The Fan family master's face was indifferent, and his eyes flashed with cold light, as if he said again, 'I'll clean you up when I go home'.

Fan Xian breathed a bad breath in his heart, but his appearance was really not much better, his long hair that was originally soft and neat became messy, his clothes were also wrinkled, and his lips were still stained with blood and exuding anger.

His eyebrows are usually cold, and at the moment his body is obviously messed up, but his eyebrows are full of joy.

It was particularly dazzling when it fell into Wen Xien's eyes, and the tingling pain in her shoulder made her face even worse.

However, her Lao Tzu's face was even worse than her, Liang Zhongshan and the head of the Fan family looked at each other and smiled, and then stared at their little bastards to go home, and closed the door to educate and educate.

Wen Xien was arrested, and this time Liang Zhongshan was ruthless, chasing Wen Xien with a ring ruler.

Wen Xien is very clever, scurrying around, like a little loach.

Liang Zhongshan asked two tall bodyguards to press her over, where did Wen Xien dare to run around.

But she was unwilling in her heart, obviously Fan Xian killed her most beloved bird, and bit her out of blood, and was beaten by Liang Zhongshan when she went home.

Wen Xien stiffened his neck and yelled at Liang Zhongshan, "What are you doing beating me, I'm not wrong, it was that kid from the Fan family who killed my bird, so I hit him back, and I didn't provoke him first." ”

Liang Zhongshan pointed at Wen Xien, said with a gloomy face, "Do you feel unconvinced, do you think you are not wrong?" ”

"Yes! I wasn't wrong. ”

Liang Zhongshan asked the bodyguard next to him to let go of her, and Wen Xien stood up with an unhappy face and shook his arm that was a little numb.

Liang Zhongshan walked in front of Wen Xien without any expression on his face, "I'll tell you what's wrong with you." ”

Wen Xien turned his head and didn't look at him.

"Indulge in lewd pleasures, don't want to forge ahead!" With a low shout, the ebony ring ruler fell, and the muffled sound on the skin echoed in the ancestral hall.

Wen Xien was directly beaten to his knees, his knees hit the floor, and his whole body trembled in pain.

"Ignorant and ignorant!" Liang Zhongshan's face fell the same as the second foot, this time he hit extremely hard, Rao is Wen Xien was arrogant, and his eyes were red.

"Arrogant and rude, shameless!" The third foot followed, and Wen Xien, who was still struggling, choked up with grievances.

Liang Zhongshan looked at him condescendingly, and said coldly, "Do you know where you are wrong now?" ”

Wen Xien gritted his teeth tightly, and the words he said word by word, as if squeezed out from between his teeth, "Sheehan knows it's wrong." ”

He Runcheng was still sweeping the dead leaves on the ground in the yard when he heard a movement, he looked up and saw the young master being helped into the room covered in blood.

He was shocked by the amount of blood on the young master's body, and thought that something was wrong, so he threw away the broom in his hand, and he wanted to go over to help but was pushed aside, until the door of the room was closed, and he didn't even touch the corner of the young master's clothes.

He Runcheng lowered his head and anxiously guarded the door, and when he saw the girl coming out with basins of blood-red water, he began to feel uneasy.

"The young master was beaten by the master again, and the master really hated it, and he did it to the young master."

"I heard that it seems that the young master had an accident in Paramount, and it was with the young master of the Fan family, and the master seems to have a big business with their family recently."

"This is just one of them, the master loves face the most, you see that every time the young master causes trouble outside, he has to lose half his life when he comes back."

He Runcheng's heartbeat accelerated, and cold sweat permeated his palms from time to time.

In his mind, the young master knelt in the ancestral hall, and Liang Zhongshan held a stick and slapped the young master's back with an indifferent face, showing no mercy and no softness.

This time the injury seems to be even more serious than last time, He Runcheng knows that the young master is very delicate, but he never begs for mercy every time he is beaten by Liang Zhongshan.

If it were him, he would definitely not be able to hold on, how did the petty young master grit his teeth and carry it down.

His heart became even more nervous, time seemed to stop at that second, the air around him froze, and He Runcheng clearly heard his heartbeat.

When it was night, the people in the room were opened, and the doctor went out with people, and He Runcheng immediately ran in.

The young master was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, his face was pale at the moment, without a trace of blood, and his lips were white, revealing a little fragility.

He Runcheng looked even more distressed, he walked over and wrung out the towel in the basin, and gently wiped the cold sweat on the young master's forehead.

The room was lit with soothing incense, He Runcheng was guarding the young master's bedside, the young master's forehead was a little hot, and there was always a cold sweat on his forehead, which might be painful.

After a few minutes, He Runcheng wiped the sweat on Wen Xien's face with a clean wet towel.

The flickering light cast a dark shadow on the young master's eyelids, slowly outlining the bridge of his nose.

An abnormal flush appeared on his thin and pale face, and his delicate and picturesque eyebrows were tightly furrowed, which never let go.

He Runcheng quietly reached out to smooth the frowning brow, his fingertips were slightly cold, and he felt a little hot when he touched Wen Xien's hot skin.

Wen Xien moved suddenly, and the frightened He Runcheng quickly withdrew his hand, and he nervously looked at the young master's trembling eyelashes like the petals of a blooming flower.

Fortunately, the young master didn't wake up, and after a while, there was no movement.

He Runcheng was on the edge of the bed, his hands supporting his head, and his eyes were shining.

In the middle of the night, when He Runcheng was sleeping in a daze, he was startled when he heard someone whispering, and he lost his sleepiness in an instant.

He Runcheng turned on the small lamp at the head of the bed, leaned into the young master's ear and asked softly, "What's the matter, young master, are you not feeling well?" ”

"Drink ......"

After hearing this, He Runcheng went to pour a glass of water, helped Wen Xien up and fed her a large glass.

Wen Xien lay down and did not close his eyes, but slightly half-hung his eyelashes, and his slightly trembling eyelashes looked a little fragile.

Putting the water cup on the head of the bed, He Run became Wen Xien and covered the quilt, and after watching it for a long time, he didn't see the young master close his eyes, feeling puzzled and uneasy at the same time.

"Doesn't the young master sleep?" He Runcheng asked gently, under the warm yellow light, his eyes looked exceptionally clean and soft.

Wen Xien tilted his head to look at him, without saying a word, he looked at He Runcheng at a loss, he muttered, "Young Master......"

Wen Xien still didn't speak, that kind of gaze seemed to be looking at him and not looking at it.

His heart began to tense again, He Runcheng blinked uncomfortably, a little unable to stand this strange silence, so he could only ask without words, "Does the young master hurt?" ”

originally thought that Wen Xien would not answer, but he didn't expect Wen Xien to nod quietly.

(End of chapter)