Chapter 521

That's right.

With his impatience with her now, it was a great gift to wait for her for half an hour.

It's normal for him to lose such a temper for half an hour.

Wen churan immediately folded his hands and rubbed them twice. "Sorry, sorry, there's really a reason. If you're angry, you can scold me twice, but... Can you ignore me..."

I don't even hate him. I'm not afraid of him.

At that time, Mo Leng said sarcastically, "why don't you let me hit you twice?"

Wen churan was stunned. A moment later, she really closed her eyes and put her head close to the past. "If you want to beat me out, it's OK!"

A breeze suddenly blew in my ears. It seemed that the man raised his palm.

Wen churan's heart pulled, and his closed eyelids were trembling slightly.

He never really hit her. Only occasionally when he was angry and couldn't help patting her twice.

If he really hit her today and said he was not sad, it was false, but she was willing to accept it.

But he waited for a long time with tension and fear, but he didn't wait until the man's palm fell.

She quietly opened one eye and saw a man standing in front of her with a gloomy look. Her eyes were full of anger, but her hands hung on both sides of her side and didn't mean to hit her.

Wen churan immediately smiled. "Are you not willing to hit me?"

Sheng Shimo frowned slightly and glanced at her impatiently. He seemed unwilling to entangle with her more, so he turned and walked towards his bedroom without saying anything.

Wen churan followed, excitedly holding his arm, "I knew you couldn't bear it, because you never hit me!"

She didn't notice the man's increasingly angry and impatient look, and said to herself, "do you remember? You once told me that you would not show mercy to women except me. You used to be reluctant to attack me, even if you lost your memory. I'm sorry? "

"Enough!" At this time, the man finally couldn't bear it. He roared. Then he waved his arm hard and threw away the hand Wen churan had been holding on to his arm.

Wen churan didn't expect to be thrown by the man. In addition, his legs were weak. After a few stumbles, the whole man fell to the ground and hit the back of his head on the mural.

In an instant, blood rolled down.

She gave a cry of pain and put her hand over the back of her head. She only felt a warm heat, and blood penetrated through her fingers.

In his prime, Mo turned his head in surprise, and a trace of panic flashed across his eyes. He didn't seem to expect that he would push Wen churan to the ground with so much strength.

Seeing her covering the back of her head, he just wanted to come forward to check her injury, but Yaheng suddenly rushed over from the other end of the corridor.

"Little sister, are you okay?" He squatted in front of Wen churan and asked with concern.

Before Wen churan opened his mouth, tears fell down first. His face was pale and should be very painful.

Without saying a word, Yaheng picked her up, took her away from the third floor and asked the servant to contact a private doctor to help her deal with her wound.

When he was in full bloom, Mo Leng was in place, and his face was unknowingly worried. Seeing Yaheng take Wen churan away, his heart suddenly seemed to break a big hole and fill it with cold wind.

He doesn't know where this strange and strange feeling comes from. It's like he can personally feel the pain on Wen's first wound.

This feeling has never appeared.