Siheyuan: Three slaps slapped my brother Shazhu

"You little bitch, it's all your fault. If you hadn't taken all our money, do you think we would have come?"

"Hurry up and give me the money, or I'll beat you to death!"

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

As soon as Bai Xiaohu finished speaking, He Yushui rushed over, grabbed him by the collar, and slapped him several times.

"I'll teach you a lesson. If you dare to spew shit again, I'll cut off your tongue!"

"Get lost, you wimp!"

After slapping him several times, He Yushui kicked him away.

Before Widow Bai and Grandpa Sun could react, they saw Bai Xiaohu fall to the ground.

"Son, how are you? Are you okay?"

Widow Bai immediately trotted over and tried to lend a hand to Bai Xiaohu. But when she saw the painful expression on her son's face, she felt heartbroken.

"He Yushui, just say whatever you want to say. Why did you hit my son?" Widow Bai helped her son, who was covering his stomach, up.

"What a joke! You break into a private house and you think you're justified?"

"You're calling me a little bitch on the left and on the right. I've been wanting to beat you up for a long time."

"I advise you to get out of here right now, or I will call the police. You broke in without the owner's consent, you must be planning to rob me!"

After hearing what He Yushui said, the mother and son of the Bai family looked at each other and both wanted to back down.

"Old He, say something! Are you just going to watch your daughter bully us mother and son?"

Widow Bai looked at He Daqing pitifully, her eyes full of charm.

He Yushui got goosebumps when she saw this. Tsk tsk tsk tsk! I wonder if this old man He Daqing can handle it.

"I have already given you the money you deserve, and I have said everything I can. We have no relationship now, and I hope you don't want to live with me in the future."

Yohoo! He Yushui glanced at He Daqing. This old man is doing fine now! Has he figured it out?

"Lao He, you can't be so heartless! We really came to you because we are desperate. Please help us, otherwise my son's hand will really be lost!"

Widow Bai knelt on the ground all of a sudden, then walked to He Daqing's bed and tried to grab He Daqing's hand.

He Daqing dodged it immediately, stuffed his hands into the quilt with disgust, and wrapped the quilt around him.

"You can sell the house if you don't have money, right? Isn't that house yours? Can't you just sell the house and pay off your son's debt?"

"I don't believe you've spent all the money so quickly. Besides, you must have some private money, why don't you just take it out?"

"It was your son's hand that was chopped off, not my son's hand. If you don't feel sorry for him, why should I feel sorry for you?"

He Daqing looked at He Yushui as he spoke, and seeing the satisfied expression on her face, he couldn't help but become more and more excited.

This really pissed off the White Widow. He Daqing was not like this before! How come he has become like this now?

She did have some money, but it would be great if He Daqing gave her money! They were just trying their luck.

The result was completely different from what she expected. She didn't expect He Daqing to be so heartless!

"You better leave! If you don't leave, Yu Shui, you'll call the police!"

He Daqing made some harsh remarks. He really didn't want to bother with the White Widow anymore. She didn't even give him treatment when he was sick and just gave up on him. If he had any more contact with such a person, it would be really a shame.

"No, did I get beaten up for nothing? Pay me! If you don't pay me, I won't leave today!"

Bai Xiaohu sat down on the ground and started to act like a spoiled brat.

He Yushui looked at his watch and snorted, "Okay! Everyone in the yard will be back from get off work soon. If you don't leave, I'll have to have someone carry you away."

"But I can't guarantee where they will carry you. If you have the guts, just stay here and continue to sit!"

"We have plenty of time anyway!"

He Yushui sat down on the bench, crossed his feet comfortably, with a look of disdain on his face.

The White Widow was a little timid and glanced at Bai Xiaohu.

"Mom, let's go!"

"You will regret it later. Just wait and see!"

Bai Xiaohu jumped up, grabbed Bai Guafu and left.

"Hmph! Cowards!" He Yushui sneered as he watched the mother and son fleeing.

He Yushui turned around and stared at He Daqing, clicking his tongue twice and said, "Old man, I didn't realize that! You're no longer interested in the White Widow so quickly? Are you planning to replace her with a younger one?"

"It's true that even though a person may be old, his heart remains young! Tsk tsk tsk!"

After saying that, she gave him a look that showed she had understood the situation, and walked out of the room.

Grandpa Sun held back his laughter. This girl really knew how to make people angry!

Turning to look at He Daqing again, his face had indeed become much darker and he looked like he was about to explode.

"Yushui is a girl with a sharp tongue but a soft heart. You should never take it to heart. You should take care of your health first."

When Grandpa Sun saw He Daqing's decadent look, he could only say a few words of comfort.

He Yushui returned to his room as if nothing had happened, entered the space, held the flat panel and started looking for pictures. Now he couldn't just take out the tablet, so he could only draw it according to the appearance.

After all, she had learned sketching before, so this was not a difficult task for her. For a moment, the only sound in the space was the rustling sound of pencils on the drawing.

It was time to get off work, and the workers at the steel mill began to leave work one after another, walking towards the factory gate in groups of three or four.

Jiang Dalong, along with a few young men from the security department, stood at the door in a majestic manner, glancing back and forth at the workers leaving the factory.

Whenever they see someone with an unusual look on their face, they will go up to check. This has become their habit. Of course, the workers are also used to such checks, and no one dares to raise any objections, because the leader has said that only people with something to hide would not dare to ask the security department to check.

Qin Huairu twisted her hips and walked towards the factory gate, holding a lunch box in her hand. In the box was the food she hadn't finished at noon. She usually saved it for her two daughters when she got home. After all, the food in the factory cafeteria was much juicier than the ones she cooked herself.

Many people in the factory do this, and everyone is used to carrying lunch boxes in and out.

But today some people don't dare to go out so openly. That person is Sha Zhu. His old problem has come back again. Today he stole a box of lard and planned to go back and make some buns.

Normally Jiang Dalong doesn't work at the gate, but today he was like a door god, wandering back and forth at the gate. What should we do?

If he finds out, it would be a small matter to be embarrassed. But if I was fined and criticized on the factory radio, that would be a big deal. The embarrassment would be huge.