Crazy little ancestors are spoiled by bigots

Chapter 111 Abuse Gong Ting (Part [-])

Cao Huilan didn't want Gong Jiujiu to stay here any longer: "You don't need to do this kind of thing yourself, I'll ask some servants to pick a basket and send it to you later."

Gong Jiujiu continued to walk inside: "No need, it's safer to do it yourself."

Listening to Gong Jiujiu's words, Cao Huilan's face turned blue and pale.

Was she worried that she might poison the roses?

Just as she was about to speak, she heard sarcasm and scolding from not far away, which made her face turn pale again.

"Do you think you are still the big brother who used to be majestic? Bah, what are you proud of, you are just a cripple who can't walk now."

"Since I was a child, I hate you the most. You always steal my limelight. You deserve to be a cripple in a wheelchair."

"Why don't you die? It's a waste to waste our family's food while still alive!"

……

The constant scolding was getting closer and closer, and Cao Huilan's face was getting paler. She glanced at Gong Jiujiu.

"Xiao Jiu, we will carefully consider the things you said, but we still have some things to deal with here, why don't you go back and wait for the news?"

Gong Jiujiu glanced at her, ignored her, and continued to walk forward.

Soon came to the "crime scene".

Cao Huilan followed closely behind, yelled at the people in the pavilion, and reprimanded: "Heng'er, why are you talking to your brother? Why don't you take him back!"

When the people in the pavilion heard this, they also turned their heads, pursed their mouths, and looked at Gong Jiujiu next to him with more joy in their eyes, and did not obey his mother's wishes.

"It's not big brother, it's bad luck to come out if you have bad legs."

Gong Heng looked at Gong Ting with disgust.

Gong Jiujiu and Cao Huilan walked into the pavilion, where there were some cakes and medicinal wine, but they were all scattered on the floor.

Gong Heng put his hands on his hips, with the corners of his mouth raised in displeasure. He was in his twenties, and he looked like a villainous young master.

He also held a rose in his hand, with some blood on the thorns.

Next to him was a wheelchair, empty.

The person who was supposed to be in a wheelchair was sitting awkwardly on the ground full of pastries, with bare feet, and the soles of his feet were ugly and ugly because they had been burned.

He was wearing loose wide-leg pants with elastic bands. It was not difficult to see that his legs were weak and uncoordinated, just posing like that.

It is now December, and the cold wind blows, and it feels very cold.

But Gong Ting was wearing a thin shirt, and his padded coat was casually thrown aside, it should have been forcibly taken off.

However, his thin shirt was stained with blood, the spots were clearly visible, and the shirt was also torn in several places.

Apparently Gong Heng smoked it with roses.

He lowered his head, unable to see his emotions and expressions, but he gave people the impression of being lifeless.

When Cao Huilan saw Gong Ting like this, instead of being comforted and distressed, she also felt disgusted and loathed.

"Wouldn't it be a pain to come out even though I knew I was in poor health? Heng'er, hurry up and find someone to take him back, so as not to be embarrassing." She said.

After her mother and the others came, Gong Heng said a few words, and then turned his attention to Gong Jiujiu. He stretched and threw away the blood-stained rose on his hand.

"Brother is really very sick. It will only add trouble to us. Let him blow the air more, so that he can wake up, Xiao Jiujiu, don't you think so?"

Gong Heng likes Gong Jiujiu. To be precise, he fell in love with her outstanding looks. He even chased her before.

Later, Ms. Bai was told by Gong Jiujiu, and there was no later.

But every time he looked at her eyes, he was extremely frivolous, without any respect.

(End of this chapter)