Wen Xining covered her ears tightly and closed her eyes, trying hard to ignore the pitiful look of that fool, but... she underestimated Beitang Shuo's perseverance, and at the same time overestimated her own endurance.
After a while, she finally couldn't bear it anymore and jumped up from the soft couch, "Beitang Shuo, are you done yet? Why are you still crying like a three-year-old child?"
The veil on Beitang Shuo's face had long since fallen off. He was frightened by her, and the brush in his hand fell on the table with a bang. He shrank his neck and explained weakly: "I'm not three years old."
, is eight years old..."
"Bang" Wen Xining, who was on the verge of collapse, kicked the soft couch. Unfortunately, the quality of these ancient things was beyond praise. In the end, it was her own feet that suffered the most.
"Miss, how are you?" Quan'er saw Wen Xining dancing and grinning with pain in her legs, so she quickly ran over to help her.
"Huhu..." Wen Xining took Quan'er's hand and sat down on the soft couch, staring at the innocent-looking Beitang Shuo, trying to calm down the anger in her heart, and warned herself not to argue with a fool, otherwise
The injury to the chest is aggravated, and the gains outweigh the losses.
"Madam, Madam, do your feet hurt?" Bei Tangshuo saw that Madam was injured and didn't care whether he would be scolded. He ran in front of her with a quick stride. Before Wen Xining could react, he had already knelt down.
He grabbed her feet and said, "It doesn't hurt, madam. Shuoer will blow it for you."
"You're bragging." Wen Xining, who had nowhere to vent his anger, pulled his feet back angrily, while Beitang Shuo sat down on the ground due to inertia.
"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ... ..." Beitang Shuo flattened his mouth and was about to start again, but stopped abruptly when he came into contact with Wen Xining's eyes full of murderous intent.
However, at this moment, the door of the study room was pushed open violently, and Wen Xining felt a yellow shadow flash in front of his eyes, and an angry voice sounded: "You Wen Xining, how dare you bully Brother Shuo like this?
See how I deal with you."
As soon as someone arrived, a whip with cold air rushed towards Wen Xining's face. Quan'er, who was standing next to her, screamed. Wen Xining quickly pushed Quan'er to the side, and then tilted her head.
, rolled off the soft couch in a bit of embarrassment.
There was only a "snap" sound from the whip, and the moment Wen Xining left the soft couch, a deep mark was drawn out where she had been sitting.