Just met you: This guy is a bit warm

Wang Xiazhi naturally sat there motionless, his eyes fixed on the TV screen.

Seeing that Wang Xiazhi had no intention of getting up, Su Dayong narrowed his eyes slightly, suddenly stood up and pounced towards Wang Xiazhi.

He raised his hand high and slapped Wang Xiazhi.

Su Dayong used all his strength to slap her. She didn't even give him the money for discharge from the hospital, and now she still had this attitude when he returned home. Su Dayong felt that all his new and old grudges were attributed to this slap.

At this moment, Wang Xiazhi's cheeks swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a blown-up balloon, with deep five-fingerprints clearly imprinted on them, as if they would be branded on her face forever.

The corner of her mouth had also cracked, and a stream of bright red blood slowly flowed down like a winding red line.

Wang Xiazhi originally thought that Su Dayong was just a down-and-out stray dog and would definitely not dare to do anything excessive to her again. After all, he had nothing now and had no confidence at all.

However, to her surprise, this man actually dared to attack her again.

At this moment, Wang Xiazhi's eyes were fixed on Su Dayong, and her eyes were filled with a sinister chill that made people shudder.

She seemed to want to tear the man in front of her into pieces to relieve the hatred in her heart.

"You... dare to hit me? Haha..." Wang Xiazhi chuckled, but the laughter was particularly harsh, like a sharp knife, piercing people's hearts.

Although her voice was soft, the anger and resentment contained in it were so strong that it could not be ignored.

Wang Xiazhi quickly took out her cell phone from her pocket, took a picture of herself, and then sent it to her lawyer.

At this time, Su Dayong, who was standing next to her, saw this scene and was secretly happy, thinking that she was carefully observing her face, which was red and swollen from being beaten by him, on the screen of her mobile phone.

Thinking of this, Su Dayong couldn't help but smile proudly.

However, just when Su Dayong was still immersed in self-indulgence, Wang Xiazhi suddenly rushed towards him at an astonishing speed.

She just held the phone tightly in her hand, and then threw it at the other person without hesitation.

As Su Dayong had not expected such a situation to happen at all, he had no time to react.

With a loud "bang", the cell phone hit Su Dayong's forehead hard.

In an instant, Su Dayong felt a sharp pain and a big bump quickly appeared on his forehead.

He covered his head in pain, with an expression of surprise and anger on his face.

At this moment, he looked even more ridiculous than Wang Xiazhi.

"You dare to hit me? I've already told you that I'm not the Wang Xiazhi I used to be. How can I let you bully me?" Wang Xiazhi's eyes were cold. He spat at Su Dayong fiercely and said viciously.

She put her hands on her hips, her face full of anger and disdain.

At this time, Su Dayong's face was as pale as paper, and cold sweat was pouring down his forehead.

He only felt a blackness in front of his eyes and a buzzing sound in his head, as if countless bees were flying around.

His body, which had just recovered from illness, became even weaker after this ordeal.

His steps were unsteady and shaky, as if he would fall to the ground at any moment, and then he fell straight onto the sofa, gasping for breath.

However, Wang Xiazhi did not soften her heart.

She looked at Su Dayong's miserable appearance without a trace of pity in her heart. Instead, she smiled contemptuously and said sarcastically, "Stop pretending. Do you think you can win my sympathy like this?"

"Dad, Dad, what's wrong with you?" Su Jiawang was shocked by the scene in front of him as soon as he opened the door. He saw his father lying on the sofa with a pale face, cold sweat, and a big swollen bump on his forehead.

Su Jiawang's heart tightened. Without even bothering to put on his shoes, he rushed to his father, his face full of concern and anxiety. He asked in a trembling voice, "Dad, what happened to you?"

In his eyes, his father is not only the backbone of the family and the head of the household, but also the financial pillar for his wanton squandering.

If something really happened to his father, what would he do in the future?

He couldn't imagine how difficult life would be without this support.

Thinking of this, Su Jiawang's eyes revealed a hint of fear and uneasiness.

Seeing his son caring about him so much, Su Dayong felt warm in his heart: Fortunately, there is a son in this family who treats him sincerely.

Fortunately, I insisted on having a son. The old saying is true: raise a son to provide for your old age. My daughter will eventually marry and become someone else's. Only my son is my own family.

"Your mother hit me with her cell phone." Su Dayong gently touched the bump on his forehead, and a piercing pain instantly hit him, making him grin and scream.

Su Jiawang widened his eyes and looked at his mother in disbelief, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

He glared at his mother, his voice filled with anger and confusion: "Mom, Dad is the pillar of our family! He is the head of the family, how could you hit him?"

"Mom, take a good look at what you've done to my dad. How could you be so cruel?"

Then, Su Jiawang became more and more excited. He raised his voice and continued, "Every day, what you eat, drink, use, and wear, which one of them is not supported by my father's hard-earned money? Without my father's hard work, this family would have fallen apart long ago. Don't you know that?"

"Mom, if anything happens to my dad, can you support me and yourself?"

Faced with her son's questioning, Wang Xiazhi chose to swallow her anger.

Her son is still in college, and in her eyes, he is just a child. She doesn't want the dispute between her and Su Dayong to affect her son's emotions.

Su Dayong felt very proud when he saw Wang Xiazhi lowering her head and not daring to say anything after being scolded by her son.

He stopped breathing, put his arms behind him on the back of the sofa, and sat with his legs apart.

That's right. In a family, women have no right to speak. That's how it should be.

His son is a good man, with his own style. From now on, he is not afraid that his son will be bullied by his wife and cannot hold his head up.

Men who are afraid of their wives are the most useless.

"Mom, I don't care what happened between you and Dad, you have to apologize to my Dad!" Su Jiawang looked at his mother seriously and seemed determined to not give up until he achieved his goal.