Chapter 2311 Disfigurement: pretending again
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Yi Wu Er Bai
"I dare to throw away my things, you guys get out of here immediately!"
The servants were a little pitiful and wanted to defend themselves, but they didn't have the chance.
Rong Xinghe went upstairs with a dark face, opened the door and saw that the room was already occupied by various painting tools.
He was about to smash things when he went in, Rong Xingzhou's gloomy voice came from behind, "How dare you!"
Rong Xinghe turned his head subconsciously, his scalp tingling from Rong Xingzhou's gaze.
He said sternly, "Why don't I dare, this is my room, what right do you have to do this?"
Rong Xingzhou didn't speak, but just stared at Rong Xinghe.
Rong Xinghe's back felt cold from being stared at, and he had the illusion that he would be killed by Rong Xingzhou if he smashed the painting tools in the room.
But some people, the more they do this, the more they want to die.
For example, Rong Xinghe now, he felt that he was so frightened by Rong Xingzhou, how embarrassing.
So he picked up an easel casually and threw it on the ground.
He also said provocatively: "I smashed it, what can you do?"
As he spoke, he looked Rong Xingzhou up and down, his expression seemed to say that he was just a cripple.
Rong Xingzhou walked towards Rong Xinghe step by step, walking very slowly, it was hard to see that there was something wrong with his leg.
Rong Xinghe retreated subconsciously, planning to leave immediately.
He hurried towards the door, but Rong Xingzhou grabbed his arm.
Rong Xingzhou's hand was like cast iron, Rong Xinghe couldn't break free at all.
Relying on those servants being afraid of Rong Xingzhou, Su Bei went to do his best and got a bag of cherries, which he planned to eat with Rong Xingzhou.
As soon as he went upstairs, he heard someone screaming. He took two steps forward and saw Rong Xinghe lying on the ground with his arms folded, with a painful expression on his face.
And Rong Xingzhou looked down at Rong Xinghe, expressionless.
In addition, Su Bei also saw his easel smashed on the ground.
How can this be tolerated.
Su Bei stepped forward in three steps in parallel, kicked Rong Xinghe twice, "Did you smash my easel?"
Rong Xinghe was dripping with cold sweat, his arm had been dislocated, and he was in excruciating pain, unable to answer Su Bei's words at all.
In the end, the housekeeper took Rong Xinghe to the hospital.
Su Bei looked at the broken easel and sighed. Fortunately, he bought a lot at once.
So he put the easel matter behind him, and asked Rong Xingzhou with the cherries, "Do you want to eat?"
Rong Xingzhou looked at Su Bei's slightly trembling hands and responded.
After Su Bei and Rong Xingzhou ate the cherries, they took a nap.
Then she was woken up by Rong Xingzhou in the afternoon and went downstairs to eat.
Rong Xinghe came back, with one hand hanging, looking at Su Bei and Rong Xingzhou bitterly.
Father Rong seemed to be waiting for Su Bei and Rong Xingzhou to go down.
After the two went down, Father Rong immediately said: "Rong Xingzhou! Look at the good deeds you have done! What are you dissatisfied with this family? Do you have to treat Xinghe like this?"
Rong Xingzhou glanced at the empty table and asked, "Where's the food?"
Father Rong slapped the table and said angrily: "What to eat, if you don't make it clear today, don't even try to eat anything!"
Rong Xingzhou said flatly: "Since he can't control his hand, then don't take it."
Rong Xinghe said immediately, "I just accidentally knocked down Su Bei's easel."
"After all I don't know how my bedroom was turned into a studio."
Father Rong was so angry, "Su Bei! You are not a good guy either. Since you came, look at how our Rong family has been messed up by you. Get out tomorrow!"
The servants were a little pitiful and wanted to defend themselves, but they didn't have the chance.
Rong Xinghe went upstairs with a dark face, opened the door and saw that the room was already occupied by various painting tools.
He was about to smash things when he went in, Rong Xingzhou's gloomy voice came from behind, "How dare you!"
Rong Xinghe turned his head subconsciously, his scalp tingling from Rong Xingzhou's gaze.
He said sternly, "Why don't I dare, this is my room, what right do you have to do this?"
Rong Xingzhou didn't speak, but just stared at Rong Xinghe.
Rong Xinghe's back felt cold from being stared at, and he had the illusion that he would be killed by Rong Xingzhou if he smashed the painting tools in the room.
But some people, the more they do this, the more they want to die.
For example, Rong Xinghe now, he felt that he was so frightened by Rong Xingzhou, how embarrassing.
So he picked up an easel casually and threw it on the ground.
He also said provocatively: "I smashed it, what can you do?"
As he spoke, he looked Rong Xingzhou up and down, his expression seemed to say that he was just a cripple.
Rong Xingzhou walked towards Rong Xinghe step by step, walking very slowly, it was hard to see that there was something wrong with his leg.
Rong Xinghe retreated subconsciously, planning to leave immediately.
He hurried towards the door, but Rong Xingzhou grabbed his arm.
Rong Xingzhou's hand was like cast iron, Rong Xinghe couldn't break free at all.
Relying on those servants being afraid of Rong Xingzhou, Su Bei went to do his best and got a bag of cherries, which he planned to eat with Rong Xingzhou.
As soon as he went upstairs, he heard someone screaming. He took two steps forward and saw Rong Xinghe lying on the ground with his arms folded, with a painful expression on his face.
And Rong Xingzhou looked down at Rong Xinghe, expressionless.
In addition, Su Bei also saw his easel smashed on the ground.
How can this be tolerated.
Su Bei stepped forward in three steps in parallel, kicked Rong Xinghe twice, "Did you smash my easel?"
Rong Xinghe was dripping with cold sweat, his arm had been dislocated, and he was in excruciating pain, unable to answer Su Bei's words at all.
In the end, the housekeeper took Rong Xinghe to the hospital.
Su Bei looked at the broken easel and sighed. Fortunately, he bought a lot at once.
So he put the easel matter behind him, and asked Rong Xingzhou with the cherries, "Do you want to eat?"
Rong Xingzhou looked at Su Bei's slightly trembling hands and responded.
After Su Bei and Rong Xingzhou ate the cherries, they took a nap.
Then she was woken up by Rong Xingzhou in the afternoon and went downstairs to eat.
Rong Xinghe came back, with one hand hanging, looking at Su Bei and Rong Xingzhou bitterly.
Father Rong seemed to be waiting for Su Bei and Rong Xingzhou to go down.
After the two went down, Father Rong immediately said: "Rong Xingzhou! Look at the good deeds you have done! What are you dissatisfied with this family? Do you have to treat Xinghe like this?"
Rong Xingzhou glanced at the empty table and asked, "Where's the food?"
Father Rong slapped the table and said angrily: "What to eat, if you don't make it clear today, don't even try to eat anything!"
Rong Xingzhou said flatly: "Since he can't control his hand, then don't take it."
Rong Xinghe said immediately, "I just accidentally knocked down Su Bei's easel."
"After all I don't know how my bedroom was turned into a studio."
Father Rong was so angry, "Su Bei! You are not a good guy either. Since you came, look at how our Rong family has been messed up by you. Get out tomorrow!"
