After the divorce, he regretted his ex-husband too much

He really didn't want to look at this lunatic, every time he was looked at by her exposed eye, he would have nightmares for days when he went back.

"Go inside and play for a while, I will leave after chatting with my aunt." Jiang Bingqiu said in a dignified voice.

Although Pingping disliked him in every possible way, he was afraid of his mother, Jiang Bingqiu. She punished him as if she was not his son, and beat him until he couldn't get out of bed for ten and a half months.

There are also grandpa and great-grandpa, they are very dignified, they use all kinds of harsh methods to train him, saying that they want him to be an extremely strong man, he is too scared.

The three went to the secret room, Jiang Bingqiu sat at the desk, saw the half-painted painting, and frowned displeasedly: "Since the last time I painted this painting, there is only one more house, what are you doing? Are you fooling me? There is still one week before Mr. Zhao's golden wedding, if you can't draw a picture, you won't be able to see Lele next month. "

"I can't see them, my thoughts are disturbed, I really can't draw, now I see Pingping, my inspiration comes, I can draw now!" Jiang Yongzhu said and looked at the little boy: "Pingping, you can help me grinding?"

Pingping really wanted to refuse, but seeing Jiang Bingqiu's eyes, he replied crisply: "Yes."

Although Pingping is only seven years old, he has already written very beautiful brush drawings, and his grinding posture is very skilled and professional.

Jiang Yongzhu looked fondly at the grinding flat, and when the ink was ground out, he picked up the brush and began to draw.

When Jiang Yongzhu was painting, he seemed to be a different person. He was very serious, and his body seemed to be shining, which made people want to take a second look involuntarily.

Pingping likes to draw since he was a child. Although he likes to see Jiang Yongzhu's paintings, he is also very afraid of Jiang Yongzhu, a weird person.

It’s just that sometimes love overcomes fear, and when every plant and tree appear on the rice paper smoothly in front of Jiang Yongzhu, the fear in Pingping’s heart disappears, and he will ask Jiang Yongzhu why her paintings are so beautiful?

Half an hour later, a painting was completed. When Jiang Yongzhu put the brush into the brush cup, he 'accidentally' knocked off the brush cup made of porcelain.

"Can Pingping help my aunt pick up the debris?" Jiang Yongzhu asked gently.

"Yes." Pingping replied without thinking.

Jiang Bingqiu watched the two bend over to pick up the tiles on the ground, and didn't think too much, but admired the painting on the table where the ink was still wet.

Although she wants to call Jiang Yongzhu an aunt, in Jiang Bingqiu's eyes, Jiang Yongzhu is a useless person who can't see the light.

If it weren't for her superb painting skills, a painting would be sold to hundreds of millions by the outside world, and it would be a cash cow. Using her paintings can attract the hearts of those noble and powerful.

She had already made Jiang Yongzhu really disappear.

"Ah..." Ping Ping, who was picking up the pieces, was cut by the sharp porcelain, and he cried out in pain.

"I'm sorry, it's all my aunt's fault. My aunt shouldn't have asked you to pick up the pieces for me." Jiang Yongzhu held her wound with a flat hand, and wiped the blood on it with his own clothes, trying to stop the bleeding.

I was not afraid of Jiang Yongzhu's mediocrity, but because his hand was cut, he was full of hatred for Jiang Yongzhu, so he pushed Jiang Yongzhu away hard.

Jiang Yongzhu was pushed down on the broken porcelain, his face wrinkled in pain.

Seeing that Jiang Yongzhu fell into the pile of broken porcelain like a leaf, a sneer of disgust floated in Jiang Bingqiu's eyes.

She's gone crazy like this, and she doesn't forget to miss her child. As long as she threatens her child and asks her to do something, she doesn't dare to resist. It's really pitiful for the parents of the world!

It's her, she won't be so stupid because a child has been at the mercy of others for so many years.

Relatives and children are just floating clouds, and only with power in hand can we bring an absolute sense of security.

"It's all your fault, you're the one who hurt me, you're a nemesis who is neither human nor ghost, mom, let's go, I don't want to stay in this ghostly place!"

Seeing Pingping's dislike for Jiang Yongzhu, Jiang Bingqiu was very satisfied: "You really are, you finally saw Pingping, and even hurt Pingping's hand, in order to prevent you from accidentally hurting Pingping next time, in the past two months, You don't want to see Pingping anymore."

Jiang Yongzhu hurriedly hugged Jiang Bingqiu's leg with bloody hands, and begged in a real voice: "Please, don't treat me like this, you promised me that I will see them once a month, and I will see them next month People are Lele, you must bring Lele to see me, otherwise I won't paint for you."

Lele is her youngest daughter, and Pingping and Lele take turns to let her watch it once a month.

This time it is mediocre, next month it will be Lele.

She wants to see her daughter more than her son.

Because although the daughter is afraid of her, she still smiles at her.

The daughter's smile is the motivation to support her to live.

Seeing that Jiang Yongzhu's white clothes were covered with blood, and holding her legs with bloody hands, Jiang Bingqiu felt sick in her heart. She hated the color of blood very much.

Jiang Bingqiu raised her foot and kicked Jiang Yongzhu's shoulder forcefully with her pointed high-heeled shoes.

Jiang Yongzhu was kicked by her and fell to the ground, unable to get up, his body trembling with pain.

Seeing Jiang Yongzhu lying on the broken porcelain like garbage, bloodthirsty pleasure appeared in Jiang Bingqiu's eyes, he took off the bracelet on his wrist, pressed a bead on the bracelet, and the bracelet turned into a slender chain.

It was made of special materials, and the ball at the top of the chain seemed very small, but it was extremely painful when it hit the person.

"Will you see it or not? It depends on my mood. If you threaten me, you know who will suffer. If you want them to suffer, you don't have to paint." Jiang Bingqiu said in a terrifying voice, repeatedly Slapped on Jiang Yongzhu.

"Ah...ah..."

Jiang Yongzhu's tragic cry sounded in the quiet secret room.

"Xiaoqiu, I was wrong, I don't dare anymore, don't hit me, please don't hit me!"

"Xiaoqiu, I will draw. I will draw as much as you want me to. Please don't hit me!"

However, Jiang Bingqiu did not stop because of Jiang Yongzhu's begging, and the bloodthirsty smile on his face became even stronger.

Qiao Ran, who was lying in the dark cell, saw Jiang Bingqiu's crazy and bloody smiling face through a small gap, and wished he could rush out to rescue Jiang Yongzhu immediately.

But she can't, this is definitely not the first time Jiang Yongzhu has been bullied.

In order to wipe out the Jiang family and make them have no way to fight back, she could only bear with it and recorded Jiang Bingqiu's crazy and terrifying side with a micro video recorder.

Seeing this scene, Ping Ping clenched his small hands into fists, his body trembled slightly, and his eyes were full of fear.

After hitting it more than a dozen times, Jiang Bingqiu put it away, and the thin chain more than one meter long quickly retracted into a delicate bracelet.

Jiang Bingqiu put the bracelet on her hand and watched Jiang Yongzhu lying on the ground like mud, with a bloodthirsty sneer of satisfaction at the corner of her mouth.

The biggest advantage of turning this bracelet into a weapon is that it obviously leaves the opponent without any injuries, but it can beat the opponent to death.

Half an hour later, all the traces on the victim's body will disappear, and even forensic autopsy can't find out the reason.

"Auntie, I told you that as long as you are obedient, you can save yourself from suffering, but you don't listen every time, you just want to talk back to me. In the end, you have suffered and painted. Why do you say that? Be honest, don't cry and howl in the middle of the night, otherwise, I will reward you with a pack of medicine, so that you will never be able to cry!"

After Jiang Bingqiu finished speaking, he took the painting and left. Pingping, who was following Jiang Yongzhu, looked complicatedly at Jiang Yongzhu who was lying on the ground when he turned the corner and left.

After a while, Qiao Ran came out from the dark compartment under the table and saw Jiang Yongzhu covered in blood on the ground, his eyes filled with distress.

"Does she bully you like this every time she comes?" Qiao Ran bent over and helped Jiang Yongzhu up from the broken porcelain, painstakingly and carefully disposing of the broken porcelain on her arm.

"Fortunately, this time I pretended to touch the mechanism, stabbed myself, and deliberately fell on the tile, so she didn't hit it for long, but the tiny stick of that thing hit her body, but it hurt like life." Jiang Yongzhu's voice was calm and he was used to speaking.