Several of Zhou Dahei's younger brothers immediately gathered around him, cursing and cursing.

"Zhang, you have a grudge against an adult, so you use force on a child. Isn't it unethical?"

"This time let's take advantage of him and beat him up!"

Just when Zhang Jiaqiang couldn't argue, someone in the dormitory yelled - someone is bullying Brother Qiang!

Following the sound of footsteps like a torrential rain, dozens of young men rushed over like a flood, carrying mop poles, shovels, half a brick, and even beer bottles and kitchen knives.

These are all laid-off workers yesterday, and the leader is Zhao Xiaoyong. This guy’s voice is like thunder, “Whoever dares to touch Brother Qiang, I will destroy him!”

The boys who had just shouted that they were going to beat someone were so frightened when they saw this scene that they squatted on the ground holding their heads.

Although Zhou Dahei's eyes showed fear, he also had a look of dissatisfaction. He squatted on the ground to protect his daughter's body, still cursing.

"Zhang, you can kill me. If I don't die this time, your whole family won't be able to live in peace!"

"Don't be ridiculous. Do you want to go to the bureau and stay for a few days before starting work?" Zhang Jiaqiang didn't want to start a fight at the door of the dormitory, so he immediately stopped Zhao Xiaoyong and others.

Turning to Zhou Dahei, he said, "Let me tell you clearly, I don't use such dirty tricks to deal with you kid. There are children today. Let you go first and leave quickly. Don't scare the children!"

Ever since Zhou Dahei's wife couldn't bear the abuse and ran away, his daughter has been his heart and soul.

Today, this guy decided that Zhang Jiaqiang was bullying his daughter, and he went straight to the point of death.

He pulled off the bandage on his head, and the wound immediately burst open, with blood flowing all over his face.

"The neighbors are all commenting. The man named Zhang has a grudge against me and bullies a three or four-year-old child. Is there any justice?"

Several family members in the dormitory passed by and when they saw this scene, they all pointed out what was wrong with Zhang Jiaqiang.

Zhou Dahei also took the risk. He pointed at Zhao Xiaoyong and the others with his hands full of blood and cursed, "I've got more than a hundred kilograms here. If you have the ability, you can chop me up alive today. Come on, I'll do it right here. Give me a good time."

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Zhang Jiaqiang also had a headache when he encountered such a ruthless man. There are laws to deal with him, and there is no need to resort to force.

Besides, I have something to do in the afternoon, so I really don’t have time to waste time on this guy!

We have to get him away now!

When he was in a dilemma, the old man selling popsicles came to him with a cart, slapped Zhou Dahei on the arm and said.

"Comrade, you have misunderstood. This young man saved your daughter..."

After the old man finished telling what happened intermittently, Zhou Dahei didn't believe that Zhang Jiaqiang could repay evil with kindness, so he hurriedly bent down to ask his daughter.

Although the little girl couldn't speak clearly, she pointed at Zhang Jiaqiang and shouted a few times to thank her uncle.

This week, Dahei was completely dumbfounded. He was neither advancing nor retreating. Seeing the embarrassment on Zhang Jiaqiang's face, he was stunned on the spot.

Fortunately, his brothers were smart and pulled him and shouted, "Brother Hei, go to the infirmary quickly, don't get tetanus!"

After they left in despair, Zhang Jiaqiang called all the brothers over, took out ten yuan and put it on the ice cream cart.

"Auntie, how much does your car cost? I'll cover it, okay? If the money is not enough, I will replenish it for you!"

There were at most 100 popsicles in this cart. The old lady worked hard in the bright sun all day and only earned three or two yuan. When they were wrapped, she was so happy that she couldn't open her mouth from ear to ear!

He quickly said, "Eleven dollars won't make it..."

"Brothers, you can eat whatever you want. I'm going home first!" Zhang Jiaqiang didn't waste any time. He took a few popsicles first and rode through the dormitory gate.

The small room was extremely hot and stuffy. Ye Xiumei had just had lunch and had nothing to do. She took out the clothes she bought yesterday and tried them on. She was tired and dripping with sweat but she was still enjoying it.

He changed out of his lightweight denim shirt and put on a snow-blue short-sleeved bragi, holding his waist and spinning around in front of the full-length mirror.

The tailoring was just right and her waist was cinched, which highlighted her perfect figure.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Ye Xiumei covered her chest in shame, "Oh, it's too big. How can I wear it out and not be so embarrassed..."

There was a knock on the door, and she was so frightened that she almost crawled under the bed and asked timidly, "Who, who?"

"Honey, open the door, let's eat some popsicles!"

Hearing Zhang Jiaqiang's voice, Ye Xiumei breathed a sigh of relief, "Wait a moment and don't come in!"

He said he was in a hurry to replace Bragi.

Zhang Jiaqiang heard her nervous tone outside the door and thought something had happened again, so he suddenly opened the door.

Braj is the Mandarin word for "screw", which means dress. It was only introduced into the country in the 1960s and 1970s, and was particularly fashionable in the 1980s and 1990s.

This thing is good-looking, but it is very troublesome to put on. The zipper is designed on the back, so it is even more difficult to put it on and take off by yourself.

Ye Xiumei had just opened the zipper on her back when Zhang Jiaqiang walked in and took a wide look.

The person in front of me is as beautiful as a flower, her skin is as good as snow, and her youthful innocence carries a mature charm.

Her waist, tightly constrained by the dress, was graceful, and the skirt that just reached the knee set off her ivory-like slender legs.

Especially the action of pulling the zipper with his backhand made Zhang Jiaqiang almost get a nosebleed.

As the snow-white skin was revealed like the opening of a movie, a rush of blood rushed to Zhang Jiaqiang's forehead!

This is my wife!

He subconsciously walked a few steps, spread out his arms, and hugged the hot and delicate body.

Ye Xiumei was so frightened that she screamed, "Bad guy, gangster, go and eat quickly, the table is reserved for you, my cousin will be free during lunch break..."

At this moment, Zhang Jiaqiang could not think about eating. He was panting and wanted to rub her into his arms.

"What are you going to eat, good wife, give me a kiss first..."

"Don't, ruin, ruin your clothes!"

"Whatever clothes, we have plenty!"

Ye Xiumei struggled to move away, feeling shy and anxious, and hammered Zhang Jiaqiang's back with both hands.

Remembering that there are still big things to do today, Zhang Jiaqiang's head is a little clearer.

He just kissed his wife's hot pretty face, let her go, and zipped up the zipper.

Ye Xiumei gasped for air, cut out her eyes fiercely, and said angrily, "I hate it, you were pulled back by someone again, and it took a lot of effort to pull it away!"

"This is easy, let me help you!" He raised his hand and stabbed it, then pulled it down again.

Ye Xiumei exclaimed, "You are going to die... go away and eat!"

"You can't eat this rice. As the saying goes, if you're full and warm, you'd better eat some popsicles to cool down!"

Zhang Jiaqiang picked up a popsicle and took a big bite, his eyes still burning as he stared at Ye Xiumei's snow-white skin.

She stomped her feet in embarrassment, wiped herself and was about to go to the inner room to change clothes, but Zhang Jiaqiang held her back.

"This looks good. If you wear this, you will definitely have a 200% chance of turning heads when walking on the street. It is much better than those big stars in Hong Kong!"

Ye Xiumei felt happy in her heart and couldn't hide the smile on her lips, but she said angrily, "Are you sick if you let me wear a skirt and ride a bike?"

Zhang Jiaqiang stuffed a popsicle into his wife's mouth and said vaguely, "Why are you riding a bicycle on a hot day?"

"If you don't ride a bicycle, how can you squeeze into the bus?" Ye Xiumei rolled her eyes at him, took the popsicle and started eating it, completely forgetting that he had bitten it.
Chapter completed!