Her neck was gripped tightly by Zhuanglong’s hand, and the gap between the larynx bones was completely sealed, and she could not breathe.

People who have not been strangled in the throat, who have not felt what is called suffocation, cannot understand the pain of the time.

She could not say a word, her face soon changed from white to green, and left with her hands to pat Zhuang Long on the back, trying to wake him up from this crazy state.Zhuang Long was unconscious, he even added strength in his hand, he stared at the blue cheek with hatred, he used a dark and heartless tone, asked her, "You dare to hit him, do you want to die?" 」

I shook my head and burst into tears.

Realizing that he was unable to wake up the dragon's consciousness, his distrants touched behind his back and touched the bottle of red wine that had woken up.She held up the red wine and held it down.

Zhuang Long suddenly turned his head, looking at Zhuang Qilin, who had long been frightened with a deep eye.

The chorus was clasped by the dragon, and he shiled.

“Come here.”The dragon beckoned to Zhuang Qilin.

When he waved, he squeezed his fingers off his throat and did not loosen for a moment.

The bean-sized beads of tears, down their eyes, a few, stained on the back of Zhuanglong's hand.Zhuang Long was not half distracted, and he was still beckoning to Zhuang Kirin and said, "Good boy, come here and take the shoes."

He picked up the high-heeled shoes and leaned over.

“Dad, Dad...” Zhuang Kirin shouted his voice, and the voice was trembling.

Zhuang Qilin scared his face white.

I don’t understand why my dad would do this to his mother.

He patted his head, moving unexpectedly softly.

His left hand touched the child's soft hair and warm head, but his right hand was squeezed by his wife's throat.

At that moment, he was an angel and a devil.

Zhuang Long took the shoe, handed it to Zhuang Kirin, and smiled and told Zhuang Kirin, "Good boy, come, take the shoes."

He held the shoe in a daze.

He said, "Slap her with it."Zhuang Long's smile remained unchanged, and added, "Just like she did to you before."

He held his shoes and suddenly cried.“I don’t want to!I don't want to hit Mom, I'll never skate in the house again, Dad, don't do that, I don't want to hit Mom!"How could he hurt his mother?

Mom is so good, Mom will make him breakfast, will tell him the bedtime story, will hold him gently when he has nightmares.

Mom is the best person in the world, how can he hurt Mom!

Zhuang Qilin was crying while asking for Zhuanglong, "Dad, you let go, you let go!Mom is going to die!“Don’t you see, Mom is going to die!”At this time, the tongue has begun to stretch out, and the eyes have begun to protrud.

Seeing that Zhuanglong was still not let go, Zhuang Qilin had to cry away, and he begged to leave, "Mom!You fucked Dad!If you don’t hit him, he will kill you!”

At that time, it was clearly conscious.

Zhuang Qilin saw the shutled effort to raise the red wine bottle, Zhuang Long found her movements, but also smiled at the distraction movement.As a result, he let go of his hand and let the bottle of red wine fall to the ground.

A loud noise shocked many people.

He looked down at the broken red wine bottle and his eyes flashed.

Why didn’t she hit her head?

It was as if the dragon had been burned, and suddenly he loosened his throat.

She fell to her knees, and she began to cough and hold her throat, looking very confused.

Zhuang Long looked down at the dying struggle, suddenly cried helplessly, and then strode back to the emperor.He staggered his foot and sat on the ground.Zhuang Long stared at the woman who kept coughing, her face gasping for breath, and regretted her white cheek.

“Ai...” The dragon’s voice trembled with fear.

Zhuang Long climbed a few steps away from there, but he stopped again, followed closely, and suddenly turned back.

That way, like a poor stray dog got a meat bun, he ate the bun, desperately want to be close to the good almsbroke, but afraid that the almsbroke will dislike him, had to resist all ideas, not willing to retreat.

He took a few breaths of fresh oxygen, and it was not so uncomfortable, so he looked at the dragon.

It was found that the state of Zhuanglong was very wrong, and he slowly climbed over to Zhuanglong.

The trolls are completely embarrassed.

He doesn’t understand what’s going on.

Why did my father, who was still so fierce, suddenly become so weak?And the mother who was almost killed by her father, after being rescued, not only did not avenge his father, but struggled to climb to Zhuanglong's side.

He hugged the dragon tightly.

Zhuang Long struggled in his bosom, struggling while shouting, “Stay away from me!”Olith, don't touch me!I almost killed you, don't touch me!"

He held his head and said softly, "Don't be afraid, I'm okay, Aron, don't be afraid, I'm not dead, you didn't kill me, you didn't..."

Gradually, the dragon calmed down in his bosom.

The movement was so great that the housekeepers and servants who would rest in the next building finally met.

By the time they arrived, the dragon had basically regained his mood.

He stood up, holding his bosom, and said to the housekeeper, "Pack up the things in the house, and take the young master back to sleep."Then he walked up the stairs tired.

Zhuang Qilin stared at his father's back and felt that at this moment, Dad did not look like his usual father, nor did he look like the crazy father just now.

He was like a calm stranger.

The next morning, Zhuang Qilin was awakened by the departure, and he was going to take him on a tour.Zhuang Qilin followed with understanding, and they stayed in Hawaii for a few days, and when the thumb mark on the throat was gone, they went back.

When he returned home, Zhuang Qilin found that the once familiar father had returned, and that night, the man as terrible as the madman seemed to be just one of his fantasies.

But Zhuang Qilin will never forget how terrible that fantasy father is.

Not long after that, he divorced the dragon.

...

At this moment, Zhuang Qilin's red eyes stared at Zhuang Long, he had a belly of fire to want to send to him, and he wanted to talk to him with a belly.

But he thought about what his mother had told him a few days ago, and he had stopped.

He wiped his eyes and said coldly, "Nothing, I did something wrong, my mother hit me, you saw it, I fought with my mother, my mother raised the bottle several times, and I couldn't bear to smash it on your head."