Qin Yang didn't shrink his hand and let her bite, but the anger in his eyes was daunting.

She didn't dare to move, feeling that this game was either her death or her death.

After a short look at each other, Wen Wanrong's reason overcame anger, she was worried, she had to live, and she took the initiative to lose.

She let go of the biting finger, hid behind, don't keep her mouth shut, desperately resisted the urge to cry, and said in a good voice: "General Qin, people live with a face, trees live with a skin, you saved me, my life is yours, but there are still some things in the Wen Mansion that can't be put down, when I go back this time and arrange it properly, the general can do whatever he wants, okay?" ”

Seeing that Qin Yang was gloomy, his face was not matched.

She prepared for the worst: "It's my fault for biting you, and I shouldn't have crossed you to ask the old lady for someone, but for the sake of me being your fiancée, and I was stabbed in Jiangrong, even if I die, let me die decently." ”

"Dead?" Qin Yang shook off the blood on his hand and sneered, "There is a big scar on the head, it's not so easy to die!" ”

After speaking, he took precautions against Wen Wanrong, pulled out the silk handkerchief around her waist, stuffed it in her mouth, grabbed her slender ankle with one hand, and lifted it into the air like a chicken, preparing for the next round of attacks.

Wen Wanrong trembled, large tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, and a whimper like a dying beast came out of her throat.

Qin Yang's hand probed her body rudely and savagely, and said with relief: "What are you crying about? You are the first one who dares to bite Lao Tzu, and you must be glad that Lao Tzu does not beat women. ”

It is better not to fight, but to humiliate, than to die clean.

Wen Wanrong frowned in pain, and couldn't find any outlet except crying.

However, Qin Yang had only taken off half of his pants when a sudden knock on the door interrupted everything.

"Who!" He roared.

A cowardly voice sounded outside: "Second master, it's me, tortoiseshell." ”

Hearing that it was a tortoiseshell, Qin Yang suppressed his anger and said impatiently: "What's the matter?" ”

The tortoiseshell was through the door, and her tone was a little anxious: "Second master, I don't know which little hoof has a lot of mouth, go to the old lady's house to complain, saying that you brought Miss Wen to your house, the old lady is losing her temper, it is estimated that she will come in a while, you can send Miss Wen away quickly." ”

"Okay, I know, you go back first." Qin Yang was annoyed by the maids in the house, and the old lady was his cover door, so it was inconvenient to do anything, so he had already taken Wen Wanrong to the private house.

The tortoiseshell didn't leave, and volunteered to block the gun for him: "Second master, if you don't send Miss Wen away, you go to Song Ye to hide, and come back when the old lady is angry, so as not to be trained again." ”

"No, I'll send her back."

Qin Yang got down from the couch irritably, pulled up Wen Wanrong, who was crying and hoarse, untied her hands, took out a handkerchief stuffed in her mouth, and threw it aside in disgust: "Crying fart, Lao Tzu hasn't done anything to you yet." ”

Wen Wanrong sat on the edge of the couch, not recovering from the fright just now, she lowered her head and kept crying.

Qin Yang was too lazy to pay attention, and while getting dressed, he asked her to clean up quickly, and then go to open the door.

"Not leaving?" He kept the tortoiseshell out of the door.

The tortoiseshell peeked into the room and said tentatively: "Second master, the slave seems to hear Miss Wen crying, are you okay?" ”

"What can she do?" Qin Yang waved his hand, then turned his head and asked the people in the room patiently, "Wen Wanrong, how long will it take?" ”

Wen Wanrong was silent for a long time, and slowly walked out of the house, with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes: "Let the general wait for a long time." ”

Qin Yang snorted, went out first, and the tortoiseshell had to be sandwiched between the two.

Wen Wanrong was in a bad mood, and the weather was very hot, and the bright sun was shining everywhere, so she didn't want to pay attention to anyone and walked with her head down.

But the tortoiseshell took the initiative to talk to her on the side: "Is the girl uncomfortable?" ”