of being targeted by wild animals, and the hair on his swollen neck stood on end.

"Nothing, I can't stand you, I just beat you"

Yan Ying casually stuffed the rag on the table into his mouth, made sure that he would not make any noise, and then punched him on the left shoulder. After making sure not to touch his injured leg, the skin under the clothes The bones let her do it, one punch after another, until Yan Ying felt a little relieved, so she stopped.

"Hmph, um, ah, it hurts, it hurts too much, help—" Song Zijian wanted to call for help, but with a towel in his mouth, the TV was too loud for outsiders to hear.

In just 5 minutes, as if five hours had passed, Song Zijian slumped on the chair like a dead dog. He only felt that his pain nerves were beyond his own. Watching a violent man.

"Well, you bastard, stay in my house, enjoy the love of my parents, live in my room, spend my salary, and beat me fucking, well, let me go if you have the ability, let's duel"

Yan Ying threw the towel from his mouth: "Are you scolding me in your heart?"

Song Zijian turned his eyes away and didn't look at her arrogance, feeling extremely remorseful in his heart. It's too shameful for a man like him to be beaten on a chair by a little girl.

Yan Ying: "If you want to file a complaint, go to your parents, don't gossip about it"

Song Zijian turned back fiercely and said: "Whoever can't afford to lose wants to sue my parents. Let me tell you, ugly girl, I hurt my leg today, and I didn't show my true strength in the fight. Let you wait until I get better." , I will definitely let you know that the young master is not easy to mess with."

Seeing this, Yan Ying nodded. It would be good if she didn't tell her parents. She was relieved and could continue to beat her up in the future.

Yan Ying looked at him again, and Song Zijian shrank back in his chair in fright: "What are you doing?"

Yan Ying: "Can the volume be turned down?"

Song Zijian silently picked up the remote control, turned down the TV volume to the lowest level, and Yan Ying went back to the room contentedly to continue her homework.

Sure enough, my own happiness is based on the pain of others. After venting the depression in my heart, I feel much better.

After get off work, Dad Song came home and stared at the color TV for a long time: "Zijian, tune to number one, I'll watch the news broadcast."

Song Zijian was fascinated by watching anti-Japanese TV dramas: "Dad, I'll finish watching this after a while, and your news network will be rebroadcasted."

Yan Ying sat next to Song Zijian and said coldly, "Tune the channel, don't make me say it a second time."

Song Zijian went back to the cage rationally, his muscles were still aching, he reluctantly handed over the remote control, and slumped on the chair, not understanding: "He is spending money to find guilt, how can there be someone like Yan Ying in the world?" Such an unreasonable person."

Yan Ying: You led the wolf into the house yourself, blame me!