When she walked to the bathroom door, she looked inside, entered the bathroom, and then shouted: "Veter! Come here!"

I hurried over: "What's wrong?"

"You took my bath towel to bathe the cat!" she asked me fiercely.

"Just just now, I took the shower and adjusted the water temperature, and accidentally sprinkled the bath towel." I told the truth.

"There are still hairs on it! You are still quibbling!" she said angrily.

There is indeed dog hair on the bath towel. I don’t know why there is dog hair, but it wasn’t something I got on. I explained: “I didn’t use your bath towel to bathe the cat. We have our own towels. We take it back to wash and disinfect every time we use it…”

"Why are there hair on the bath towel?" She interrupted me loudly.

"I said we have a special towel! Are you looking for trouble?" I also got angry.

"Do you dare to rape me? OK, I'll complain to you right away." She pushed me out of the bathroom, picked up the mobile phone on the sofa and called the store, "What kind of service attitude do you come to the door? I wiped my bath towel for the cat, but I still refused to admit it, but I dared to scold me..."

I heard our boss apologize and say sorry on the other end of the phone.

It's over, I'm going to be scolded again when I go back.

After making the phone call, she entered the room and took out her wallet, took out a stack of change from her wallet and threw it on me in annoyance: "Take it!"

In her eyes, I was not even as good as a dog. I watched the money float one by one, just like my broken and cheap self-esteem, scattered all over the floor. My anger rose, and I walked up, slapped her in the face with a sharp sound, making my hands hurt.

She was stunned for a moment before she came to her senses and broke out: "You dare to hit me! No one has hit me since I was a child! I will beat you to death!"

Unexpectedly, she would do something with me directly, pick up the wine bottle on the tea table and smash it over.

I was frightened, but I didn't miss it. The wine bottle hit my chest hard. It was terrible for the woman to get crazy. She rushed up and slapped me. Fortunately, I grabbed her arm and she wanted to break free. I grabbed the other hand tightly, and the two of them twisted together. I pressed her down and pressed her on the sofa, sleeping on her.

She blushed: "Let me go!"

"I'll let you go! You were dumped by a man and got drunk and got angry!" I cursed.

I grabbed her hands and leaned up to bite my palm.

I screamed in pain, and a deep tooth mark in my palm, blood seeped out from the tooth mark, and the pain also aroused my greater anger.

A bitch, I dared to bite me, and I bit her arm as well. Seeing this, she moved her arm away, turned her head and her mouth pressed against my mouth. I was about to try hard, but I found that the two were kissing, and my mind became hot. I scolded: "If you dare to bite me, I will make you pay the price!"

Once a person becomes impulsive, he becomes a devil.

I was furious and completely lost my mind.
Chapter completed!