Wen Wanrong broke free, shrunk in the car, and cried out: "I'm embarrassed enough, can you save me some face?" ”

Qin Yang guessed something, and his face sank: "What's going on, is it related to Lao Tzu?" ”

Wen Wanrong cried and sobbed, and roughly explained what had just happened.

Qin Yang's face darkened after hearing this, and he scolded directly: "Wen Wanrong, you are so useless, you want to die or live with Lao Tzu, and you were so angry that you cried your nose when the two little ladies said a few words!" ”

As he spoke, he forcibly pulled her out of the car.

"Who is it?" Qin Yang glanced at the pedestrians on the street.

Wen Wanrong pointed to the back of the fourth girl.

Qin Yang didn't say a word, snatched the horsewhip from the coachman's hand, and stuffed it into Wen Wanrong's hand: "Go!" Whoever has a cheap mouth will smoke whom! ”

Wen Wanrong was stunned: "Yes, but she is a girl from the Wen Mansion." ”

Qin Yang disdainfully: "No matter what she does, she will teach her a lesson, you just endure too much before you are bullied." ”

Seeing Wen Wanrong standing still, he pushed her: "Go!" I'm not afraid of dying in Xinjiang, but I'm still afraid of two little girls? ”

Wen Wanrong hesitated, took the horsewhip and turned around and walked in the direction of the four girls.

"What are you going to do!" The first to spot her was the maid.

Wen Wanrong had a cold face, raised the horsewhip in her hand, and fell down vigorously.

With two loud whips, the four girls and the maid screamed in surprise, without waiting for a reaction.

Qin Yang shouted not far away: "Wen Wanrong, let's go!" ”

Wen Wanrong came back to her senses at this time, and quickly turned around and trotted over.

In the car, her hands trembled slightly because she had been too hard just now.

"General, I shouldn't have hit them just now." Wen Wanrong calmed down, thinking that today's incident would definitely anger Mrs. Du, and regretted that she was too impulsive.

Qin Yang didn't care: "What is Lao Tzu afraid of?" Give Wen Bogong ten dares, and he didn't dare to come to Qinfu. ”

"But ......"

"Don't, I'm just asking you, are you relieved?" Qin Yang interrupted her.

Wen Wanrong thought about it and nodded: "Relieve your anger." ”

"That's not the end of it." Qin Yang poured a cup of tea and poured a big sip, "You will be the young lady of Qinfu in the future, and you can't be cowardly to the outside world." ”

He thought about it, this is not accurate, there is a saying, the father is bearish, and the mother is bearish.

Even if he bullied Wen Wanrong, he could only bully him.

It is rare for the two to share the same hatred, and on the way back, the relationship eased a little.

Wen Wanrong poured tea for Qin Yang, and sat silently opposite him to listen to his count.

"The fierceness that bit me that day, take it out today!" Without pause, he continued, "What do you think you can do?" Talk to me about the morality of human life in Jiangrong, and now you are afraid of offending the Wen family, why are you not afraid of offending Lao Tzu? ”

Wen Wanrong lowered her head and wrung her handkerchief, and responded in a low voice: "General, I'm too scared to do something wrong, is it okay to apologize to you now?" ”

Qin Yang snorted and continued to dig through the old accounts: "In my house, Qin Yang screamed very slippery, why don't you call now?" ”

Wen Wanrong pursed her lips and said I was wrong.

Then, as if to please him, he took out the prepared pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

Qin Yang raised his eyebrows and asked, "What are you doing?" ”

Wen Wanrong wrote a few words on the paper and pushed them in front of him: "The general said that my handwriting was not good-looking before, I came back and took the time to practice the calligraphy, and I was still satisfied with it?" ”

Qin Yang took it and took a look, the font is soft and handsome, a typical hairpin flower Xiaokai, the foundation is obviously not practiced in a short time, and it has a bit of a taste of seeing words like people.

"It's exactly like two people as you wrote before."

Wen Wanrong laughed embarrassedly: "I had a wound on my back before, and my right hand was inconvenient, so I wrote with my left hand." ”

Qin Yang sighed, and then remembered that she had been poked in the lung: "Why didn't you say it at that time?" ”