Zhao Miaomiao could even see some shiny black cockroaches crawling around in the room. He stomped on one and crushed it on the floor.
I don't know how long I have worn the white sneakers on my feet, they are a little yellowed and have rough edges. Under the school uniform was a thin body with clear white fingers and slightly reddish pads.
Zhao Miaomiao sat up, trying to mobilize the breath in her body.
I don't know how long after this, there was a loud slamming sound from outside the door.
Father Ye came back from get off work and was kicking the door with his feet.
"Little bastard! Why don't you hurry up and come out to me! You didn't do well in the exam, yet you still dare to beat your mother! I think you need to clean up, I have to beat you to death today!"
Father Ye's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, and he kicked the door vigorously with his fist while pounding on it.
Zhao Miaomiao opened his eyes and cast his eyes on the wooden bench next to the table.
With a sound of "ßÑ!", the door was kicked open and hit the wall, and a large piece of wall skin fell off the wall immediately.
"Little bastard! What a shame! I told you not to open the door for a long time, right? I must beat you to death today!" Father Ye walked towards Zhao Miaomiao with fierce eyes, fists clenched.
Zhao Miaomiao stood up silently, resting her right hand on the wooden bench.
Mother Ye followed Father Ye, and said with disgust on her face, "I think he is getting older and more ignorant! Husband, you must teach him a good lesson. Otherwise, he will have nothing to do in the future!"
When Father Ye heard this, he immediately punched Zhao Miaomiao in the face.
Zhao Miaomiao dodged sideways, picked up the wooden stool on the ground and threw it at Father Ye's head.
With a sound of "Boom!", Father Ye took a few steps back while covering his head, and the bright red blood dripped down from his face.
Mother Ye was stunned, pointed at Zhao Miaomiao and cursed angrily, "Ye Han! You are crazy! How dare you hit your father! You unfilial son! You trash!"
"Shut up, you just call your son useless and useless all day long. Do you think you are smart? The child you gave birth to is not smart because you are a stupid woman." Zhao Miaomiao's voice was cold.
"What did you say! Shut up!" Ye Mu raised her palm and slapped Zhao Miaomiao in the face.
Zhao Miaomiao waved her left hand, opened her hand, and said impatiently, "It's either scolding or beating, I'm lucky to survive, and you want your child to have excellent grades?
In such an environment, with so many extravagant expectations, I have to keep my eyes open to see what I have given me. "
Father Ye covered his forehead with one hand, and blood flowed into his eyes. He was hit by a wooden stool, and he felt a little dizzy, and it took him a while to recover.
He first looked at Zhao Miaomiao in disbelief, and then saw him arguing with Ye Mu, and the anger in his heart burst out.
He dodged to find a wooden stick outside, and hit Zhao Miaomiao fiercely, "Nizi! Go to hell!"
Zhao Miaomiao has been paying attention to Father Ye's movements, and saw him smiling maliciously and picking up a wooden stick, quickly blocked it with the wooden stool in his hand, and kicked Father Ye's leg.
He moved quickly, but his strength was not enough. Father Ye only felt a little pain.
This move made Father Ye even more annoyed. He gritted his teeth and said, "Today we must clean you up!"
Father Ye's hand kept moving, every time he wanted to hit Zhao Miaomiao's head.
Zhao Miaomiao kept defending to stop Father Ye's atrocities.
Seeing that Father Ye hadn't beaten Zhao Miaomiao to the ground, Mother Ye's eyes flashed coldly, she rushed up and hugged Zhao Miaomiao's waist, and shouted, "Husband! Beat him up!" (Remember this site's website: www. hlnovel.com