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36 The Butcher Singing the Serenade ([-])

When Wang Hui saw that the person standing in front of him was Shan Jingjing, he was so frightened that his legs went limp, and he collapsed on the ground... Then, it was the bright red scarf hanging around his neck—the one in front of him. Woman, it's Xiang Jingjing, not Shan Jingjing——no!

Wang Hui didn't know what was going on with him.

How could he regard the glamorous Xiang Jingjing as a single Jingjing?It's so funny!

Wang Hui took a deep breath. On the wedding night, he lost interest, and after a few warm words with Xiang Jingjing, he lay down on the pillow and refused to get up again.

Xiang Jingjing chuckled: "Our old Wang, me, I bought an instructional film specially to practice tonight... But it doesn't matter, I'm tired from the wedding anyway, so you can rest, I'll get the rice Soak it up, and make porridge for you tomorrow morning..."

"Hmm..." Wang Hui hummed, and agreed... When Xiang Jingjing got up and opened the door, Wang Hui sat up in a jerk... He patted his chest, feeling that things were both unbelievably smooth and unbelievably chaotic... …Soak rice at night and cook porridge in the morning, this is Shan Jingjing’s habit…it’s Shan Jingjing’s…

Trembling, he took out his phone, Wang Hui's fingers were a little awkward... He tremblingly chose a contact, and sent a text message... It was his wedding night, but he couldn't even send a text message. I feel trembling in my heart... I am afraid, I am really afraid... He is really afraid!

Twenty minutes later, the phone vibrated.

He picked up the phone and looked at the text message back: "Everyone does this, you don't enjoy beautiful women sending fart text messages in the middle of the night, get out of here!!!"

The three exclamation points stabilized Wang Hui's mind.

Yes, everyone soaks rice at night and cooks porridge in the morning, but he thinks too much.

After a long breath, Wang Hui lay down again, and fell heavily on the mattress. He was really scared stupid by himself... Yes, everyone washes rice at night and cooks porridge in the morning... It's all Like...he's just a little nervous.

What's more...he has nothing to be afraid of!

Wang Hui turned over and sat up again.

Why should he be afraid?

Men, what's the point of beating your wife a few times?

Women are such things that they have to be beaten to be honest!

After thinking about it, Wang Hui laughed again. He laughed at himself for thinking too much, and he almost didn't think like himself.He knocked himself on the forehead twice to make himself appear smarter...Isn't that right, he never treated his women badly, this is his principle.

Just when he closed his eyes and wanted to rest, the phone rang suddenly. He took out the phone and connected the call.

It was his father who failed to come to his wedding to call him at this time.

His father is 74 years old. He is not young, but his heart is not old. He just found a 50-year-old stepmother for him in the first two years. wedding.

He hates his dad.The kind you hate to death.

The 14-year-old Wang Hui almost killed his father with a pickaxe... He put a pickaxe on his father's shoulder, and he still left a scar on the old beast.

Thinking of his father Wang Ren, Wang Hui was filled with hatred and contempt, and he asked on the phone, "Hello?"

On the other end of the phone, Wang Ren was very gentle: "Wang Hui, you're married again, why don't you plan to bring your bride home? I'm still waiting with your Aunt Zhao. Your aunt will give you..."

"Shut up! What kind of aunt is she? She's just a nanny!" Wang Hui interrupted him, "Do you think I've forgotten what you did after all these years? I'll treat you as if you were dead. When I die, understand? Shall I repeat it to you?!"

Wang Hui wanted to drop the Aiku 6plus in his hand immediately, but after thinking about it, his new wife bought it for him, and he couldn't bear it anymore, so he hung up the phone, picked up the lamp beside the bed, and smashed it hard. on the doorframe—

Click!

"Ah!" The desk lamp was broken, and the porcelain bowl in Xiang Jingjing's hand, who had just entered the room, was also broken. There was broken glass all over the place, and broken porcelain all over the place, transparent and pure white.

Xiang Jingjing raised her head and looked at Wang Hui, Wang Hui smiled at her: "What are you looking at, are you still cleaning up?"

What he said made her stunned for a moment, and then she said, "It's like you and me, one is transparent and the other is pure white."

Transparent, no secrets; pure white, only one purpose.

What she wants, Wang Hui will never know, once he knows, then his life is already in her hands.

So she didn't say anything, she squatted down to pick up the debris on the ground really docilely, and at this moment, Wang Hui stood up and walked in front of her.He raised his hand to press her shoulder, hard.

"Kneel down and clean up!" he ordered.

She raised her head and smiled: "Honey, how do I clean up this place? Do I still need to have rules?"

Wang Hui nodded hurriedly: "Why don't you need it? Not only do you need to clean up the house, but you also have rules for how you serve me in the future, you know, so that we can maintain the stability of our family... Also, don't talk to other people, as long as they are men, except Me, you can't talk to him, understand?"

Wang Hui sat on the bed, looked at Xiang Jingjing with a very arrogant attitude, and continued: "Also, all the work at home is yours, you have to send me to work at the door every day, and when I get off work , I must see you at the door, kneeling or bowing is up to you, but you are not allowed to stand up straight and talk to me, understand?"

She tilted her head and continued to listen to him.

"Remember, old women are born to work and serve men." Finally, he came to a conclusion, Wang Hui felt that he was too kind to her-why made her the prettiest of his three wives? Wang Hui was also willing to explain the rules clearly to her first, so as not to accidentally break her in the future, and it would be uncomfortable for him to look at it.

Xiang Jing smiled and didn't respond, she just squatted down and cleaned up the floor, and then she left the bedroom: "I'll go to the study to sleep first, Wang Hui, you should reflect on yourself first."

Her actions angered Wang Hui.But this was the first day, and Wang Hui didn't think he could do anything right away...he thought of his father, Wang Ren.

This is how Wang Ren treated his mother when Wang Hui was very young.

He beat her every day.

Beat Wang Hui's mother, Sun Xiuli.

Wang Hui still remembered what a beautiful woman her mother Sun Xiuli was. She was gentle and graceful, and she spoke softly and softly, like the drizzle in the south of the Yangtze River, dripping down on him when the breeze blows. silvery white.

But... just such a woman, a petite woman, was abused by her husband until she was out of shape.

He still remembered that there were few days in the whole year that her face was colorless. Usually, her face was blue and purple from time to time, and it was normal for her face to swell up like a steamed bun. Her hair was also withered and yellow...the corners of her mouth were bleeding... ...that was her normal state, miserable.

At that time, Wang Hui swore that he would treat his wife and children well in the future...Because Wang Ren not only abused his wife, but also abused his son. He beat Wang Hui just like kicking a football. Slapping him from the window to the door was a common occurrence. Not only did he beat them, but he also starved them... If he had money, he would go out to find a female ticket, and then go home to find his wife when the female ticket was not available. He didn't care if his son was by his side, he grabbed his wife and pushed him to the ground, and he took off his pants and went to bed... …Wang Ren is such a person. When he did this that day, he was hit on the shoulder by his son who was finally able to lift the pickaxe.

From then on, Wang Ren ran away.

Wang Hui, on the other hand, became the pillar of the family and another man who abused Sun Xiuli.

Every time Wang Hui beat his mother, Sun Xiuli, he would kneel down and beg for mercy. He cried, crying miserably, saying that he was wrong, that he was a beast or a bastard, that he would never dare again... just as he was crying In the sound, Sun Xiuli gave him out of the university, and she died early.

Before she died, Wang Hui also swore that she would never beat anyone again, and would never abuse his wife and children.

Unfortunately, after getting married, Wang Hui still couldn't help it.

He was lying on the bed at the moment, and called a friend: "I said, Lao Wu, do you think this girl I married is sick, and the newlyweds are going to sleep in the study!"

"What? What! She won't listen to me!"

"I'm just setting rules for her!"

"Damn! I just married her. She is mine. Do you understand my stuff? I can use my stuff as I want, play with it as I want, and do what I want her to do." What! Fuck me! How dare she not dump me! Fuck!"

Wang Hui kept complaining to "Old Wu" on the other end of the phone.

"You said this woman is really brave, right? When you chased your ex back then, you took her to the middle of the lake by boat, asked her if she wanted to date you, and threw her into the river if she didn't agree. You still pay attention to this as a good thing, why do you have the face to reason with me, I said Lao Wu?

"Go, go! Don't bother me!"

Wang Hui laughed loudly: "Come on, women are just cheap, if you don't beat them, you can just beat them honestly! That's enough, I won't tell you anymore, bye bye!"

After talking with his friends, Wang Hui felt much better.

Putting down the phone, he fell into a drowsy sleep...

"My dear, don't worry..." The deep female voice echoed Schubert's serenade: "The bright moon shines on the earth, the treetops are whispering, and no one comes to disturb us, my dear, don't worry...don't worry..."

In the middle of the night, this song seemed to be calling for souls...

Of course Wang Hui knew who was singing. He angrily picked up his phone and pressed it on. Taking advantage of the weak light of the phone, he lifted the quilt and went down to the floor, ready to go to the study next door to find Xiang Jingjing to vent his anger——

"Ah!" There was a sharp pain in his foot, and Wang Hui hurriedly jumped up, but the other foot was also stabbed—he must be bleeding!In a panic, I reached out and fumbled on the wall, and finally touched the light switch... It clicked, and there was no response... No response!

Could it be a power outage?

Could it be... Xiang Jingjing didn't clean up the glass and tiles on the ground just now?

Wang Hui stretched out his hand to open the door, his foot hurt so badly, so badly!

"Xiang Jingjing!" he called, "Jingjing! Come out! Xiangjing!"

He called a few times, but no one answered, only a gust of night wind opened the curtains, and the moonlight outside the window fell on the clean floor of his house——