Quick Wear: The scumbag is on the prowl, beware

In the shopping mall, amid the pointing and talking of the onlookers, He's mother ran away in shame with He Jiabao.

Before leaving, He Jiabao looked at Qi An with a "well-behaved" face and said, "Aunt, come back with us. Jiabao knows that what I did before was wrong, and I won't do it again in the future."

He admitted his mistake, but the anger in his heart was heavier than ever.

I wanted to kill that bitch He Qing and cut her into pieces, just like my grandma cuts ribs.

At this point, He Qing had already moved out of home and rented a house outside.

He Jiabao wanted to trick her back and torture her to death slowly at home. After all, in that family, he was the emperor and everyone else was his slave.

He knew that He Qing was afraid of him and hated him, although for some reason today he suddenly seemed like a different person.

But he still firmly believed that once he returned to his territory, it would only take him a few minutes to kill He Qing.

Anyway, he was just a twelve-year-old minor and would not be punished for anything he did. So what if he killed He Qing?

It's her fault for always going against me. She even hit him today. She deserves to die.

He originally thought that given He Qing's defense against him, it would take a lot of effort to trick her back home, and he was even prepared to ask that old man to help convince her.

Unexpectedly, just as he finished speaking, He Qing said: "Of course we have to go back together. We are a family, so of course we have to be neat and tidy."

"Okay, let's go home."

Great, the prey has taken the bait.

At this moment, many bloody and violent ways of killing emerged in He Jiabao's mind, each of which he had played out in his mind for a long time.

His breathing became rapid, his heartbeat and blood pressure quickened, and he almost trembled with excitement.

He Jiabao turned around, the corners of his mouth curled up strangely, and he was immersed in his own fantasy.

Therefore, he did not notice that the woman who was staring at his back had an even more excited look than him.

He still didn't understand that the highest-level hunters often appear in the form of prey.

At this time, the little pervert He Jiabao didn't know that the person he invited home was a big bad wolf, the kind that eats children.

Qi An followed the grandparents and grandchildren back home. As soon as she entered the house, He Jiabao locked the door quietly.

Qi An opened the refrigerator directly, took out a bottle of He Jiabao's Coke, and drank it down with his head tilted back.

After spending so much time in the ancient times and the world of immortal cultivation, I really miss this fat otaku happy water.

Behind her, He Jiabao had a ferocious look on his face and hit her hard on the back of the head with an ashtray.

He's mother's eyes widened and a hint of hesitation flashed across her face, but when she thought of what had just happened in the mall, she turned her head and pretended not to see it.

It was her fault for bending her elbow outward and beating the baby like that. She should learn her lesson after she suffers a little.

Qi An's mouth curled up. What a fool who overestimates his own abilities. He really wasn't willing to pretend for even a second.

Feeling the wind behind her, she grabbed the large bowl from the refrigerator with lightning speed and slapped it on He Jiabao's face.

The large bowl was filled with yesterday's leftover Maoxuewang, which was very spicy. The red chili oil splashed all over He Jiabao's head and face.

Chili peppers also got into his eyes and nostrils. The wounds on his face from Qi An were already very painful, and the chili oil was like sprinkling salt on the wounds.

He Jiabao covered his face and screamed like a pig being slaughtered. The ashtray was smashed empty. Qi An reached out to grab it and opened the ashtray for him.

Now, his head and face were all red, and it was hard to tell which was chili oil and which was blood.

"Ah... I'm going to kill you..." He Jiabao screamed.

"what……"

He's mother was also frightened by this incident and screamed, cursing, "He Qing, you are such a heartless person, how could you have the heart to do this to him? He is your own nephew, how dare you?"

She rushed over and hugged He Jiabao, repeatedly asking, "Baby, are you okay? Grandma will wash you clean. Let's go to the hospital."

"roll……"

The furious He Jiabao pushed her away fiercely. He's mother's old waist hit the dining table and her face turned pale with pain.

He Jiabao stumbled into the bathroom, trying to wash the blood and chili oil off his head and face.

Qi An sneered: "Nephew? I don't want such a disgusting idiot to be my nephew. Besides, since he dared to attack me, he must be killed in return."

"Whether you are willing to be a dog slave to a beast is your business. In my case, if a beast dares to bite someone, I will pull out its teeth and break its four legs. Oh, no, five legs."

"You...you actually called my grandson a beast. You are the beast, you bastard..."

While cursing, He's mother picked up a feather duster and wanted to hit Qi An.

Qi An reached out and grabbed it, then slapped the hideous old man in the face.

"He Jiabao is a little beast, you are an old beast, your whole family is garbage, there is no normal person among you."

He's mother screamed and cried out after being slapped, and both sides of her cheeks were swollen.

He was still defending his grandson: "You're talking nonsense. The baby is smart and strong. He will definitely have a stable job and eat government food in the future. You even beat your own mother. You are a beast."

Qi An laughed so hard that he fell backwards. "Of course he can get a stable job. How can prison food not be considered public food? And he also gave me a silver bracelet. It will definitely bring honor to your He family."

"You're talking nonsense! How dare you curse my grandson? You're a bitch..."

Qi An pinched her chin, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, but his tone was extremely cold.

"Old man, I'm warning you, if I hear you say cheap or money-losing again, I will pull your tongue out with my own hands."

He's mother was frightened by her sinister tone. In her heart, this adopted daughter was the most soft-hearted and easy to control, but when did she become so scary?

In the past, no matter how He's mother beat and scolded He Qing, she would never fight back, because she was her mother, and the ethics and blood ties weighed heavily on her.

But what does that have to do with Boss Qi?

There is a very ridiculous phenomenon: the more uneducated the parents are, the more experts they are in moral kidnapping.

The saying "There are no parents who are not good" is itself the biggest joke.

He's mother couldn't believe that He Qing, who had always been submissive, would even hit her, but her first reaction was not anger, but fear.

So she slapped her thigh, sat on the ground and began to wail:

"I went through so much trouble to carry you for ten months and raise you up, and this is how you repay me. Why should I live? I won't live anymore."

"Threatening me with death? Morally blackmailing me?" Qi An laughed.

"What the hell is morality? You really think too highly of me. If you don't want to live, go die. If you don't dare, I'll help you?"

Qi An grabbed He's mother by the back of her collar and dragged her to the kitchen. He picked up a kitchen knife and handed it to her: "Do you want to do it or should I?"

He's mother was so frightened that she shrank back desperately, with tears and snot all over her face.

"You old bastard, you're trying to kill yourself with me. I think you just want to die."

Qi An raised the knife and pretended to chop, but He's mother rolled her eyes and fainted from fright.

She had no intention of killing the old man with a single blow. She had to die at the hands of her most beloved grandson.

Qi An was disgusted by the dirty look of He's mother, so he threw her a few meters away, and she just happened to hit He's father who was coming back from a walk.

As soon as Mr. He entered the door, he was knocked down by the strong body of Mr. He's mother. He screamed in pain and was pressed to the ground by Mr. He's mother.

He pushed He's mother away, sat up with a grin, and turned his head to see He's mother lying on the ground motionless, her face swollen like a pig's head.

At this time, He Jiabao also rushed out of the bathroom. His face was even more horrible and blood was still flowing from his head.

Father He was so distressed that his old eyes were as big as copper bells. He said in a lost voice: "Baby, which bastard beat you up like this?"