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Leng Qingqing admitted that she was surprised when she saw Li Qiang roll up his sleeves and angrily come over.

Of course Li Qiang couldn't do anything, because as soon as he raised his hand, he was stopped by his relatives.

"Li Qiang, what are you doing? If you have anything to say, please speak up!"

Li Qiang's eyes were like bells, and he stared straight at Leng Qingqing: "Uncle, get out of here, this matter has nothing to do with you, it is our own business, Old Li's!"

In such a serious occasion, everyone was afraid that Leng Qingqing would be beaten.

Only Leng Qingqing covered her mouth because she was afraid that she would laugh out loud.

System: "What kind of magical scene is this? I can't understand it anymore. Do Li Qiang and the others think the cameras here are just decorations? Or do they really think you are their daughter-in-law?"

Leng Qingqing: "Compared with the guests, they are actors... The world owes the Li family an Oscar."

Art comes from life, and the bloody and mentally retarded plots in life are far more unbelievable than those in TV series.

No one knows how the old Li family's weird minds work.

Regarding Li Qiang's excessive behavior, Leng Qingqing sighed and made the following comments to the point.

"It's too deep into the drama, there's no way to save it."

Outside the office, the bald director and a group of staff crowded in with equipment, but they didn't show any sign of Li Qiang's intention to beat the female guest. Instead, they were extremely excited.

Li Qiang is tall and tall, tall and thick. Compared with his skinny relatives, he looks like he grew up eating pig feed.

Therefore, as soon as he pushed, the relative who stopped him staggered.

"No one can talk today!" Li Qiang blew out two hot breaths from his nose: "If she dares to bully my mother, I will beat her! Let her know who is in charge in this family!"

Li Qiang, who was as big as a mountain, strode over here.

He raised his dark palm and slapped it on the deserted cheek.

"Qiangzi, can't fight!"

"Stop it!"

Several shouts broke out among the relatives, trying to stop this ridiculous behavior.

But it didn't have much effect. Li Qiang's palm had already fallen, as fast as the wind. No matter how he looked at the delicate female star, he couldn't avoid it.

Bald director: "Give me a close-up quickly. I must capture the scene where Leng Qingqing is beaten!"

All camera positions were given to Li Qiang and Leng Qingqing.

The camera focused on that delicate face.

As expected, in the next second, this face, which is more delicate than flower petals, will become swollen and bruised to a terrifying degree.

However, before Li Qiang's slap fell, he was punched first.

Or the position of the abdomen.

Leng Qingqing maintained his punching posture, his face was pale and almost expressionless.

When severe pain hit him, Li Qiang's expression changed first. He subconsciously covered his stomach and arched his body into a standard shrimp shape.

Then he collapsed on the spot, his face was painful, and he was sweating profusely.

"My son!"

Seeing this scene, Zhang Aihua quickly pushed away the people around her, rushed over, knelt on the ground, and helped Li Qiang up.

She pointed her other hand at her deserted nose and cursed.

"Little bitch, how can you be such a wife! How dare you hit someone... My son is right, you really want to rebel!"

Leng Qingqing withdrew her fist and said: "Mother-in-law, what you said is wrong. Why didn't you come out to defend me when your son wanted to beat me before? You can't have such double standards in life."

"Besides, there is a saying that goes like this," she thought for a moment and said, "If you go out to fool around, you will have to pay it back sooner or later."

Seeing how skillfully Li Qiang slaps people, he must have hit many people.

This man took it for granted that he would only swing his fist at women.

"Tsk, tsk." Leng Qingqing crossed her arms and suddenly seemed to understand something. She made an expression of realization and said, "No wonder no woman wants your son."

Zhang Aihua almost spat out a mouthful of old blood: "You, what are you talking nonsense about!"

Leng Qingqing raised her eyebrows and looked around: "Am I wrong? Your son likes to beat women. Which serious person would want his daughter to be with your son, unless he thinks he doesn't live long enough."

Zhang Aihua's face was ugly enough, and she could even be called frightened. She wanted to jump up from the ground and block Leng Qingqing's mouth.

But before Leng Qingqing finished speaking, he kept blaring from one mouth to the next, and his hatred level was completely filled up in just a few seconds.

"Your son is such a big guy, and one punch would kill anyone. If anyone has a grudge against another girl, just introduce her to your son!"

The onlookers around included not only relatives who helped Lao Li's family, but also neighbors from almost the entire village. They all came here.

Outside the door, in the courtyard, there are three floors inside and three floors outside, surrounded by water.

In fact, the neighbors came because they wanted to see what the goddess-like female star looked like.

I just didn't expect that I would accidentally hear some 'secrets'.

"I really didn't expect that Li Qiang, who looks so honest, actually likes to beat women."

"Whoever married this girl will be in trouble for eight lifetimes."

"Which matchmaker with no conscience dares to matchmaker for the Li family again, I will be the first to spit on her!"

We all live in the same village, and Li Qiang is usually very polite when meeting people. He calls out "grandfather and auntie" and looks very honest.

Unexpectedly, he actually likes to hit people behind his back.

This female star is right, he is so big, if he is beaten down, he will be half dead?

The aunt has long since dared not say a word, and Leng Qingqing's fighting power is stronger than she could imagine.

Li Qiang was so tall that he was beaten by her until he curled up on the ground, unable to fight back at all.

The voices of neighbors and relatives in the yard grew louder and louder.

"Zhang Aihua, take good care of your son."

"How can a grown man bully a girl? It's really an embarrassment to our village people."

"You really know people, faces but not hearts."

Zhang Aihua originally wanted to silence one person in Leng Qingqing, but now she wanted to silence the entire village.

But this is obviously impossible.

Faced with everyone's accusations, Zhang Aihua felt aggrieved and shed a few tears.

But no one cared.