80s: Little Sweet Wife

Every time Wu Mei said a word, Wu Yue's face turned pale, but Wu Zhengsi felt more and more pleasant to listen to. Of course, he couldn't be the same as He Biyun, otherwise how could he be regarded as a provincial model?

He Biyun was furious, cursing with hatred: "Lao Wu, you can't help this **** girl talking nonsense? Look at what she said, it's amazing!"

Wu Zhengsi looked at her coldly, but felt disgusted, and what he said naturally didn't make much sense, "What did Meimei say wrong? Your education level is not high, and you usually don't listen to more reading, you deserve a child. look down on you!"

"How can you say that, Lao Wu? Yueyue is right, you really let this dead girl take away your soul, and we no longer have our mothers in your heart!"

He Biyun suddenly felt disheartened and tears flowed down her cheeks. She couldn't figure it out, how could a good life be like this?

Wu Mei snorted coldly and couldn't help but stabbed: "I, the victim, didn't cry, but Wu Yue, the murderer, cried first. What kind of drama are you singing?"

He Biyun's crying stopped abruptly, and he scolded: "What are you talking about? If you don't spread the rumor about your sister for a day, you will itch your tongue? I'll beat you to death!"

The persimmon was softly pinched, Wu Zhengsi couldn't vent the fire, of course she could only find Wu Mei!

Wu Mei's legs and feet were inflexible, so she didn't dodge for a while, so He Biyun grabbed her arm. Her body, which had not been beaten for a long time, was more sensitive to pain, and the pain made her gasp.

"Dad, I still have to draw on my arm!"

Wu Mei shouted, she knew what would impress Wu Zhengsi the most, and sure enough—

Wu Zhengsi's face turned cold, and Wu Mei was injured because of his leg, and as a result, he couldn't even participate in the city show. If he did, he might have a chance to show his face in the city's Spring Festival Gala. What a chance, Wu Yue was destroyed!

But he is not particularly uncomfortable, after all, there is still a national competition.

Compared with the Spring Festival Gala in the city, the national competition is not a little bit higher. Before the competition is over, Wu Mei's two hands are more precious than the national treasure, and they must not be damaged at all!

He Biyun was so daring and dared to hurt Wu Mei's hand, how could Wu Zhengsi not be angry?

He didn't want to scold anymore, he walked over and dragged He Biyun away, but he was still not relieved, and Wu Zheng thought, whose palms were itchy, didn't want to just slap him and slapped over, seeing He Biyun staggered and fell to the ground, he was relieved. !

"Ouch!"

Wu Mei didn't feel relieved~www.wuxiaspot.com~ shouted out intentionally, Wu Zhengsi hurriedly came over to check, Wu Mei's right little arm had a circle of green marks, which was very eye-catching!

"Dad, I'm out of strength!"

Wu Mei gestured a few times, her face panicked, but her heart was secretly happy. Her skin was tender, and she looked a lot of blue, but it didn't really matter. .

Wu Zhengsi was very anxious when he heard it. He didn't doubt Wu Mei's words at all, but he didn't see the whole circle on his hand turning blue!

"Dad will give you the active oil to wipe it!"

Wu Zhengsi didn't care about the girls on the ground, trotted to take out the active oil from the cabinet, and hurriedly rubbed Wu Mei, for fear that it would affect next year's competition.

"It's better, thanks Dad!"

Wu's eyebrows were sore that tears were dripping with tears, but He Biyun's pinching didn't hurt so much. Wu Zhengsi's rubbing really killed her!

But Wu Zhengsi thought that her hand was hurting badly, and she hated He Biyun even more, and her face was terrifyingly gloomy!