Quick Wear: The host is addicted to abusing scum and is cruel and brutal

"Then what should I call you?" Zhao Mu felt a little aggrieved.

Seeing Zhao Mu posing like this, Fu Qi slapped him again, "Don't make such an expression, it's disgusting."

"From today on, call me Master."

Zhao Mu felt very aggrieved, but he couldn't beat him, so he had to do what he was told.

After cleaning the living room, he felt his waist was so tired.

Thinking about having to go to work tomorrow, how can he do that with his face like this?

He didn't look in the mirror and didn't notice that the redness on his face had gone down, but he didn't know because the pain hadn't gone away.

Those were the medicines Fu Qi gave him. After all, you can't just leave him at home and eat for free.

"Transfer all the money in your card to me." Fu Qi was not polite at all.

Zhao Mu's salary was much higher than the original owner's, but he never took out any money. According to him, he needed to pay off the mortgage, and the original owner should pay for the household expenses.

Originally, the original owner was just thinking about being a couple and didn’t care so much.

Now Fu Qi will not let this bastard get away with it.

Zhao Mu always kept his purse tightly guarded. When he heard Fu Qi's words, his first reaction was to refuse.

But just as he shook his head and before he could say anything, a stick came down on his head, making him scream. How could there be such a person without martial ethics?

"I'll transfer it. I'll transfer it to you now. Stop hitting me." Zhao Mu shouted.

"It seems like you're just itchy all over and just want to be beaten. It would have been better if you had just been obedient earlier." Fu Qi was very disgusted.

Since the original owner had never asked before, he felt relieved. All the money was placed in the same card, and now he let Fu Qi transfer it all directly.

Zhao Mu felt heartbroken when he thought about how all his savings over the years were transferred away by Fu Qi.

He was so heartbroken that his face was distorted, and then he was slapped again by Fu Qi and became completely obedient.

The already loose tooth is now shaking even more.

When Zhao Mu went to work the next day, he still felt sore all over.

The original owner had been tired for so long, so Fu Qi took a day off and went out to enjoy himself.

Only the money you spend on yourself belongs to you.

Zhao Mu still has a considerable amount of savings, so Fu Qi doesn't feel bad at all when spending money.

Fu Qi directly applied for a card for the original owner at the beauty salon, and then had a thorough beauty treatment from head to toe.

After having a big meal outside, I started shopping and bought a lot of jewelry, clothes and bags.

Now I'm like a completely different person from head to toe.

When Fu Qi came back, she found that no one was home. However, she had already eaten out and did not expect Zhao Mu to cook. After all, there was no need for her to torture her stomach now.

When Zhao Mu came back, he thought that there would be hot meals waiting for him as usual.

What I saw was Fu Qi, who looked radiant, and a pile of shopping bags.

He must have spent his own money. With his wife's salary, how could he afford to spend like this?

"Why are you buying so many things? Is it necessary at your age? It's better to save the money for future use."

Sure enough, as soon as this man opens his mouth, people can't help but want to beat him up.

Fu Qi took out a stick directly from behind the sofa.

When Zhao Mu saw the stick, he immediately remembered the horror of last night and cursed himself in his heart for talking too much.

It's just too late for him to remember now. Even if he couldn't remember, Fu Qi would find other excuses to beat him up.

Zhao Mu was dragged into the guest room like a dead dog.

The stick in Fu Qi's hand fell directly, and soon Zhao Mu turned into a swollen pig head again. Almost every part of his body was beaten by the stick.

Zhao Mu didn't expect that it was just his first time taking action last night, but this woman became so violent.

"Hurry up and get up and clean up." Fu Qi kicked the man who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead and he jumped up immediately.

"Didn't we clean yesterday?" Zhao Mu thought about how he was so busy last night that his back and waist ached. Why did he have to clean again now?

Hearing that he dared to mutter here, Fu Qi took out the whip from yesterday without saying a word.

Zhao Mu was soon beaten to pieces again. He rolled around on the ground, but the whip seemed to have eyes and he couldn't avoid it at all.

When Fu Qi finally stopped, Zhao Mu was already lying on the ground like a dead dog, and the wounds on his body began to heal slowly.

Zhao Mu felt very strange this morning, after all, he fainted last night.

Now that he saw the changes in himself with his own eyes, his first reaction was fear. He wondered if his body had mutated.

But he didn't dare to ask now. He could only struggle to get up and clean up. If he was a step slower, he was afraid that Fu Qi's whip would fall on him again.

While Zhao Mu was working, he was thinking in his heart how he could get revenge.

So after he finished his work, he diligently poured a glass of milk for Fu Qi, "Drinking milk before bed will help you sleep."

Fu Qi looked at the glass of milk in his hand. He was still smiling shyly, and it was obvious that he had bad intentions.

A lot of sleeping pills were put into the milk, hoping to kill her after she fell asleep.

Fu Qi curled up the corner of his mouth into a smile, then took the cup from his hand.

Zhao Mu thought his plan was about to succeed, and tried hard to suppress the upward smile on his lips.

But in the next second, the milk in Fu Qi's hand splashed directly onto his face.

He was completely stunned, and the milk on his face dripped onto the ground. He reached out to wipe the milk stains off his face.

"Bitch, you didn't hit me lightly just now, did you?" The cup hit the ground and broke into pieces.

Fu Qi stood up and pressed him directly to the ground.

Zhao Mu's knees fell on the broken glass, causing blood to flow from his knees.

The piercing pain spread, and he tried desperately to stand up, but Fu Qi pinned him to the ground.

Seeing that he was still trying to struggle, Fu Qi grabbed his hair and slammed his head to the ground.

The sound of the head hitting the ground was so deafening.

Zhao Mu saw stars and his head felt like it was cracked open.

When he thought he was going to be killed, Fu Qi stopped and said, "Clean the floor for me."

Zhao Mu was really scared this time. When he slammed the ground hard just now, he really thought he was dead.

While Fu Qi was returning to the room, he stumbled to his feet and quickly ran outside. He wanted to call the police. He couldn't keep getting beaten like this or someone would die.

Fu Qi opened the door again and quickly cleaned up the dirt on the floor.