After being Targeted by a Madman [PART 1]

Abuse 7: I saw my wife almost got molested. Do you think you can touch me?

Abuse 7: I saw my wife almost got molested. Do you think you can touch me?

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Meng Haizong's eyes kept lingering on Yang Yanjun's breasts, his expression was extremely obscene, his abdomen suddenly tightened, he walked towards Yang Yanjun step by step and said vulgar and obscene words: "Your breasts are quite big, were they sucked bigger by big brother?"

Hearing the obscene words, Yang Yanjun said with shame and anger: "Get lost!"

Looking at Yang Yanjun's red face, like an attractive apple attracting people's attention, Meng Haizong couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and the dirty desire in his eyes almost overflowed: "Brother will roll over and help you suck it now." As he said that, he stretched out his hand and wanted to grab Yang Yanjun's chest.

Yang Yanjun was so anxious that he picked up the teacup beside him and threw it over. Meng Haizong immediately dodged it. The teacup fell to the ground and broke into pieces in an instant.

Although Meng Haizong was not thrown, he was also annoyed by Yang Yanjun's behavior. He grabbed Yang Yanjun's hand angrily and cursed: "Who do you think you are, you bitch? You are just a butt seller, why are you pretending to be a chaste woman?!"

Yang Yanjun felt a little pain from being grabbed, he grabbed Meng Haizong's hand and pried it apart: "Let go!"

Yang Yanjun still had enough strength to deal with Meng Haizong. He easily pried Meng Haizong's hands apart and even threw him to the ground.

Yang Yanjun took the opportunity to escape, but Meng Haizong grabbed his hair, pulled him back, and cursed fiercely: "How dare you treat me like this? Looks like I have to teach you a lesson today on behalf of my elder brother!"

Just as Meng Haizong finished speaking and was about to take off his clothes, someone grabbed him by the back and violently pulled him off the bed.

Before he could cry out in pain, a pair of feet suddenly appeared in front of him and a voice came from above his head.

"Oh? Teach someone a lesson for me? I didn't expect you to be so brave." Meng Shaohan said softly, without any emotion in his voice.

Meng Haizong looked up and saw Meng Shaohan looking at him with a half-smile. Thinking of how he had heard a lot about Meng Shaohan's work style, he couldn't help but shudder and immediately said, "Big... Big Brother, why did you come back so soon?"

Glancing at Meng Haizong's cautious face, Meng Shaohan lowered his eyes and looked down at him and said, "What? Did I disturb you?"

"Of course not. It's all that bitch's fault. He's not satisfied with having my big brother and even seduced me. I just wanted to teach him a lesson for you so that he can recognize his own identity." Meng Haizong said, confusing right and wrong.

Yang Yanjun's eyes widened as he listened to Meng Haizong's nonsense, but he did not explain because he felt that Meng Shaohan would definitely not stand on his side. After all, Meng Haizong was his younger brother and he was just a plaything of his.

After hearing this, Meng Shaohan looked at Yang Yanjun and asked, "Is that so, Xiaoyan?"

Yang Yanjun pursed his lips and said nothing, seeming to acknowledge what Meng Haizong said.

Meng Shaohan's smile suddenly disappeared, and he looked at Yang Yanjun expressionlessly. His eyes were so oppressive that Yang Yanjun almost couldn't breathe.

He glanced at Meng Haizong lightly, and the alarm bells in Meng Haizong's heart rang instantly. Before he could react, he was kicked in the abdomen by Meng Shaohan. He fell to the ground and was stepped on hard. He felt like he was almost crushed. He screamed in pain: "Ah!"

"Do you think someone like you can touch my man? Since you can't control your lower body, how about I cripple him for you?" Meng Shaohan looked at Meng Haizong, whose face was distorted, with cold eyes, and stepped a little harder.

Yang Yanjun felt a little annoyed when watching this scene. His facial expression twitched slightly and he thought to himself that this man was really cruel.

"You...you bastard, I will make you die!" Meng Haizong hated Meng Shaohan so much that he remembered this kick completely.

"You still have strength? It seems you need to work harder." Meng Shaohan raised his eyebrows and asked his subordinates standing outside the door to hand him a small knife, pointing it directly at Meng Haizong's lower body.

The tip of the knife is sharp and reflects white light when light shines on the blade.

This frightened Meng Haizong to death, especially when he heard that Meng Shaohan was a lunatic. He was so scared that his nose and tears started to flow. He crawled over and tried to hug Meng Shaohan and begged for mercy, "I was wrong. I shouldn't have touched your people. Please let me go!"

"Noisy." Meng Shaohan just said one sentence, and the subordinates behind him immediately came up and grabbed his hands and feet, spread his feet apart and fixed them on both sides, and covered his mouth tightly.

Meng Shaohan played with the knife for a while, looked at Meng Haizong's terrified face with satisfaction, and cut it down under his gaze.

"Ouch!" Meng Haizong fainted from the pain, with blood all over his lower body.

"Drag the man away and clean the ground." Meng Shaohan took the handkerchief from his subordinate and slowly wiped the blood off his hand. The originally clean handkerchief suddenly turned bright red.

Yang Yanjun was so shocked by this scene that he lay on the bed and retched, tears immediately streaming down his face.

Hearing Yang Yanjun vomiting, Meng Shaohan threw the handkerchief to his subordinates, then hurried over, sat down on the bed and wanted to hug him, and asked worriedly, "What's wrong?"

Just as Meng Shaohan's hand was about to touch him, he slapped it away. He moved his body silently with a pale face, away from Meng Shaohan, exuding an aura of resistance.

A trace of anger flashed in Meng Shaohan's eyes. He suppressed his chuckle and said, "Are you still angry with me? I helped you get revenge, are you still not satisfied?"

Yang Yanjun remained silent, but his hands on the quilt were tightly grasping the quilt, revealing his owner's uneasiness.

"I advise you not to make me angry again, otherwise I will hurt you if I lose control, and I'm sure you don't want that." Meng Shaohan said with a warning.

Yang Yanjun suddenly remembered what happened just now, his face turned even paler, and he asked with trembling lips: "What do you want?"