Cen Jia'an didn't know how many times he answered.

I can't count how many slaps I received in the face.

He only felt that the corners of his mouth were swollen and his ears were buzzing, and he couldn't say that he was answering the idea that Cen Shangshu was satisfied with, and it became extremely difficult to even open his mouth.

Many families in the Cen Mansion gathered under the porch, whispering, and looking at Cen Jia'an's jokes.

"The lord is in a bad mood when he comes back from the next dynasty today, this kid is considered unlucky and ran into the muzzle of the lord's gun."

"Otherwise, why did he think the master would adopt him as an adopted son?"

"For so many years, every time the master returns home from the court, he has to be angry with us. It's good now, there is such a young master, who can suffer some flesh and skin for us. ”

"Hmph~ How can it be so easy to be a son to someone else in this world?"

These whispers were deliberately lowered at first, but then they turned into wanton and casual discussions.

Even Cen Jia'an can hear a lot.

He bowed again, and at the same time looked at Cen Shangshu carefully: "My lord, my son has just returned from outside the mansion. ”

The corners of Cen Shangshu's mouth twitched slightly, and he sneered: "This time it's not bad." ”

As he said this, Cen Shangshu's right hand was raised high again.

Cen Jia'an subconsciously enjoyed dodging a little, don't overdo it, gritted his teeth, and waited for this slap to fall.

"Daddy~"

Cen Yiyi's crisp voice came from outside the hospital.

The maids who had originally gathered under the corridor saluted Cen Yiyi and dispersed.

She stepped forward quickly, stood beside Cen Jia'an, raised her hand and held Cen Shangshu's arm: "Daddy, what are you doing?" ”

As he spoke, Cen Yiyi squinted at Cen Jia'an.

Seeing Cen Jia'an's red and swollen face, Cen Yiyi already knew it in her heart.

She sneered disdainfully, raised her hand and pointed to the side: "Go, go, stand over there." It's good and makes Daddy angry. ”

Cen Jia'an didn't dare to raise his head, and retreated to the side very obediently.

Cen Yiyi took advantage of the situation to hold Cen Shangshu's arm, turned to the side delicately, and leaned her head on Cen Shangshu's shoulder: "Daddy, my daughter has something to say to you." ”

As soon as Cen Shangshu saw his well-behaved and lovely daughter, the anger in his heart subsided: "What's the matter, say it"

"What's the place to talk here?" Cen Yiyi shook Cen Shangshu's arm, "Daddy, let's go in and talk." ”

Cen Shangshu agreed, walked into the hall with Cen Yiyi, and told Cen Jia'an: "Go make a pot of tea." ”

The father and daughter entered the front hall, Cen Yiyi sat next to Cen Shangshu, put one hand on her lips, leaned down, leaned into Cen Shangshu's ear, and whispered a few words.

Before the words fell, the joy on Cen Shangshu's face suddenly disappeared, his eyebrows were raised, and his face was full of anger: "No! ”

Cen Yiyi didn't expect her father to refuse her, she looked at Cen Shangshu in surprise, and even forgot to sit back on the chair, still half-lying on the table.

She flashed her eyes and looked at Cen Shangshu fixedly: "What did Daddy say?" Why not? ”

"Yiyi, there are so many good sons and daughters in this capital, why can't you change someone to like it? Does it have to be the eldest son of his Liang family? ”

Cen Yiyi blinked her eyes, her eyes slightly raised: "Dad!" ”

She was rejected by Cen Shangshu, and she was immediately dissatisfied, her body shrank back, put her hands on her knees, and stared at Cen Shangshu angrily: "You don't care about your daughter anymore!" Once upon a time I wanted to be with Shuda, but you raised your hands in approval. How? Now that you have an adopted son, do you think that your daughter is useless, and you don't want to hurt your daughter anymore? ”

Cen Shangshu was so anxious that he rubbed his palms: "Yiyi, what are you talking about?" How could Daddy not hurt you? It's just that this Liang Shuda is a martial artist, although your idea is good, it is really not something that he can understand as a martial artist. Daddy is just afraid that you will be self-defeating and sad in the future. ”

Cen Yiyi stood up suddenly, the tip of her small nose moved upwards a few times, and her eyelids rolled over again: "Dad, don't make any excuses." If you don't want to hurt your daughter, just let her go. Save yourself from staying in the house and adding to your blockage. ”

As he spoke, Cen Yiyi flicked his sleeves and walked straight out of the door.

At this time, Cen Jia'an entered with a tray.

Cen Yiyi glanced at him angrily, believing that the reason why Cen Shangshu refused to help was because of him, his adopted son.

She deliberately strode forward, tilted her body, and slammed into Cen Jia'an's shoulder.

Cen Jia'an stumbled twice and took a few steps back.

His wrists were sore, and he saw that the tray was tilted, and the hot tea was about to be poured on him.

Cen Jia'an inadvertently retreated with his right foot, touched the threshold, and turned his wrist direction.

The pallet suddenly changed angles.

A pot full of piping hot tea was impartial, and it was all sprinkled on Cen Yiyi's face.

The eldest lady, who was still arrogant just now, was so hot that she covered her face, and she suddenly wailed.

"Yiyi," Cen Shangshu saw this and hurriedly stepped forward, "My good girl, are you okay?" ”

Cen Shangshu pulled Cen Yiyi's wrist, only to see that her delicate little face had been burned red, and tears were flowing non-stop.

It was at this time that Cen Yiyi was still angry with Cen Shangshu: "Daddy, are you willing to agree to me?" If not, let me be scalded to death by this hot water. ”

Cen Shangshu felt sorry for his daughter, and hurriedly replied: "What nonsense are you talking about?" Daddy promised you that's it. This face can't be burned, otherwise wouldn't he have more reason to not want you? ”

Cen Shangshu mentioned Liang Shuda, and Cen Yiyi finally realized that his face had to be healed as soon as possible.

"Quick, go get a doctor." Cen Shangshu yelled at Cen Jia'an.

The latter agreed, and then hurried out of the antechamber.

It didn't take long for the news that the eldest lady of the Cen family had hurt her face to spread.

When Liang Fu was having dinner, the little guy next to Liang Shuda didn't want to step in quickly, and whispered a few words in Liang Shuda's ear.

Liang Shuda didn't have time to swallow what was in his mouth: "How is it?" Is it badly hurt? ”

Liang Ruitian glanced at Liang Shuda angrily: "What about eating, muttering something?" ”

Liang Shuda raised his hand and ordered not to go down, and looked at Liang Ruitian with embarrassment: "Don't say that Cen Yiyi hurt her face, Cen Mansion wants me to go over and have a look." ”

Liang Yuyu, who was busy eating, turned his head and looked at Liang Shuda fixedly.

[Love brain is love brain, do you forget what she did before? ] 】

Liang Shuda looked embarrassed, and slowly picked up the chopsticks: "I'll let Buwei tell Cen Mansion in a while, and don't allow them to alarm our Mansion for Cen Yiyi's matter." ”

Liang Shuda said this, but those eyes gradually became dilated, and the six gods had no master.

He and Cen Yiyi also had a true relationship in the end, and if he didn't care about it, it would indeed be difficult for a strong man.