After the real young master came back, the fake young master ran away overnight

There was a kind of disdain and mockery in the man's eyebrows, and his eyes were full of deep hostility and impatience, giving people the feeling that he would run away in a second.

"Wear, I have a bad temper. You have to tell me where the painting is before I strangle you. If you want to compete with me in acting, you can try it. To put it bluntly, I was raised by my parents for 20 years anyway. For many years, it is still possible to fight with you."

Hearing the sound, his brain went blank, his back and the back of his head were aching, and when he regained his senses, he looked at Wen Ci's cold eyes, his scalp was numb, and at the same time, there was an indescribable sense of fear.

Everywhere on his body was hurting, and his neck was still tightly strangled. When he heard the sound and struggled, when he found that he couldn't break free, he stared at Wen Ci, "let go."

He wanted to call Wenmu loudly, but he couldn't at all.

"I'll count to three." Wen Ci stared at him expressionlessly, unmoved, tightened his fingers, and even impatiently kicked Wen Sheng's kicking legs: "Three, two... "

Hearing the sound of being kicked, he suddenly felt that Wen Ci might really strangle him to death.

The strong sense of uneasiness made Wen Sheng frightened, and tried to raise his voice to warn, "Wen Ci, if you dare to do something, you will be finished."

He suddenly laughed again, "You dare not do it, you dare not do it..."

Wen Ci's eyes and eyebrows were full of coldness, and his tone was meaningless: "Really?"

At the same time as the words fell, his hands tightened instantly.

Hearing the sound of being pinched, his eyes widened, and his face flushed red due to difficulty breathing.

He used his hands to break Wen Ci's hand, and found that he couldn't break it at all, and kicked Wen Ci anxiously and panickedly, but because he couldn't breathe and his strength was too weak, he couldn't kick Wen Ci at all.

At the moment when he was about to suffocate, Wen Sheng pointed to a table and shouted with difficulty: "Crazy, you crazy. It's in the drawer, I didn't throw it away, let me go quickly, who the hell cares about your broken paintings."

Wen Ci slammed him away, walked to the table, and wiped his hands carefully with a paper towel.

Wen Sheng, who was crazily breathing fresh air, was so angry that he almost vomited blood when he saw his deliberately wiping his hands.

How dare Wen Ci treat herself like this?How dare you?Who does he think he is!

The more he thought about it, the more he ground his teeth, covered his neck and face, and screamed loudly on purpose, "Mom, hit me when you heard the words!"

A scream not only attracted the aunt, but also made Wen's mother, who was eating fruit, rush to catch up.

The door was opened by Wen Sheng, and he ran out rubbing his neck with obvious five finger marks, and said to Wen Mu with tears all over his face, "Mom, I'm in so much pain."

He wanted to grab Wen Mu, but before he had time, his legs went limp, and he knelt on the ground fiercely, as if he wanted to kneel and kowtow to someone.

Mother Wen pulled him up in shock, and heard the voice with very weak legs: "..."

Wen Ci saw the crumpled painting in the drawer, his eyes were cold, wishing he could just slap Wen Sheng to death.

He unfolded the painting carefully, pressed it among other paintings, and walked out of the room with a cold face.

"A Ci, what's going on?" Wen's mother supported Wen Sheng, who was unsteady, her eyes flicked back and forth between the two of them, and she frowned, "Did you hit someone?"

"No, I'm just helping Wensheng catch mice." The moment he looked at Wen's mother, Wenci restrained all his expressions, and said with a smile: "Wensheng is afraid of mice, and with his eyes closed, the mice crawled over his neck. I thought I hit him. It was a misunderstanding, and it wasn't me who did it."

Such a smile, as if the man who was full of hostility in the room just now was just an illusion.

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Wen Sheng was so angry that he opened his eyes to tell nonsense, his face twisted ferociously, and he directly showed the fingerprints on his neck, and said aggrievedly with red eyes: "Could this be made by mice? Mom, my brother is like crazy, he almost strangled me to death. He also beat me, woo woo woo, look at my face, how swollen it is, it hurts."

Mother Wen saw Wen Sheng's red, swollen and bruised side face, and touched it worriedly. Because she couldn't control her strength, she almost turned Wen Sheng into a screaming chicken when she touched it.

He pinched his legs desperately, held back the screams, and there were more tears in his eyes.

This time I really couldn't control the pain and cried.

Hearing the words, he wanted to laugh when he saw his funny appearance.

Mother Wen withdrew her hand and stared at Wen Ci, "What's going on? Ah Ci, you don't seem like someone who can do it."

"It's nothing, it's just that he didn't know when he came into my room, tore up my paintings and crumpled them up, and didn't tell me where the paintings are." He said in a tone: "I couldn't help but put my hand on his face. I didn't do it on purpose. I'm sorry brother. I shouldn't have put my hand on your face. I didn't expect your skin to be so delicate. Sigh."

What is this nonsense?Hitting means beating him to describe it in posts?Also said that his skin is delicate?

Wen Sheng glared at Wen Ci angrily, almost fainted from his words, wanted to curse, but glanced at Wen Mu again, and held back.

Seeing the picture book, Wen Mu's expression changed drastically.

Wensheng didn't wait for Wenmu's sentence "it's just a painting, and it's nothing", but Wenmu's slightly reproachful words, "Asheng, if you want a picture book, you can talk to Ah Ci if you want to draw, and tell me .Why did you sneak into Ah Ci’s room and touch his paintings? This is wrong, do you know? You can’t just destroy other people’s things.”

Hearing the sound, he was stunned.

Facing Shang Wenci's eyes with a disdainful smile, he put down the hand rubbing his neck, and even forgot to pretend to cry.

Wen Ci knows, Wen Ci must have known about this matter for a long time, even if he pokes it out, no matter how pitiful he is, Wen's mother will blame him, that's why she dared to beat him.

So his beating was completely calculated by Wenci, and he couldn't get it back at all.

Damn Wenci, deliberately plotting against him here.

Hearing the sound, he was so angry that he was about to lose his shape, and he wished he could step forward and punch him right now.

He pouted, suppressed everything for the time being, and said pitifully to Wen Mu: "I, I may have gone to the wrong room before. I thought my brother's room was very beautiful. I accidentally saw that painting. If I liked it so much, I would tear it up." Oh, I didn’t mean it. I don’t even remember, so my brother asked me, and I can only say I don’t know. Mom, my neck hurts so much, even if I’m at fault, my brother can’t beat me so violently, it’s too scary.”

"No matter how much you like it, you can't tear it off. Ah Ci cherishes that painting very much, we don't usually touch it, you child." Wen's mother wanted to scold at first, but when she heard Wen Sheng's words, she said helplessly: "Don't do this again next time, You too, Ah Ci, how can you do it? Look at your brother's neck and face."

So that's it?Is this the case of beating him after hearing Ci?

Hearing the sound, he pinched his own palm, his eyes were scarlet with hatred.

Hearing the words, he pursed his lips and smiled happily, returning all the provocations that Wen Sheng gave him before, "I know, I shouldn't have done it."

That look was not saying that he shouldn't do anything, it was almost like saying that he was absolutely right, the fault was that he didn't try harder.

Hearing the sound, he stopped talking completely, and his whole body was about to be swallowed by the continuously growing anger in his heart.

"Everything he owns in this family should belong to me, so what if I took his painting book? It should belong to me, and everything is mine." After a while, the voice suddenly became dark. He said, "Why does he hit me? What right does he have to hit me? Without me, can he enjoy this young master's life? He should get out of here, I feel sick when I see him..."

Suddenly seeing Wen's mother's unbelievable expression, Wen's reaction came to him instantly, and he didn't say the rest, and said in a panic: "I'm sorry, Mom, I'm too excited, that's not what I meant."

"A Ci, he is also a victim." Wen's mother was a little disappointed with him, "You are all mother's children, and mother hopes that you can live in peace. Besides, you are indeed at fault for this matter. It's fine if you didn't apologize to your brother. How could you say such a thing?"

He apologized?It's not him who should apologize!What he said was absolutely true.

Wen Sheng kept sneering in his heart, stared at Wen Ci fiercely, and clenched his fists.

Wen Ci stood there quietly watching Wen Sheng's performance, and when he saw him looking at him, he curled his lips into a smile, and said in a very understanding tone: "It's okay, Mom, I won't blame my brother."

Wen's mother sighed again and again, and her eyes were tearing apart when she heard the sound.

Wen Ci took a few steps forward, stopped in front of Wen Sheng, looked at Wen Sheng with a look of looking at a clown, with a chill in his eyes, and said softly: "Don't you like watching theater? I'll give you a big show. The name is How about "Who the hell are you?" Interested?"

The meaningless sentence made Wen Sheng think of something quickly, took a few steps back, glanced at Wen's mother, and wanted to stagger on purpose and take the opportunity to fall to the ground, creating a feeling of being pushed by Wen's words.

But before he had time to fall, he saw his intention after hearing the words, stretched out his feet, and threw him to the ground unceremoniously.

Hearing an uncontrollable scream from the pain in his buttocks, it was also this sound that gave him a little chance to catch his breath under the words of Wenci.

What do the words mean?Who is he?He heard it!

No, he didn't hear the sound...

Thinking of this, Wen Sheng suddenly raised his head, staring straight at the words with a smile on his face: "You..."

He was panicked and angry, and wanted to get up and smash the face that heard the words, so he forgot to splash dirty water.

"Brother was too careless. He fell down so well. I was shocked. Those who didn't know thought I pushed you." Wen Ci slowly squatted down, tilted his head, and stretched out his hand with a smile. , especially harmless, "Come on, I'll help you up, dear brother."

Wen Sheng almost yelled "Get away", reason made him hold back, put his hand on Wen Ci's hand, and was helped up by him.

Hearing the sound, he knew that this time he lost, completely.

The previous Wen Ci ignored him, just because he didn't provoke Wen Ci's bottom line.

But this time, he successfully provoked to the bottom line of hearing the words.

It's just a painting.

Looking at the picture book in Wen Ci's hand, Wen Sheng suddenly laughed strangely, and squeezed out a sentence, "Do you think you can be with Chi Guanyan? Wen Ci, you don't know something at all."

"You'd better worry about your own skin." Wen Ci didn't care about his words, patted his shoulder, tilted his head and smiled at Wen's mother: "Mom, I'm going home first, it's already very late."

He passed by Wensheng without looking at Wensheng.

"Brother." Wen Sheng gritted his teeth, the more he thought about it, the more he refused to admit defeat, he looked at Wen Ci's back and said coldly: "If you have that ability, you can try it and see if you win or I win in the end. "

Wen's mother couldn't understand what the two of them said, and she looked puzzled.

Wen Ci paused, stopped on the stairs, held the drawing book and looked sideways at Wen Sheng, smiled contemptuously and said, "Then I must have won, do you know why?"

The author has something to say: Wenci: Aww, I'm a lunatic, and today I'm going to perform a TVT show for everyone.

I ate a few duck heads today, it was so delicious =3=.

Thank you for the genuine support, what~ The second update is around six o'clock in the evening.

感谢在2021-06-0301:36:01~2021-06-0323:56:35期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: pure white one, I am a little fairy ~ 1;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 11 bottles of Xiaomiao; 10 bottles of Gu Yun; 1 bottle of Congshan;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!