chapter 2 cold wife

I kept accelerating, trying to get home quickly.

Before they are done, beat this couple to death on the spot!

Those who have never been cuckolded will never understand how painful and desperate I feel at this moment.

But no matter how fast my battery car goes, it can't go any faster. Fortunately, I won't be stuck in a traffic jam.

A BMW passed me very fast and stopped sideways in front of me.

I was about to go around it, but soon a man with a wrinkled face got out of the car.

When I got out of the car, he pointed at me and cursed, "You're driving so damn fast and you're looking for death! I almost scratched my car. Can you afford to pay for your delivery?"

I'm not in the mood to argue with him now, so I avoid him and keep walking forward.

Unexpectedly, he grabbed my battery car and then pushed me violently, looking menacing.

I caught the battery car and it didn't fall over. Instead, the boning knife behind me fell out with a clang.

The man was scared when he saw it. He swallowed his saliva and said to me with a trembling voice, "Brother, I'm sorry, I'm going to get out right away."

After saying that, he quickly returned to the car and drove away.

I picked up the boning knife on the ground, put it back on my waist, and continued walking home.

More than half an hour later, I returned to my residence.

After hurriedly parking the electric car, he ran to the elevator.

As the elevator ascended, countless thoughts ran through my mind.

I thought of going in and killing the couple first, and even had the intention of murdering my son, and then I would kill myself. It would be nice for the family of three to be neatly together on the Huangquan Road.

But when I thought of my elderly mother and my son who had just entered kindergarten, I hesitated again.

My mother is the only son of me. She made me grow up by pooping and peeing, and went farming under the scorching sun in the dog days of summer just to raise money for me to go to college.

I haven't had time to fulfill my filial piety, but instead I want my mother with white hair to send someone with black hair...

If this is the case, I don’t think my mother will survive. Just like my wife is my last belief, and I am also my mother’s last belief.

"Ding dong!"

The elevator door opens.

What should be faced must be faced.

I am a man who has endured such humiliation. I will not let this couple go!

At this moment, there is only one thought in my mind.

Just slash the bitch hard with the boning knife behind her waist, and then take out her heart to see if it is black.

Otherwise, why would you be so ruthless to me?

I was so angry that I couldn't control it anymore.

As soon as I rushed to the door of my house, I saw a familiar and old figure sitting by the shoe cabinet outside the door, with two sacks next to it.

I recognized it immediately, this is my mother!

I trembled all over, ran over, came to her side, and shouted to her, "Mom..."

This time, I tried my best.

"Jay, are you back?" My mother's voice was older than the last time I saw her, as if she had no strength.

I quickly stepped forward and helped my mother up from the cold floor.

I knew she had pain in her lower back, so I kept supporting her, and the boning knife from behind my waist fell out again.

After it fell on the ground, my mother saw it, and she immediately asked me, "Jay, why are you carrying a knife with you?"

I was stunned for a moment and then replied, "It's for killing bones. Mom, why are you sitting here? Why don't you go in?"

"I arrived just now. I wanted to take a rest, but I fell asleep here..."

Mom grinned and spoke softly as always.

Mom didn't tell the real reason, she was always so kind.

But I knew that it must be Sophie Gibson, a bitch, who refused to open the door for my mother, or it was my son who kicked her out because he disliked her smelly body.

Thinking of this made me feel very uncomfortable, and tears kept rolling in my eyes.

In order not to let my mother find out, I turned my head and secretly wiped away my tears, then supported my mother with one hand and lifted the two sacks on the ground with the other hand.

It is filled with bacon and sausages brought by my mother from the countryside, as well as some local eggs. The heavy contents are all from my mother's love.

He fumbled for the key from his pocket, opened the door, and kicked the door violently.

There was a "clang" sound from the door, and it hit the wall behind the door so hard that the whole wall shook.

There was no one in the living room, but I could vaguely hear crying coming from my son's room.

The voice was very small, as if it was deliberately lowered.

After I put the two sacks in my hands on the ground, I helped my mother sit down on the sofa and said to her, "Mom, sit down first and I'll go in and take a look."

Mom is not stupid either. Seeing me getting so angry, she was also afraid that I would do something.

She grabbed me and said to me, "Jay, don't be impulsive. The quarrel between husband and wife is at the head of the bed and at the end of the bed. Just bear it and it will be over."

I said to myself, Mom, I can tolerate other things, but I really can’t tolerate cheating!

I first walked into my son's bedroom and saw my son lying on the bed crying.

I called out "Lucky" and walked towards him.

Only then did my son look up at me, and I discovered a bright red slap mark on his face.

I hugged him distressedly, and my son lay on top of me and started crying.

I comforted and said, "Lucky, don't cry. I'm going to find your mother right now. Just stay in the room and don't come out!"

My son nodded with tears in his eyes. I put him down again and walked out of my son's bedroom. I saw my wife walking out of our master bedroom.

It looked like she had just taken a shower and was wearing a translucent nightgown. Her legs under the nightgown were straight and slender.

These legs have been placed on my shoulders countless times, but today they were replaced by a strange man.

If I had seen her like this before today, I would have hugged her and run to the big bed in the bedroom.

But now I can't feel the slightest bit excited about her.

I glanced at her directly, pushed her away and ran towards the master bedroom.

"Why are you pushing me? It's inexplicable..." My wife complained from behind.

I have no time to pay attention to her, now I just want to catch the adulterer.

In the master bedroom, the quilt had been neatly folded, and there was no trace of any infidelity.

I quickly took a look in the closet, under the bed, and even on the air conditioner outside the window, and found nothing wrong.

Could it be that his wife has hidden him somewhere else?

I immediately ran to the bathroom and searched every corner of the living room and kitchen, but still could not find the adulterer.

"Jay Carter, what are you doing? You go crazy as soon as you come back. Do I owe you?"

At this time, my wife's angry and abusive voice came to my ears.

A woman will only use this tone and call a man by his name when she is extremely disgusted with a man.

If my mother hadn't still been sitting on the sofa, I would have picked up the knife and charged at her on the spot.

My mother is kind-hearted.

She didn't want to see me arguing with my wife, so she stood up from the sofa and said to her, "Weiwei, I heard you say last time that the bacon from your hometown is delicious. I brought it specially this time. Do you have any garlic sprouts at home? I'll go right away." Fry it for you."

"No." The wife said in a cold tone.

My mother was embarrassed for a while and then said quickly, "Then I'll go downstairs to buy some. Stop arguing. I'll make delicious food for you tonight."

I wanted to call my mother, but she had already gone out.

Then I asked my wife coldly, "Why don't you open the door for my mother?"

The wife was stunned and said, "I didn't know she was coming."

I sneered, "Sophie Gibson, that's not what my mother told me just now!"

The wife suddenly frowned and muttered, "Why is this old woman like this! I told you that Lucky thought she smelled bad, but she actually complained..."

Before she could finish speaking, I ran towards her, raised my hand and slapped my wife hard on the face.

The anger that had been suppressed for a long time exploded like a volcano erupting.