[Quick Travel] The villain is a coquettish

Wen Ling looked at the evening sky, and at the beautiful young man sitting in a wheelchair who was as thin as a butterfly.

He has never seen such a beautiful person, like an angel praised by the gods, bestowing endless love.

But he is sitting in a wheelchair right now.

For some reason, Wen Ling suddenly felt sad.If he can stand up, he will definitely become an existence that everyone will admire and admire, right?

While Wen Ling was still thinking wildly, the woman's voice suddenly called her name in an extremely vile manner from inside the room.

"Hurry up and get out and do some work! Have you cleaned the carpet in the living room?!"

The woman stood outside the utility room and shouted, as if she was looking for Wen Ling.

Wen Ling was taken aback, and hurriedly stood up and ran towards the back door. Before leaving, he didn't forget to wave to the young man, and put a smile on his cheek with his thin fingers.

be happy~

It wasn't until Wen Ling completely disappeared in the back garden that the boy in the wheelchair lost his warm expression.

There was a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth, and he took out the rabbit that had been disemboweled and thrown in the grass.

Absurd laughter overflowed from his throat, that angel-like face was filled with chilling malice at the moment, his delicate and slender fingertips were entwined with blood stains, like a demon coming into the world.

"Ah, I found a new, more interesting rabbit." The boy's voice was hoarse like a whisper, and then there was a burst of extreme joy.

The rabbit's corpse was still in place, and the blood stains stained the green stems and leaves, staining the soft picture.

He pressed the wheelchair and left the garden.

After seeing him leave, the servants who were standing not far away quickly cleaned up the rabbit's body and blood as if they were being pardoned.

They seemed to be extremely afraid of this beautiful and perfect young man, and when they saw him leave, they only dared to follow him from a distance, not daring to approach him at all.

............

Wen Ling knelt on the carpet in the living room and used a special small brush to pick out the sundries in the carpet.

He worked very hard, but he still couldn't avoid being bullied.

Dirty water was splashed on the bottom shirt without any struggle, and the woman's eyes were full of viciousness and ridicule: "Hey, this carpet is dirty, why don't you hurry up and wash it!"

"What are you doing? This is an imported silk carpet!" The woman was startled by a roar, she was a little flustered, and accidentally splashed a lot of water.

The butler was wearing a suit and looked at the woman with an angry face: "This carpet cannot be washed, once it is soiled, it will be useless! What's your name? I will register with the finance department later, and I will send you the purchase channel and the amount of this carpet , you compensate according to the price."

The woman's face turned pale in an instant. She looked at Wen Ling who was sitting on the ground and picking up trash with a small comb in his hand, and quickly pulled him up from the ground: "He did it! It has nothing to do with me, It's all him!"

Wen Ling waved his hands anxiously, and the woman gave him a hard pinch in the dark.

Wen Ling wanted to scream in pain, but he couldn't make a sound, and his eyes turned red instantly.

Seeing this, the housekeeper's face became more severe: "If you say it wasn't you who did it, we will adjust the monitoring. If it is really not you, I will apologize to you. If you did it and you want to slander others, I will report the truth To Madam. We absolutely don't need such uneducated people to appear here."

The woman's complexion was blue and white and colorful, so she could only grit her teeth and swallow in her stomach: "I'll go right away."

Wen Ling looked at the carpet that had been covered by dirty water, and stood beside him in a daze, like a child who had done something wrong.

Seeing Wen Ling's thin and pitiful appearance, the housekeeper couldn't help lowering his voice: "Don't be afraid, I saw that you didn't do it. What's your name?"

Wen Ling raised his gaze, and he pointed to his throat, then shook his head, indicating that he could not speak.

The butler's expression was surprised for a moment: "You can't speak?"

Wen Ling nodded.

"They always bully you like this?"

A trace of hesitation flashed across Wen Ling's eyes. If they sue now, they will definitely bully him even more in the future.

Seeing Wen Ling's hesitation, the housekeeper's tone was gentle: "Just tell me, if they still dare to bully you, I will tell Madam."

After a moment of hesitation, Wen Ling nodded.

"I understand. Go back today and have a good rest. You don't need to work anymore." The housekeeper gently comforted Wen Ling: "By the way, where do you live now?"

Wen Ling pointed to a corner not far away. In the corner of the back door of the garden, there was a utility room with a diagonal triangle.

The butler's gaze gradually became incredible. He opened the utility room. The whole utility room was small and messy, with things piled up everywhere. Only a single bed could barely be accommodated, and it couldn't even accommodate a second person.

"They let you live here?!"

Wen Ling looked at the butler's already angry face, and nodded.

"I will report this matter to my wife tonight. You should pack up your things first and move to the servant's room on the third floor."

As soon as he heard that it was time to change places, Wen Ling happily clasped his little hands together as a gesture of 'thank you'.

Seeing Wen Ling's cute and lovable appearance, the butler smiled gently: "It just so happens that Madam has come back, so I'll go and tell Madam right now."

Wen Ling was packing things in his utility room. There was nothing in the room except for a few worn out clothes, which Wen Ling carried in a small bag.

As soon as she finished packing her things, the woman who went to finance to issue a compensation note came over angrily.

'Snapped'

A huge force slapped Wen Ling fiercely on the face, and Wen Ling was knocked off his head.

"Dumb! Do you know how much that carpet costs? 30! I've done so much work for nothing, and I still owe 30! It's all because of you, why don't you die!"

Wen Ling's cheeks swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye. He bit his lip and couldn't say a word.

"The 30 yuan, I don't care what method you use, you must take it out, otherwise I will let you go around without eating." The woman put down her words viciously, and then walked away without looking back.

With Lao Gao's swollen cheeks, Wen Ling silently moved to the third floor. It was no longer a small and crowded utility room. The servant's room on the third floor was an independent bedroom, clean and bright.

After packing up her simple things, Wen Ling curled up on the bed and fell asleep in a daze.

In the middle of the night, he was tossed awake by the pain of his swollen cheeks. Looking at the moon hanging high outside, Wen Ling felt aggrieved and helpless.

He can't even defend himself now.

There was silence in the entire huge manor, and it seemed that everyone had already rested.

Wen Ling lifted the quilt, put on his clothes and ran to the back garden on tiptoe.

The woman slapped extremely hard, and there were bloodstains on her cheeks from her nails, which looked a little hideous.

The wound was burning and painful, and half of his face was swollen.

Wen Ling was sitting at the stairway by the back door of the garden, sobbing softly.

He wiped his tears, but he didn't dare to use too much force.

Suddenly, a figure loomed in front of him.

Wen Ling raised his hazy teary eyes, and saw that the elf-like boy under the moonlight was staring at him with light brown pupils.

"Why are you crying again?"

Wen Ling wiped away his tears in embarrassment, but because he accidentally touched his cheek, he couldn't help but shed two more tears.

Sitting in the wheelchair, the boy gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Wen Ling tilted his head curiously, why didn't he go to bed so late?Could it be that he couldn't sleep because he was bullied?

I don't know what kind of work a person like him will be assigned to do?

Seeing the little obedient and soft guy in front of him looking at him with curious and wet eyes at the moment, the boy's eyes couldn't help but become a little dark.

"The wound on the face, who made it?"

Wen Ling couldn't speak, but being cared about in such an unfamiliar environment, he still couldn't help but want to confide.

He picked up the branches on the ground and wrote on the soil with the branches:【I was beaten by the maid who cleaned together, she bullied me for being dumb.He still poured dirty water on the carpet today and said that I did it, but he slapped me when he didn't blame me. 】

Thinking of this, Wen Ling's tears hit the ground one by one, creating a small puddle of wet water.

He used a branch to write laboriously on the ground: [The carpet is 30, she said I will pay for it.Where do I have so much money, she is the one who deliberately poured dirty water on me to bully me! 】

Wen Ling sobbed aggrievedly, he wrote very slowly, and the boy sat in the wheelchair and watched him write patiently.

The little guy squatted on the ground and looked so pitiful that it made people feel pitiful. He bent slightly and lifted his face, wiping his tears with his fingertips.

"Don't cry, since you don't want to suffer in silence, you have to learn to fight back."

counterattack?How to fight back?

He can't speak, that person wants to frame him, it's completely easy to do.

Wen Ling looked at the young man in the cold moon cream, even though he was sitting in a wheelchair, it was like a god who had always been indifferent found his believer and stretched out his favoring hand.

Things turned around the next day.

After Madam found out about Wen Ling's situation, she specially allowed him to take care of her son.

I heard that my wife's son has a weird temper and is volatile, so we rarely see him.

"Tch, I thought I changed to a great place. I spent a long time here to serve that crippled young master." Seeing that Wen Ling had changed into clean clothes and his cheeks were smeared with medicine, the woman couldn't help but sneer: "What's the use of serving people well? You're still a disabled person."

Disabled?Wen Ling was a little dazed, but the next moment, anger welled up in his heart.

Should a person with a physical defect be ridiculed for no reason? !

He clenched his fists and glared at the woman. In the next second, there was a little gloom in his cold and deep voice.

"Really?" At some point, the boy was pushed out by the butler from the special elevator in the living room on the first floor.

He was wearing a very elegant retro court style shirt, like an unattainable noble young master who came out of a medieval oil painting.

There was cruel coldness in the boy's eyes: "I hate my legs so much, why don't I discount yours too."