The old house of the Situ family——

"Smack!"

Situ Jin received a resounding slap on his face, and his little face, which was still snow-white, suddenly had five bright red finger prints, and then, the half of his face that was beaten was slightly swollen.

"Smack!"

Then, there was another crisp sound, and five more clear finger prints appeared on the other side of his face.

Situ Jin stood there silently, letting his cheeks be fanned back and forth several times, although his face hurt, but he was terrified in his heart, and he didn't dare to refute it at all.

"Do you know how stupid you were to do tonight?" Situ Fan stared at Situ Jin angrily and asked.

"Dad, I know it's wrong." Situ Jin said with a trembling voice. "But I just want revenge."

"Revenge?" Situ Fan was even more angry, and raised his hand again and slapped Situ Jin before he said. "To take revenge on a person, do you need to put the Situ family in? If you take revenge on someone, you won't check his origin before? ”

"I-I checked." Situ Jin said cautiously. "His name is Yan Murong, a native of Yanjing."

"What else?" Situ Fan asked with a glare.

"No—I don't know." Situ Jin said. "I only heard about these from Zheng Shao."

"Zheng Shao? Which Zheng Shao? ”

"Yanjing, Zheng Wuming."

"Him?" Situ Fan was shocked,

"Yes, it's Zheng Shao." Situ Jin asked suspiciously. "What's wrong Dad?"

"What's wrong?" Situ Fan was about to be angry with his idiot son, and pointed at Situ Jin for a long time, his fingers trembled and he didn't fight - it's not that he doesn't want to fight, it's just that it's useless to beat him again.

"What's wrong?" Situ Fan shouted angrily. "What are you doing outside every day - I don't care what you do, but haven't you heard anything about Yanjing?"

"Yanjing's matter? What happened to Yanjing? Situ Jin's swollen face like a pig's head was full of doubts.

"What are you talking about?" Situ Fan was really angry with his idiot son, and just wanted to raise his hand to slap Situ Jin in the face again, but was interrupted.

"Alright, it's noisy at night, what's going on?" On the second floor, an old man with gray hair appeared at the staircase, frowned and looked at Situ Fan's father and son and asked in a deep voice.

"Dad, what's wrong with you coming down?" Situ Fan hurriedly ran over, helped the old man underneath, sat on the sofa and said. "It's getting late, be careful of catching a cold."

"You're all frying the pot below, and if I don't come down, you two won't lift the roof for me?" Situ Wutian looked at Situ Jin, who almost didn't recognize him, and asked. "What's going on? Who hit it? ”

Situ Jin didn't dare to speak, but just skimmed his father with his eyes, and looked at Situ Wutian with a look of grievance.

"What are you doing beating Xiao Jin?" Situ Wutian looked at Situ Fan and asked in a deep voice.

"Dad, do you know what this bunny has done?" It's okay not to say it, as soon as he said it, Situ Fan's temper came up again, and he told the old man everything Situ Jin had done.

Situ Wutian's face was expressionless, as if he was not listening to his family's business, his eyes were slightly closed, as if he wanted to fall asleep.

Situ Jin was a little scared when he saw his grandfather's expression, he was not afraid that he would scold himself, even if he slapped himself a few more times, but if he didn't speak now, it made him feel a little hairy.

"Grandpa—"

Situ Jin wanted to explain a few sentences, but was interrupted by Situ Wutian waving his hand.

"Alright, I got it."

After speaking, Situ Wutian was silent again, and the hall of the entire villa seemed extremely quiet.

"Hey!" For a long time, when Situ Jin thought that his old man was about to fall asleep, Situ Wutian sighed and said. "Invite him tomorrow, and I'll see you myself."

After speaking, Situ Wutian stood up, refused Situ Fan's support, and walked upstairs alone.

"You-" Situ Fan tapped Situ Jin with his finger, then turned around and walked upstairs, leaving Situ Jin with a gloomy face standing downstairs by himself-

"It's so late, where are you going?" Yan Murong looked at Teng Xiangling, who was concentrating on driving, and asked--This woman drove around the road when she came out of Situ's house, and it had been almost an hour, and she didn't say a word, and it made people feel scared when she looked at it.

"Can you say a word? Even if you want to find a place where no one is there to kill me, let me die, okay? ”

"Say something, I'll beg you."

"If you don't talk again, I'll jump out of the car."

Saying that, Yan Murong really opened the car door a crack, and then the dashboard in front of Teng Xiangling opened and called "Di Di Di".

"Squeak!"

Teng Xiangling stepped heavily on the brakes, and after a screeching sound of tires rubbing the ground, the car stopped.

"You bastard!" Teng Xiangling scolded.

Am I a jerk? Yan Murong was scolded a little inexplicably - it was you who begged, no, I only helped you because of the threat to me, and I didn't explain it before, why am I a bastard now?

Yan Murong regrets it a little now, and really regrets not listening to the old man's words - don't be a hero in anything, heroes won't live long.

"Why?" Yan Murong asked inexplicably.

"Why do you say?" Teng Xiangling almost shouted with a roar. "Who are you? Who am I, and why do you bet on me? I'm not Su Qingwu, I'm Teng Xiangling - she's her, I'm me. ”

Yan Murong understood this way, the woman said that she didn't mind in her mouth, but she still minded in her heart, but she obviously asked her at that time, and she said she didn't mind.

Yan Murong didn't know what to say to calm Miss Teng's anger - it wasn't a day or two to get along with her, Yan Murong had already understood this truth, a woman opened her mouth, everything she said was reasonable, even if she said it, it was all unreasonable.

"You're worried that I'm pushing too much, and it will affect your Teng family, right?" The two were silent for a long time before Yan Murong asked.

Teng Xiangling didn't speak again, but the surprise in his eyes was obvious. She didn't think about it, she was obviously hiding it well, how could he still see it?

A hint of surprise in Teng Xiangling's eyes did not escape Yan Murong's eyes, smiled, and said. "I don't do anything I'm not sure about - don't worry, I guess someone will call me soon."

As soon as the words fell, Yan Murong's phone really rang.

"Hehe, how's it going?" Yan Murong shook his phone at Teng Xiangling with a smug expression on his face that I had said, and said. "It's coming."