Madam, did she abuse the scum today?

Chapter 228 I don't mind taking care of her myself!
Pursing the corners of his lips, he raised his head and looked straight at Junfu, "Father, whether you accept it or not, Wanwan is my wife who is being married by Mingmei. You can hate her, but please don't hurt her. And ..."

His voice paused, and he raised his eyes to look at the medical staff in the hall, and a chill quickly passed through his eyes.

Seeing this, everyone immediately turned around obediently, and stretched out their hands to tightly cover their ears.

They knew that the following conversation was not something they could hear, and if they didn't want to die suddenly, they had better be deaf and blind immediately.

Murong Jing withdrew his gaze, took a step forward, put his face close to his father's ear, and whispered in a low voice.

"Father, that incident has already passed, and Wanwan has already forgotten about it, please don't mention this matter again!"

"Hmph." Murong Yun snorted coldly, "You are really generous."

I don't know if this is a compliment or a sarcasm.

"Also, the Ming media is getting married?" Murong Yun sneered.

"Third son, don't forget, who did you want the media to marry? She is just a fake, and she is still a woman who does not obey women's morals and has no sense of propriety, justice and shame. It is your business if you want to support her, and I have no right to interfere." , However, what happened today is not an example, if I see her again in the palace, I will bear the consequences!"

"Father!"

"By the way, I have already told the empress that in the fifteenth family banquet in two days, we will invite some women from the noble family's family into the palace. Your brothers are all grown-ups, and it's time to get married."

"Father, my son is already married and has a child..."

"where?"

"She is my son's son at night..."

"Snapped!"

Before Murong Jing could say the word 'wife', he was slapped on the face, and his face was slapped at an angle, which shows how angry Murong Yun was when he struck.

The burning pain on his face made Murong Jing frowned slightly, he raised his hand to cover the swollen right cheek, the tip of his tongue pressed against his cheek, and a cruel look flashed across his eyes.

Murong Yun looked at him with a pale face, "Third son, watch your words! Chu Xingwan is just a concubine, if you insist on protecting her, then I don't mind getting rid of her with my own hands and cutting off your wishful thinking !"

Although after weighing the pros and cons, he had to grit his teeth and admit Chu Xingwan, but if she became the third child's obstacle, he would definitely remove this obstacle with his own hands!
Facing his threat, Murong Jing just pursed the corners of his lips, but did not speak.

"Third brother, don't forget your identity! Don't disappoint my expectations of you, think about it yourself."

After saying that, he took a deep look at him, snorted coldly, and walked away.

Trembling all the time, huddled in the corner without daring to take a breath, the medical staff who acted as the background wall saw this, immediately stood up with the medicine box in hand, and staggered and crawled away from the Temple of Sanctuary .

But in a short while, the Sansou Temple, which was still extremely crowded, suddenly became empty.

Murong Jing touched his red and swollen right cheek, wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked around, then turned and walked towards the bathroom.

Chu Xing was lying on his stomach in front of the sink in the middle of the night, throwing up in the dark, even vomited gall, but it still didn't stop.

Anu stood by her side, patting her back non-stop to help her breathe.

"Ouch..." Chu Xingwan tightly grasped the edge of the sink with his white-knuckle hand, and covered his stomach with the other hand, throwing up in the dark.

In his mind, the images of being bullied by the snow wolf kept appearing like a horse on a horse, and the scenes were as clear as if they happened yesterday.

The more she wanted to forget, the clearer the picture became.

Like a curse, it tortured all the nerve cells in her body and made her physically and mentally exhausted.

"puff……"

A mouthful of blood spewed out, Chu Xingwan looked down at the blood sprayed everywhere, her body was completely exhausted, like a broken doll, she slumped to the ground weakly.

The moment her body was about to fall to the ground, her body fell into a warm embrace.

"Wanwan, are you okay?"

Murong Jing held her tightly in his arms, stretched out his hand to pin the hair on her cheeks behind her ears, looked at her pale and transparent face, his eyes were full of distress.

His breath was filled with the smell of cologne. Chu Xingwan's sluggish eyes finally focused. She raised her head and glanced at him with trembling eyelashes. The picture in her mind once again appeared before her eyes, causing her complexion to change, and her eyes were full of guilt. with remorse.

Pushing him away in horror, she stood up staggeringly with the sink in her hand, raised her feeble hand and blew her nose, then turned on the faucet, splashed cold water on her face, the biting cold made her confused brain Suddenly he became sober, and the strength that had been drained from his body seemed to have recovered a lot at this moment.

"Wanwan, what's wrong with you, Wanwan?"

Murong Jing looked worriedly at Chu Xingwan who kept patting his face with cold water, and asked anxiously, frowning.

Chu Xingwan turned to look at him, showing a very far-fetched smile, "Brother Jing, I'm fine, but I feel a little uncomfortable in my stomach. Didn't you say that you want to take mother home? Go out and clean up, I think Stay by yourself."

"Wanwan, what's the matter with you? Tell me, please?"

Gently hugging her into his arms, Murong Jing clearly felt her body stiffen.

This slight change made his brows furrowed more and more, and the uneasiness in his heart became more and more intense.

"Brother Jing, don't worry, I'm really fine, but the nausea is too strong, and I still can't get over it for a while, you go out and see your mother first, I want to be alone."

"Wanwan, are you sad for what your father said just now? Don't be afraid, okay? With me here, my father will not do anything to you, I will protect you."

Murong Jing, who always thought that under the influence of the drugs, she had already forgotten about the cruel punishment, patted her on the back lightly and comforted her softly.

But she didn't know that, under the support of strong hatred, she didn't forget.

Therefore, he directly took her abnormality at the moment as the fact that he was frightened by Murong Yun's chilling aura and cold and emotionless words.

His gentle words and patience made Chu Xingwan's heart ache almost convulsively, and the guilt and self-blame in his heart became more intense.

The nicer he is to her, the more painful her heart will be.

In this life, after all, she was the one who was sorry for him.

It was she who made him ashamed, and made him have a stain that could never be washed away.

Turning her head to look at Yuehua outside the window through the hollow carved window lattice, she sniffed, suppressed the pain in her heart, and gently pushed him away.

"Brother Jing, I'm really fine. Go out and clean up. I want to stay by myself for a while. Slowly, I'm a little sleepy. Go out and clean up, and we'll go back."

"Wanwan, are you really okay?"

"Uh-huh."

Murong Jing frowned and looked at her forced smile, rubbed the top of her hair, "If you don't want to laugh, don't laugh."

(End of this chapter)