After all the villains read my mind, they all came clean

Cen Jia'an didn't know how many times he answered.

I can't even count how many slaps I received on my face.

He only felt that the corners of his mouth were swollen and his ears were buzzing. It was extremely difficult to even open his mouth, not to mention answering an idea that Cen Shangshu was satisfied with.

Many servants of the Cen Mansion gathered in the corridor, whispering and watching Cen Jia'an's jokes.

"The master is in a bad mood when he comes back from court today. This kid is unlucky to have hit the muzzle of the master's gun."

"Otherwise, why would he think the master would adopt him as his adopted son?"

"For so many years, every time the master got angry at the court and returned home, he always vented his anger on us. Now it's good, here is such a young master, who can take some of the physical pain for us."

"Hmph~ How can it be so easy to be someone else's son in this world?"

These whispers were deliberately kept in a low voice at first, but later they became wanton and casual discussions.

Even Cen Jia'an could hear a lot.

He raised his hands in salute again, and at the same time looked at Cen Shangshu carefully: "Sir, my son has just returned from outside the mansion."

Cen Shangshu's mouth twitched slightly with a sneer on his face: "That's a pretty good statement this time."

As he said this, Cen Shangshu raised his right hand high again.

Cen Jia'an subconsciously enjoyed dodging a little, turned his head away, gritted his teeth, and waited for the slap to fall.

"Daddy~"

Cen Yiyi's clear voice came from outside the hospital.

The servants and maids who were originally gathered in the corridor bowed to Cen Yiyi and dispersed one after another.

She quickly stepped forward, stood next to Cen Jia'an, raised her hand and held Cen Shangshu's arm: "Dad, what are you doing?"

While speaking, Cen Yiyi glanced sideways at Cen Jia'an.

Seeing Cen Jia'an's red and swollen face, Cen Yiyi already knew it.

She sneered disdainfully, raised her hand and pointed to the side: "Go, go, stand over there. Being so good makes dad angry again."

Cen Jia'an didn't dare to raise his head and stepped aside obediently.

Cen Yiyi took advantage of the situation and took Cen Shangshu's arm. She turned sideways and rested her head on Cen Shangshu's shoulder: "Dad, my daughter has something to tell you."

As soon as Cen Shangshu saw his cute and well-behaved daughter, the anger in his heart subsided: "What's the matter? Tell me."

"Where is the place to talk here?" Cen Yiyi shook Cen Shangshu's arm, "Dad, let's go in and talk."

Cen Shangshu agreed and walked into the hall with Cen Yiyi. Along the way, he also told Cen Jia'an: "Go and make a pot of tea."

The father and daughter entered the front hall. Cen Yiyi sat next to Cen Shangshu, put one hand to his lips, leaned down and leaned into Cen Shangshu's ear, whispering a few words.

As soon as he finished speaking, the joy on Cen Shangshu's face suddenly disappeared, his eyebrows raised, and his face was full of anger: "No!"

Cen Yiyi didn't expect her father to reject her. She looked at Cen Shangshu in surprise. She even forgot to sit back on the chair and was still half-lying on the table.

She blinked her eyes and looked at Cen Shangshu: "What did daddy say? Why can't it be done?"

"Yiyi, there are so many good men in this capital, why can't you like someone else? Does it have to be the eldest son of the Liang family?"

Cen Yiyi blinked her eyes and raised her eyes slightly: "Dad!" She was rejected by Cen Shangshu, and she immediately felt dissatisfied. She shrank back, put her hands on her knees, and stared at Cen Shangshu angrily: "You don't love your daughter anymore. ! In the past, I wanted to be with Shuda, but you agreed with both hands. What? Now that you have an adopted son, do you feel that your daughter is useless, and you don’t want to love your daughter anymore? "

Cen Shangshu rubbed his hands anxiously: "Yiyi, what are you talking about? How could dad not love you? It's just that Liang Shuda is a warrior. Although your idea is good, it is really not something that a warrior like him can understand. Dad just I’m afraid you’ll be self-defeating and sad in the future.”

Cen Yiyi suddenly stood up, the tip of her small nose moved upward a few times, and her eyelids rolled up: "Dad, don't make any excuses. If you don't want to hurt your daughter, just leave. I don't want to stay in the house and cause trouble for you."

With that said, Cen Yiyi flicked her sleeves and walked straight out the door.

At this moment, Cen Jia'an entered with a tray.

Cen Yiyi gave him an annoyed look and concluded that the reason why Cen Shangshu refused to help was because he was his adopted son.

She deliberately strode forward, tilted her body, and hit Cen Jia'an hard on the shoulder.

Cen Jia'an staggered and took a few steps back.

My wrists were sore, and I watched the tray tilt, and the hot tea was about to pour on me.

Cen Jia'an inadvertently moved his right foot back, pressed against the threshold, and turned his wrist accordingly.

The tray suddenly changed its angle.

A full pot of scalding tea was poured onto Cen Yiyi's face without any hesitation.

The eldest lady, who had looked arrogant just now, was so hot that she covered her face and started wailing.

"Yiyi," Cen Shangshu saw this and hurriedly stepped forward, "My good girl, are you okay?"

Cen Shangshu pulled Cen Yiyi's wrist away, and then he saw that her delicate little face had been burned red, and her tears were streaming down her face.

Even at this time, Cen Yiyi was still angry with Cen Shangshu: "Dad, are you willing to promise me? If not, just let me be scalded to death by this hot water."

Cen Shangshu felt sorry for his daughter and quickly replied: "What nonsense are you talking about? Daddy promises you. Don't let this face get burned, otherwise Liang Shuda will have more reasons to not want you in the future?"

When Cen Shangshu mentioned Liang Shuda, Cen Yiyi finally realized that her face needed to be treated as soon as possible.

"Quick, go get the doctor." Cen Shangshu roared at Cen Jia'an.

The latter agreed and then quickly rushed out of the front hall.

Not long after, the news spread like wildfire that the eldest daughter of the Cen family had hurt her face.

When the Liang Mansion was having dinner, the boy next to Liang Shuda stepped in quickly and whispered a few words into Liang Shuda's ear.

Liang Shuda didn't even have time to swallow what was in his mouth: "How is it? Is it badly hurt?"

Liang Ruitian glanced at Liang Shuda angrily: "We are eating, what are we muttering about?"

Liang Shuda raised his hand and told Buwei to go down. He looked at Liang Ruitian with an embarrassed face: "Buwei said that Cen Yiyi hurt his face. The Cen Mansion wanted me to go over and have a look."

Liang Yuyu, who was busy eating, turned his head away and fixed his eyes on Liang Shuda.

[A love brain is a love brain. Has she forgotten what she did before? 】

Liang Shuda looked embarrassed, and slowly picked up the chopsticks: "I will ask Buwei to tell the Cen family in a moment, and they are not allowed to disturb our family because of Cen Yiyi's affairs."

Liang Shuda said this, but his eyes gradually became distracted and confused.

After all, he and Cen Yiyi had true feelings. It would be a bit difficult for him to not worry about it.