Son-In-Law Is A Playboy

This person's gaze was too terrifying. It was a gaze that could hate a person to the bones!    

    

I quickly recalled that I have never offended this person. Why does he hate me so much?    

    

I swallowed hard and backed away a little.    

    

This person's footsteps became faster and faster. His goal was clear, he was here for me, ten meters, eight meters … …    

    

"Hey, do you recognize the wrong person?"    

    

I asked nervously as I backed away.    

    

When the man heard me, he shook his head a couple of times and reached into his arms.    

    

The next second.    

    

He took out a machete that was half a meter long. It was shiny and dazzling when the sun shined on it.    

    

"I'm going to kill you!"    

    

The man roared and charged towards me.    

    

Oh my god!    

    

This bro was so scared that he stumbled and almost fell to the ground. His legs couldn't help but shiver as he ran straight into the Xiang Garden.    

    

There weren't even any security guards in this crappy place.    

    

Little Mother Feng even said that it was safe here, f * cking safe!    

    

Another killer had just left, and now, another killer had appeared, each one more ruthless than the last.    

    

Scarface only had a dagger in his hand, while this guy was holding a half meter long sharp machete. This caused his father to be scared out of his wits.    

    

The man roared, brandishing his machete wildly, and chased after me.    

    

At this moment, this bro regretted so much that he didn't want it anymore.    

    

F * ck, laozi had said before that this lousy plan was unreliable, but Han Bing and Feng Yao, two little bitches, had insisted that this plan was good.    

    

What was good!    

    

This was a tempo that would not provoke a fox.    

    

Pui!    

    

This bro would rather get himself into trouble!    

    

But the situation now is that I can't even keep my little life.    

    

Now, the scene that this bro was most worried about had appeared.    

    

In the process of escaping, I seem to have already seen myself in the small box, Han Bing, Feng Yao and other beauties each holding a small piece of fresh meat, walking away.    

    

The night wind blew, leaving only a small box on the table in the large mourning hall.    

    

F * ck!    

    

Not even a watchman.    

    

This bro is in the small box, wailing: "Lin Yang, Lin Yang, you have so many women by your side, not a single one of them have been sowed, you are f * cking useless … …"    

    

At this moment, I thought of many things, my nose turned sour, and I wanted to cry.    

    

I gritted my teeth and resisted the urge to cry. I shook my head to throw away the negative emotions.    

    

No!    

    

I can't let this Lin Family's incense burn out here. Otherwise, how can I face my father, who died at an early age, below here?    

    

I can't die.    

    

A strong will to survive continued to grow.    

    

I ran to the bathroom in a hurry. I wanted to hide in the bathroom, but as long as I held the door shut and he couldn't get in, I should be safe.    

    

The customers on the first floor all shouted in panic, running far away in fear.    

    

F * ck!    

    

If they run around, they can help me block them.    

    

I had no choice but to keep running. I instinctively looked back, but when I did, my mind went blank.    

    

This hitman was only two meters away from me. His sword was aimed at me and swung towards me. I could feel the wind from the blade.    

    

It was because of this that he was a step too slow. When he wanted to turn around and run away, he was already a step too late.    

    

My back felt cold and I didn't dare to look again as I ran towards the toilet.    

    

As he ran, he couldn't help but grumble in his heart about the owner of the Wang Xiang Garden.    

    

Damn it!    

    

It's fine if I don't have any security guards, but what are you doing with so much space? If I wanted to hide in the toilet, I would have to run for a long time.    

    

There was a saying that went well, that a house could be left to the rain at night.    

    

I was worried that I wouldn't be able to get rid of this crazy killer. As I turned towards the corridor that led to the toilet, my feet slipped and my body swayed a few times before falling to the ground.    

    

At this point, I had only one thought in my head.    

    

It's over, it's all over. We're going to have a complete suspension this time.    

    

My hands instinctively pressed on the ground. The ground was wet. A cleaning lady was holding a mop as she looked in this direction in horror.    

    

This bro really wanted to cry, but had no tears to shed!    

    

I fell to the ground and turned my head to look.    

    

When the man saw me fall, he tilted his head and shook it a few times. Then he swung his blade at me.    

    

The man took a step forward and raised his hand to slash at me.    

    

I was about to roll again when I saw the man slip and fall to the ground, as I had done before.    

    

At this moment, I wanted to hug Auntie Cleaner and give her a big kiss.    

    

Before I could even laugh, he swung his machete at me again. This time, I was too close.    

    

Unfortunately, I was still unable to avoid the knife. My back hurt, causing me to grimace in pain.    

    

Soon after, he felt a bone-chilling cold invade his body. After stabilizing his body, he saw bright red blood on the floor. That was definitely his.    

    

He was secretly glad that he didn't faint from the blood, otherwise he would have definitely been chopped into meat paste by this fellow.    

    

In the distance, there were quite a few onlookers. None of them were courageous and just. They were all too lacking in sense of justice.    

    

I scrambled to my feet, and the killer did the same.    

    

The killer wouldn't give me time to breathe. After he stood up, he swung his sword and tried to slash again.    

    

I wanted to turn and run, but my feet slipped and I almost fell again. I saw the cold blade coming closer and closer, this time directly in front of my face.    

    

"If this slash were to land, this bro's head would be split in half like a watermelon, scaring me to the core. The back door almost spurted out its contents, and as I tried to dodge to the side, I subconsciously yelled out in anger," "Slow!"    

    

Unexpectedly, this fellow's blade really stopped.    

    

How could he stop such a good opportunity?    

    

He tilted his head and shook it. His entire face was contorted.    

    

"This man is just like a lunatic."    

    

The voice came from a distance away.    

    

The speaker may not mean it, but the listener does.    

    

My heart skipped a beat as I carefully examined his expression. This person was a bit abnormal.    

    

F * ck!    

    

If this guy really is crazy, then laozi would have died in his hands for nothing.    

    

I was so handsome, yet I was killed by a lunatic in the end. It was even worse than Dou Er.    

    

"This big brother, did you recognize the wrong person?"    

    

I asked in a low voice, trying to look as friendly as possible.    

    

Hearing my words, he shook his head and asked, "Who are you?"    

    

I originally wanted to create a name for myself, but when I thought about it again, if the other party recognizes the wrong person, then I would make up a more accurate story and die an even more unjust death.    

    

"Lin Yang."    

    

When the man heard my name, he roared, "You're the one I killed!"    

    

"Stop!" I shouted.    

    

His knife stopped again, and I took a cautious step back. "Take a good look at me, big brother. Am I the same as the man you hate?"    

    

I was just lucky that I might have been rechristened.    

    

His eyes studied me, and there was a struggle in them.    

    

I caught the struggle in his eyes and said, "You must be mistaken."    

    

"I … I … I was wrong. You are … Lin Yang, you thief … you bastard! Other people's wives … I'm going to kill you!"    

    

His speech was intermittent, as if he was recalling something, but he also seemed to be confirming it.    

    

I felt a little confused, but I remembered my father's name so well.    

    

"Wait!" "This big brother here, I don't even know you. Why do you hate me so much?" I said quickly.    

    

The mood of this big brother was too unstable.    

    

After confirming that he was insane, I seemed to have found a way out. I was trying to interfere with his thoughts, causing him to fall into a state of confusion. He probably wouldn't just keep staring at me.    

    

Motherf * cker!    

    

At that time, he would chop at anyone he wished to.    

    

"You." "You stole my wife."    

    

When he said this, the resentment in his eyes grew even stronger.    

    

I was completely dumbfounded. Steal her wife?    

    

At the very least, he had to be thirty years old. With his appearance, it would be hard for his wife to see anything.    

    

Why can't I remember doing bad stuff?    

    

"Eldest Brother, Eldest Brother, you must have made a mistake. Look at me, tall and handsome. Are you sure I'm as handsome as the person who stole your wife?"    

    

I asked, pointing at myself with a wry smile.    

    

His head shook even more, and he managed to say, "It seems, it's a little different."    

    

"It must be different. I've never seen you or my wife before. Look how young I am. I'm only eighteen. I haven't even graduated from high school yet. How could I steal your wife?" I said quickly.    

    

"Eighteen, could it be, is it true, there's been a mistake."    

    

I clapped my hands. "There must be a mistake!"    

    

He frowned, his contorted face twisted in a frown. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled photograph. "But the person in the photo is you."    

    

"Huh?"    

    

When I heard his words, I swallowed hard and said, "Bro, Bro, let me see, let me see."    

    

F * ck!    

    

After talking to this fellow for so long, he couldn't help but stutter.    

    

He handed it to me, and I didn't dare to go over and take it. I crooked him a hand and motioned him to throw it.    

    

Fortunately, he was not in a good mood to understand my gestures.    

    

He threw it at me. The picture was so light that it landed behind him.    

    

My head was full of black lines. If I were to go and pick it up, I might as well take it from him.    

    

He kicked at me, and I watched him warily, hooking my foot to the picture. As I hooked up the picture, I slowly crouched down to pick it up.    

    

This entire process, this bro's heart leapt into his throat.    

    

I glanced at the photo, and when I saw who it was, I nearly went limp.    

    

How is this possible?    

    

The photo was indeed a handsome photo of this bro, and this almost made me misunderstand. When had I ever gotten drunk before, did I really become a thirty year old young woman?    

    

However, I don't remember anything about this.    

    

No!    

    

I have to think of something.    

    

I thought about it, rolled my eyes, and came up with an idea.    

    

I gave him an even uglier smile than crying, attracting his attention. I secretly dug at the photo with my hand, easily ripping off a piece, sneaking a peek, and seeing that the person's features had been gouged out.    

    

"Let me see."    

    

I then pretended to say something and held the photo up high, as if I was carefully looking at it.    

    

"This is not me, my face is not so pale."    

    

I threw the picture at his feet.    

    

At this moment, I suddenly felt dizzy, and my pants felt wet.    

    

Bad food!    

    

Was it because of the loss of blood?    

    

The guy picked it up and looked at it. He tilted his head and shook it. "Do you think I don't know you because you dug it up?"    

    

F * ck!    

    

Why did this fellow's words suddenly become so normal?    

    

Had he been pretending all along?    

    

The next moment.    

    

The man suddenly roared, "How dare you bully my Yao Yao! I'll hack you apart alive!"