half thorns, half joy

"I've already taught you etiquette, don't let me teach you again." Deng Li walked in front of Deng Langyue, condescendingly looked at Deng Langyue who was shrunk into a ball in pain, and said coldly.

Even if Deng Langyue wanted to refute or say something at this moment, she couldn't say a word.

Not to mention talking, he even felt like he was going to be kicked to death.

After Deng Li taught Deng Langyue a lesson, he didn't take another look, and left the front hall, leaving Deng Langyue lying on the ground alone, clutching his chest and trembling.

Deng Langyue, who was sweating coldly from the pain, thought to herself mockingly, his intuition was right just now, and her uncle really wanted to do something to him.

However, this strike is too ruthless.

Deng Langyue lay on the ground for a long time before she slowly recovered and got up with her elbows propped on the ground.

Outside the thin curtain, there were nanny walking around busy, but no one came in to help him and ask him. Obviously, it was Deng Li who gave the order.

Deng Langyue sneered, stood up while clutching her chest.

Uncle thought he would give in?
Impossible, what is he going to do, he has already prepared for it.The beating not only failed to make him flinch, but instead aroused some resistance factors in his heart.

He wants to see what his uncle can do to him if he resists to the end.

Deng Langyue staggered out of the front hall. The butler came over and stood two meters away from him.

"Young master, go back to the house and rest."

For some reason, Deng Langyue always felt that the butler had a strange smile on his face, as if he was watching a joke.

But even if he felt that way, Deng Langyue at the moment knew that there was no need to make trouble with the housekeeper.

He snorted coldly and walked towards his yard.

Behind Deng Langyue, the butler laughed so hard that his eyes narrowed.

Of course, it wasn't a doting and loving smile, but a contemptuous, mocking smile just as Deng Langyue felt.

Deng Langyue went back to her room, leaned on the sofa and panted.

At this time, the nanny who was in charge of taking care of him rushed over and asked Deng Langyue in a low voice if he was injured and how he was doing.

"I'm fine." Deng Langyue smiled indifferently.

"Are you really okay? I heard that the master has lost his temper." The nanny has been taking care of Deng Langyue for a long time, and she still sympathizes with Deng Langyue, an orphan who lost his mother in his early years.

Deng Langyue shook her head, unbuttoned her clothes, saw a large piece of bruised skin on her chest, and smiled wryly, "Give me some medicine for bruises."

"Hey, I'll go right away." The nanny sighed sadly, and immediately went to get the medicine.

Deng Langyue touched his cheek, the right side of his cheek that was slapped was already swollen.To the touch, it doesn't hurt much, it's just hot.

Deng Langyue was in a daze, recalling that the last time he was slapped was decades ago, when he was still young and his mother was around.

At that time, my mother had mental problems. Sometimes she was gentle and peaceful, and sometimes she went crazy and crazy. She couldn't figure it out, let alone get along with her.

One second, his mother was still hugging him and telling him stories sweetly, but the next second, his mother suddenly went berserk and started pinching and beating him.

However, the most uncomfortable thing is that the mother will hold him and cry after beating him, and apologize to him, crying so wronged and sad, apologizing that she didn't mean it.

Children are easily persuaded. After the young Deng Langyue forgave her mother for being crazy, she would always be beaten by her mother unexpectedly.

Deng Langyue has a bad temper, no sympathy, and likes to throw things. In fact, it has a lot to do with the abuse she suffered from her mother when she was a child.

Footsteps sounded, and the nanny walked in with the medicine.

Deng Langyue took the medicine, squeezed it into her hands, and massaged her chest in circular motions.

"It looks so serious. I don't know if there are any internal injuries..." The nanny looked at Deng Langyue's swollen chest, and couldn't bear it. "Why don't you go to the hospital for a checkup, my son."

"No need." Deng Langyue applied some medicine casually and pulled up her clothes.

The nanny hesitated to speak, and struggled for a while before she opened her mouth and said, "Young master, how about... you just follow the master... There is really no need to suffer this..."

Deng Langyue stood up and said angrily, "I'll be the one who suffers if I follow him."

"But……"

The nanny was about to say something, but was interrupted impatiently by Deng Langyue, "Okay, you go and do your work, I'm going to take a break."

Seeing Deng Langyue's resistance, the nanny couldn't talk anymore, so she could only go out with the medicine.

After the nanny left, Deng Langyue didn't rest. With the pain in his body, he began to think about how he should go next.

Judging by his uncle's appearance, he is determined to let him marry Qin Tian, ​​and it is impossible to change his mind just because of his refusal.

And Qin Tian didn't know what was being held against him. Judging from the current situation, he could not count on it. He could only change the situation by himself.

Tang Xuan reminded her to have courage and make a difference. Now that he has the courage, he really doesn't have the ability to make a move.

If he wanted his uncle to agree to the no that came out of his mouth, then he had to have something that could restrain his uncle...

Uncle, what can be used to handle...

For a moment, Deng Langyue thought of the woman in the small yard behind, that woman looked not simple, and her uncle had been hiding her behind, presumably there must be some ulterior reason.

But then, Deng Langyue thought again, if she did this, would she violate her uncle's privacy, and then she would not get the handle to restrain her uncle, but would put herself in a place of injustice.

After all, the iron chain on that woman's body seemed to be some kind of taboo special hobby.

Deng Langyue was thinking hard when a call came from his mobile phone. Deng Langyue picked it up and saw that it was an unfamiliar number.

He hesitated for two seconds, then picked up.

"Who?" Deng Langyue was in a bad mood and her tone was extremely bad.

However, the other party was even more indifferent than him, even domineering.

"Is there anyone with you?" the other party asked.

Deng Langyue frowned, "Who are you?"

However, the opposite is still coldly repeated, "Is there anyone else around you?"

It sounds like there is something important.

If it was before, Deng Langyue would hang up the phone without wasting a little bit of spittle, but now he is in a period of confusion, so he didn't hang up the phone hastily.

"No, just me." He replied.

"Wait a moment." After the other party finished saying these two words, it seemed that they had handed over, and then, what Deng Langyue heard was another voice.

It was nicer than the voice just now, but also colder.

"Deng Langyue, I'm Xiao Zihan, and I want to talk to you."

Xiao Zihan?Tang Xuan's husband?Deng Langyue's vigilance raised and lowered, and he asked in confusion: "What are you talking about with me?"

"Of course I'm talking about you. You have caused a lot of confusion to my Tang Xuan."