Ji Erye's squeamish bag is super cruel

Chapter 36 Injured
Her emotions seemed to have broken down, and she yelled at Wen Jialiang: "Have you had enough trouble? What qualifications do you have to be my father? You abused me, beat me, sold me, and asked me to make money for you, except for these , what else have you done?"

There was no shame on Wen Jialiang's face. Instead, he said confidently, "You are my daughter and have grown up. It is your duty to support the elderly. You live in such a big house now, so you have to give me money!"

"You haven't raised me, why should I let me support you? Besides, haven't I done enough in the past few years? You have used all the money I earned to gamble and drink! Where do I have money?" Wen Ruan Shouting hysterically, his voice was already a little hoarse.

She squatted on the ground and burst into tears, tears falling on the bluestone board at the door, which made people feel pain.

Mama Li wiped her tears in distress, and took a step forward to pull Wen Ruan up from the ground, but Wen Jialiang took a quick step and pulled Wen Ruan to her side.

Wen Ruan struggled and refused, even if the people next to him wanted to step forward, they were forced by the knife in Wen Jialiang's hand to be unable to approach.

The two struggled back and forth, suddenly, a hand grasped Wen Ruan's arm, and pulled her into his arms forcefully, the knife that Wen Jialiang swung over directly slashed across Ji Boyan's arm .

Ji Boyan held Wen Ruan tightly in his arms, supported the back of her head with his right hand, and looked down at the wound on his left arm.

Wen Ruan raised his head from his arms, his little face was flushed red, like a clown who had painted his face with oil paint, his sobbing appearance looked aggrieved: "Second Lord..."

Ji Boyan pursed his lips, raised his hand to wipe away her tears, and then looked up at Wen Jialiang. What happened at Wen Ruan's house last time flooded into his mind, making his gaze even colder.

Wen Ruan turned her head and caught a glimpse of the wound on Ji Boyan's arm. The wound oozes out from the white shirt, and then spreads around, like a red plum blooming in the white snow.

Worry appeared on Wen Ruan's face, and he pulled his arm, and his voice was crying: "Second Lord, you are hurt."

"It's okay." Ji Boyan held Wen Ruan's hand in his, and pulled her into the villa, glanced at Uncle Wang, and said, "Uncle Wang, let him in."

"Yes, sir."

After Wen Jialiang entered the villa, Ji Boyan didn't say anything, but asked someone to bring out a chair. He sat on the chair, and Wen Jialiang stood three meters away from him.

Not long after, a road made of glass slag was paved between the two of them. Seeing this situation, Wen Ruan almost understood what Ji Boyan was going to do.

Accidentally hurt Ji Boyan, and he should be punished, but after all, she belongs to her, and she will not let him lose his life.

Ji Boyan sat on the chair with a relaxed posture, one leg crossed over the other, a smile curled up on the corner of his lips, but a cold light shone in his eyes.

Lifting his chin, the servant standing beside him already understood, walked up to Wen Jialiang's side, and pressed his shoulders on both sides.

Seeing them like this, Wen Jialiang couldn't help feeling a little panicked. He looked around and said in a panicked tone, "What are you going to do? What are you doing? Let me go!"

The two servants directly forced Wen Jialiang to kneel on the shards of glass, and a miserable cry resounded in the yard.

Wen Jialiang's knee quickly spread blood, staining the transparent glass slag underneath, and the piercing pain came from his knee, which made his expression a bit hideous, and cold sweat broke out on his back, piercing his back like a thorn. back.

　Ding~ Recommended new book~
　　


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