Transmigrated Female Support: Male God, Addicted to Teasing

Looking at the middle-aged man in front of him, his frontal horns swelled up, and the elegant mask was usually broken unconsciously, revealing his true appearance as if he were a gangster.

Su Kui raised her eyebrows, squeezed sideways, and patted the dust that didn't exist on Han Yuan's shoulder, and slowly said: "Dad, eccentricity is not such an eccentric method. You only noticed if I would bully Han Light tone, did you notice that your other daughter's clothes are soaked, will she catch a cold and get sick ?! "

As soon as these words were spoken, Muhan reacted, patting his head, and anxiously said: "Quickly, go back and take a hot bath to change clothes. I'll tell Mom Liu to make you a bowl of **** soup to go cold! "

He was about to go downstairs. Su Kui took her by the hand and smiled and shook her head. "Mom, it's okay. I said it all today."

Speak up? What to say?

Han Yuan frowned, Su Kui was speechless with a gun that blocked him speechless. He knew he was a bit guilty, but the masculinity in his bones made him angry and angry, "I do n’t care about you? You look at you This is embarrassed, there is no more than a little bit of everyone's style, even half of the light tone! If you come back as early as the light tone, how can there be rain? The girl must look like a girl, do not return after school Home wandering around? You are also responsible for getting sick! "

If it didn't pass through the brain at all, it poured out, and Han Yuan secretly felt wrong after he finished speaking.

As soon as I looked up, I saw Muhan's eyes were red and his eyes were cracking, completely abandoning the dignified and elegant side, "Han, Yuan! Do you still have a conscience! My Mu family has always treated you not thin, but you see how wrong you are Me, destiny? I fight with you! "

Women's nails and high-heeled shoes have always been the best weapons. Han Yuan was not guarded. Unexpectedly, Muhan really dared to use his hands. The sharp nails immediately scratched his cheeks with several blood stains.

"Ah!" Han Yuan raised his hand and touched the wound, looked down at the palm of his hand, blood stained, and now red eyes, "You are a mad woman, look at what you did?"

The injury was so obvious that Han Yuan, who is more important than life, can accept it.

He raised his head in anger, and gave Muhan a slap in the backhand, with great strength, and he threw Muhan directly one meter away, hitting the guardrail of the stairs.

The blood in Su Kui's pupils spread quickly, and she held Muhan in a thunderous manner, so as to avoid the indiscriminate disaster brought by her rolling down the stairs.

The right hand patted Muhan's back soothingly, and the body felt slightly trembling in the palm of her hand. She estimated that she was really scared.

Su Kwai turned his head, Su Kui didn't cover up anymore, and stared at Han Yuan with a placid gaze, black eyes narrowed, making her eyes look like fox eyes, dangerous and evil.

Cold, without a trace of affection, Su Kui said: "Dad, this is the last time I call you this, the man who beats my wife makes me ashamed. I have passed the age of longing for father's love, now I am, If you do n’t get it, you do n’t bother, and you have n’t taken me as a daughter at all? In your heart, there is no me, no mother, only that **** woman and the unfamiliar white-eyed wolf she gave birth to, right? ”

"Fate ..." Muhan's cheeks were swollen high at the moment, and it was difficult to speak. She was a bit distressed and vague.

Su Kui patted her hand and signaled that she was fine.

Then he turned around and sneered, "Why? I was poked at the center of the matter, was there nothing to say?"