Xiaobaihua's character can't be collapsed

"It's impossible!" Mrs. Lian looked at her fingernails in disbelief.

The others suddenly realized that Dao had hidden the laxatives in his nails and secretly put them in when pouring tea.

Madam Lian's face was extremely ugly, pointing at Song Han and shouting hysterically: "It's you! You bitch let it go!"

After yelling, he yelled at Li Hanchuan again: "Vendor Master! I never gave him laxatives! He's yelling, "Stop the thief!"

Without raising his eyebrows, Li Hanchuan ordered in a soft voice, "Get her out."

As soon as this remark came out, Tang Xiaowan and the others looked at Xiang Fu gloatingly.

"No!" Mrs. Lian covered her ears and screamed desperately: "You can't drive me away! I'm your benefactor's sister! You promised my brother to take care of me for the rest of my life! How can you be an ungrateful person who betrayed his promise?"

From the corner of Li Hanchuan's eyes, Song Han kept looking at Song Han. Seeing that his face turned pale again when he heard this, the knuckles of his clenched hands turned slightly white, and he suddenly felt a little irritable.

Song Han was feeling unwell, so he didn't want to say more, so he directly ordered: "Doctor Wang, check to see if she has hysteria."

Everyone in the backyard was startled, and Tang Xiaowan burst out laughing triumphantly.

"Li Hanchuan, I'm not crazy!" Mrs. Lian's eyes were red, and she screamed hoarsely, "My brother died to save you! Are you worthy of my brother for driving me away for this bitch?"

"Nonsense!" The butler, who was always smiling gently, wrinkled the fine lines at the corners of his eyes, and his expression was extremely cold, "Your brother passed away unexpectedly during a mission, and the owner promised to take care of you because of old feelings. You are not only ungrateful, but also gossip, out of thin air Fabricate the identity of the owner's benefactor's younger sister, and use it to run amok!

The owner of the villa is generous and doesn't care about you, you still have to make an inch and dare to slander the owner!How can my Wanren Villa tolerate you! "

Is that so?Everyone looked at each other, and countless contemptuous eyes shot at Mrs. Lian like sharp arrows.

Guan Yanyu, who had been tolerant of her because she was afraid of her status before, had a brilliant expression on her face. Young Master Baoqin snorted coldly, and Tang Xiaowan jumped straight away.

"You crazy woman, how can you be so shameless! Return the owner's benefactor's sister, I'm sorry!"

"No! I didn't lie! I didn't lie! My brother saved you, you can't do this to me!" Mrs. Lian, who believed in herself too much, collapsed.

"Get her away." The housekeeper motioned, and two strong young servants strode forward to grab Mrs. Lian.

"Let me go!" Mrs. Lian cried and punched and kicked, "I won't go!"

No matter how much she cried, she was forcibly dragged away by two servants, each dragging her by one arm.

Madam Lian looked back at Song Han, "Bitch! You're going to die! You..."

As soon as she uttered the vicious insults with the utmost resentment, a big hand with sharp bones grabbed her throat.

"Woo, woo..." Mrs. Lian's eyes widened suddenly, her mouth opened wide in pain, her facial features were distorted like ghosts.

Li Hanchuan's brows were covered with frost, "Xiaohan's kindness doesn't care about you, it's not a reason for you to insult and frame him even more."

After saying that, Li Hanchuan let go, and said in a cold voice, "If you offend my distinguished guest, you will be punished with twenty sticks and driven out."

Two boys: "Yes!"

"what--"

Madam Lian's screams pierced the sky, and everyone felt a chill in their hearts. A weak woman was beaten with sticks for [-] years without dying or being disabled.

Someone secretly looked at Song Han, the boy lowered his head, they couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, they only saw the boy's thin body shaking suddenly.

"Master!" Mu Xiaobai exclaimed.

With a flash of Li Hanchuan's figure, he hugged him into his arms. The fainted boy looked sleepy, with long curled eyelashes covering his pale face, frail and thin.

"My son is weak and can't be stimulated. Although the amount of laxatives taken is not large, it finally stimulated the spleen and stomach..."

Doctor Wang thought about it and said, the coldness in Li Hanchuan's eyes grew a little bit more, he hugged the boy horizontally, performed lightness kung fu and flew back to Ningxiang Xiaozhu under the astonished eyes of the people in the backyard.

The rest of the people had different expressions, and the scene of walking the staff was too tragic, so those who couldn't bear to look directly took a step forward.

"VIP?"

In his mind, Li Hanchuan was lingering on the distant figure holding the boy nervously, Guan Yanyu smiled wryly, "Master Wuyi is also a distinguished guest, why don't I see you so nervous?"

Yuan Yilan, who was standing next to her, just sighed at this, "I already knew that the owner treats Mr. Song differently, but... I always feel that this matter is weird."

She paused, and said: "With Mrs. Lian's personality, she gave birth to Zhou Jing and gave birth to Chun & Yao. She wanted to use him to destroy Mr. Song's innocence, but why was she the one who lost her virginity in the end?"

Guan Yanyu came back to her senses, with hatred rolling in her eyes: "Why else? Li Xiulian is arrogant and ignorant, maybe she got drunk and went to the wrong room!"

"What Mrs. Lian! She's just a stinky and shameless bitch!" Tang Xiaowan's smothered breath dissipated in the faint wailing from behind, and she walked much more briskly.

Xiang Ling, who followed her anxiously, lowered his eyes to cover the dark light in his eyes.

So what if it's weird?As long as the person standing in front of her disappears!

Liu Ruyan, who walked back to the residence alone, looked cold, as if nothing would affect her in the slightest.

Walking at the end, Qiu Ruoshui, who had heard enough of Mrs. Lian's screams, winked like silk, and smiled at the son holding the piano opposite him: "What do you think about this, master?"

Young Master Baoqin glanced at her lightly: "Then what is Miss Ruoshui's opinion?"

Qiu Ruoshui rolled her eyes, and said with a smile: "I feel that the backyard is much more spacious without two people..."

Mrs. Lian was dragged out like a dead dog and lost, and Zhou Jingsheng was also taken away by the butler in a state of despair.

"So what if there are too many people? The owner doesn't care at all!" Young Master Baoqin's eyes were gloomy.

Qiu Ruoshui's smile didn't change, and she caressed the temples with her bare hands: "There's nothing wrong with this, everyone won't get it!"

"You really think so?" Young Master Baoqin smiled.

"That's right." Qiu Ruoshui smiled at Yan Yan, swinging a willow waist lightly.

"Humph!"

No matter what they thought, today's events were like a cloud over their hearts, and Li Hanchuan was not in a good mood.

"Is it still uncomfortable?" Li Hanchuan carefully applied medicine to the scars on his face, and apologized softly, "I made you suffer."

Song Han's expression was gloomy. Hearing this, he pulled himself together and said, "It's none of your business. Madam Lian deliberately targeted me."

Li Hanchuan frowned slightly, raised his chin, and looked deeply into Song Han's eyes with his dark eyes like a pool: "Why is it none of my business?"

Song Han looked away, and said in a lonely tone, "It's not your fault that they like you."

Li Hanchuan raised his eyebrows, "Then why did Mrs. Lian target you?"

Song Han slapped his eyelashes, but didn't answer.

Li Hanchuan didn't force him either, and pinched his sharp chin, slightly dissatisfied: "I was thin at first, but now I only have a handful of bones left. Don't always think about cooking for others, you should eat more yourself anyway." .”

Song Han still didn't speak.

Li Hanchuan pressed his thumb lightly on his lips that had recovered a trace of blood: "Unhappy?"

Song Han's ears turned red, and he whispered, "I haven't."

There was some warmth in Li Hanchuan's eyes: "Then what's wrong?"

Song Han raised his eyes, his clear eyes reflected the man's handsome face with softened edges, and his soft voice was faintly nervous: "Didn't you see the note I put in the food box?"

Li Hanchuan raised the corners of his lips: "I see."

Song Han was a little disappointed, and asked, "It's so bad that you don't want to get back to me?"

"That's not true, it's just that you need to practice your handwriting."

Song Han blushed.

"Didn't you say that Zou Changqing sent you a copybook, why did you still write it like this?" Li Hanchuan rubbed his hair, "Go and write a few words for me to see."

"Oh." Song Han obediently agreed, got up and went to the study.

In the study room, there were still some calligraphy written by Song Han during his previous practice. Li Hanchuan picked up a few and looked at them, but all of them were written in a disorderly manner.He was about to instruct Song Han on how to grasp and put pen to paper, but he was attracted by the words with different styles on a piece of white paper.

Unlike the characters written with a brush, the characters written with a pen that I don't know have a lot of charm.

Li Hanchuan glanced and found a few goose feathers stuck in the pen holder, the root canals of the goose feathers had been treated, and the insides were filled with ink.

He looked at it with great interest, and wrote with the goose feather as if writing with a brush, but the root canal of the goose feather was too thin to handle, and the characters he wrote were a bit strange.

After Song Han finished writing, he looked up just in time to see him frowning, and took the goose feather from his hand with a blushing face: "You have to take it like this."

Making a pen gesture to write hard-tipped calligraphy, Song Han grabbed the quill pen and dipped it in ink, and wrote the word "Hanchuan" on a clean piece of paper.

As if he had practiced thousands of times, his name gradually appeared in the young man's pen. The young man held a white quill pen in his small hand, and his eyes were solemn and focused like never before. Every stroke seemed to be written into his heart.

Li Hanchuan's eyes darkened as he stared at the two unique characters.

Compared with using a brush, the boy is obviously more familiar with writing with this peculiar pen, and the characters written are two completely different styles from those written with a brush.

The brush characters are a bit weak and lacklustre, but the characters written by the quill pen are not as grand as the brush characters, but they are clean and neat, with vigorous brushwork and a unique style.

Just like the young man, he looks weak and soft, but in fact he is firm and indomitable, always touching people's hearts inadvertently.

"All right."

Song Han raised his eyes to look at Li Hanchuan, and met his burning and deep gaze. The man's eyes were as thick as ink that could not be melted, black and dark, so deep that it seemed to suck people in.

He stared blankly, as if he had been frozen, his breathing became cautious.

The man met his gaze and approached slowly, his warm breath hit his face, "Didn't you say you couldn't read? Why are these two words written so beautifully?"

Sensing his warm palms on the back of his waist, the heat on Song Han's face rose little by little, and the deer's eyes were filled with moisture.

"Practiced many times?" Li Hanchuan's voice was hoarse.

"Yeah." Song Han snorted softly and leaned into his arms, his cheeks blooming with the beauty of begonias.

The passionate kiss finally landed on his lips, Song Han's body trembled, and Li Hanchuan's hands around his slender waist tightened, taking his breath gently and domineeringly.