Feng Yin instantly urinated quickly, jumped and covered his butt without any image, and ran into the man’s house.
“What are you doing! Go out, I’ll call the police!”
The man was furious and grabbed Feng Yin’s clothes with one hand, but Feng Yin was like a slippery loach, and he crawled in.
In the entrance of less than two meters, Feng Yin passed in just two seconds.
She finally knew what the man was hiding.
The ground was covered with glass slags, messy debris, and the most dazzling one was the woman with scars and blood.
Bluish nose and swollen face, bruised and bloody.
A piece of the woman’s scalp was torn off, there was no shoe on her feet, her exposed arms and neck were all bruised, and the old and the new were intertwined.
Torture is just that.
But ironically, there are wedding photos of two people hanging on the wall, smiling happily and brightly.
At that time, they had imagined that there would be today’s scene.
“Get out–you get out–I’ll complain you–“
“Okay, you complain, I’ll call the police, it’s just right.”
Feng Yin turned around and smiled at the man.
“I’m very heavy. I heard that having a marriage certificate is equivalent to violence and legality. Is there any family conflict?”
“I’ll analyze a man like you. I’ll see if I guess right.”
“I don’t have the ability to pretend to be a grandson for others outside and vent my wife when I go home to vent my anger on my wife, or I’ll see that my wife is better than you and is beautiful. When you see her talking to others and working with others, you start to panic and lose her.”
“Love you with a paranoid I love you, don’t leave me, and commit violence. No, you can make me laugh for a while…”