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Wen Rao looked at the angry figure from behind, and felt an inexplicable thump in her heart.

"Husband, there's something wrong with the woman leading the child."

As soon as Wen Rao finished speaking, screams came from Cinema No. 5.

"I gonna go see."

Wen Raosong opened Yan's hand and rushed towards Cinema No. 5.

Zhan Yan also knew that he couldn't stop her and hurriedly followed her.

As soon as I entered, I saw the woman carrying the hammer standing in the third row, and a man fell to the ground next to her.

Next to the man was a young woman who was dressed coolly and dazzlingly.

The young woman was petrified.

"You! Call the police! Just say that you and your husband went out to eat and watch a movie, and I saw you! I hit my husband!"

The woman holding the hammer spoke hoarsely. She looked to be in her thirties.

There was also a little boy of four or five years old beside him.

The other moviegoers were scared away. When Wen Rao got closer to the woman, she realized that her belly was swollen and she must be four or five months pregnant.

"Hello, I am a police officer from the Miscellaneous Investigation Division. I can help you."

Wen Rao walked over and signaled the woman not to be impulsive.

Zhan Yan stared closely at the hammer in the woman's hand.

"Ah! Killing!"

The mistress came to her senses and ran away screaming, leaving the unlucky man behind.

A typical example of everyone flying away when disaster strikes.

She just wanted to get some benefits from being a mistress, but she didn't want to die.

"Why is she running away? I won't hurt her! It's my husband I hate!"

The woman looked in the direction where the mistress was escaping and smiled sarcastically.

At the same time, he sat on the chair holding his stomach.

The man at her feet who had been hammered by her lay motionless on the ground, a pool of blood spreading out from under him.

Wen Rao found that the fallen man and the mistress were all dressed decently, but the women and children were dressed simply.

Especially the maternity skirts worn by women were washed and turned white.

“After I gave birth to my baby, I didn’t buy new clothes for four years.

He said I was out of shape and wearing nice clothes was a waste of money.

He also said that I am at home taking care of the children and have no job, so who can I buy new clothes for?

I was breastfeeding Dabao and my breasts were sagging. He laughed at me for saying that my breasts were shoddy work.

I later got pregnant again, and he said the stretch marks on my belly looked like worms, and he was scared when he saw them.

I am already very frugal and don’t buy clothes or skin care products. Even the shoes were bought for me at the night market by my mother who couldn’t stand it.

My son's clothes were also given to me by relatives whose children had outgrown them.

Even so, he either dislikes me for being fat and eating too much, or dislikes me for not being able to raise children well.

I always thought that his company was really having trouble turning over, and I also thought about selling the apartment my mother gave me to help him tide over the difficulties.

As a result, he took other women to watch movies, bought gifts for them, and went shopping.

He was reluctant to buy me a 69 yuan skirt, but he had dinner with other women worth yuan a meal.

I can not hold it in……"

The woman tightened her grip on the hammer and tried to raise it again, but this time it fell on her head.

"Do you regret it?"

Suddenly, Wen Rao's voice appeared unexpectedly.

The woman blinked and the hammer stopped in mid-air.

"I know you regret it, but you know there is no regret medicine.

There is a saying that impulse is the devil.

You are an adult and if you make a mistake, you will be punished.

But if you die, do you think your son can count on his biological father? "

Wen Rao raised his hand and held the woman's hand.

Little by little, she wanted to take out her hammer.

This scene was thrilling for Zhan Yan.

He couldn't help but want to step forward to help, but the woman stared at him warily.

"Keep that man away! Don't come here!"

The woman tightened her grip on the hammer again and made a motion to hit the man on the ground on the head.