Your Majesty, you are under arrest

Wen Xining tightly covered her ears and closed her eyes, trying to ignore the pitiful look of that fool, but... she underestimated Bei Tangshuo'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, "Beitangshuo, you're never finished, how can you cry better than a three-year-old child."

The veil on Bei Tangshuo's face fell off a long time ago. Frightened by her, the brush in his hand fell to the table with a "snap". 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 this ancient thing is immeasurable. In the end, it was her own foot that was poor.

"Miss, how are you?" Seeing Wen Xining grinning with pain in her feet, Quan'er hurried over to support her.

"Huhu..." Wen Xining sat down on the soft couch holding Quan'er's hand, stared at the innocent Beitang Shuo, tried to calm down the anger in her heart, and told herself not to argue with a fool, otherwise If the chest injury gets worse, the loss outweighs the gain.

"Miss, do your feet hurt?" Bei Tangshuo saw that his wife was injured, and he didn't care if he would be scolded. He grabbed her foot, "Miss doesn't hurt, Shuo'er will show you."

"I'm blowing your head." Wen Xining, who had nowhere to vent his anger, pulled back his feet angrily, while Beitang Shuo sat down on the ground due to inertia.

"Woooooo..." Bei Tangshuo pursed his lips and was about to start again, but he abruptly stopped his voice after meeting Wen Xining's murderous eyes.

However, at this moment, the door of the study was pushed open, and Wen Xining felt a yellow shadow flash in front of his eyes, and a coquettish voice full of anger sounded: "Well, you Wen Xining, you actually bullied Brother Shuo like this, See how I deal with you."

The sound was so loud that a whip came towards Wen Xining with cold air. Quan'er, who was standing beside her, screamed. Wen Xining quickly pushed Quan'er aside, and then tilted his head. , rolled off the soft couch in a little embarrassment.

There was only a "crack" of the whip, and the moment Wen Xining left the soft couch, a deep mark was drawn on the place where she was sitting before.