Seeing that Fang Feiyuan was close to her, she had not yet walked, she suddenly slanted her hand from the side and blocked her way.

Chen Biyue looked up and looked at her eyebrows suddenly tightened, and she subconsciously said, "Why are you here?"

Chen Ting has been confined to Fangfeiyuan for a while. If he had been confined to such a long time on weekdays, he would have felt impatient. But this time it was different. The injury on his wrist had not healed yet, so he was embarrassed to go out, so he could only stay in the yard obediently.

But as he stayed in the yard and could not do anything for a long time, his temper gradually became worse. The pain on his wrist was so weak that he could only rely on the help of Aunt Hua or his servants, and the resentment that he could not deal with Chen Biyue, but was dealt with by her, seriously eroded his man's self-esteem.

Seeing a bowl of hot porridge on the short table beside the bed, his eyes suddenly became angry and suddenly kicked the short table with a sudden lift, spilling the porridge all over the floor, and it was still steaming.

"Come!" Chen Ting sat on the bed, roaring at the outside with a gloomy face.

The two maids guarding outside looked at each other, one went in, and the other went to find Aunt Hua.

"Second Young Master, what are your instructions?"

The maid felt very nervous. Since the second young master was beaten and injured, it became unstable. During this period, he had beaten and tortured many servants. Aunt Hua felt sorry for him and let him make trouble. But there were many servants who beat and scolded him. She was afraid that there would be any bad effects when it came to the master, so she asked them to guard them in batches. Once Chen Ting started to lose his temper again, he went to inform her.

They are already the tenth batch of rotation.

Chen Ting stared at her, "I clearly saw two people outside, why is there only one? Where did the other die?" When he said that, his voice became louder, almost yelling.

The maid was so scared that she trembled, "Go back to the second young master, she... she is still guarding outside."

"Then let her go in!" Chen Tingze roared and suddenly laughed again. The two words on the last were very light, "Go."

The maid knelt on the ground with a thud, without saying a word, just kneeling down, hoping that Aunt Hua would come over quickly.

"What are you kneeling? Is the thief guilty? You went to inform me again, right? A bastard!" Chen Ting got out of bed with difficulty, and before he could even walk in front of her, he kicked him in the maid's heart.

The maid screamed in a hurry and fell backwards.

"Call me! I'll let you scream!" Chen Ting stretched out his feet and kicked him harder. He felt like he was angry in his heart, and he couldn't vent his anger, and he felt very uncomfortable.

"Second Young Master, please spare me!" He kicked hard, and the maid couldn't help but feel pain, and cried out, rolling on the ground and begging for mercy.

"Let you hide! You hide again! Bitch! Why do you want to harm me!" Chen Ting seemed to have regarded her as Chen Biyue, desperately venting the hatred in his heart, but kicked her too hard and fell back to the ground.

The moment he fell to the ground, a large piece of white light flashed in front of his eyes, and a moment in his mind was blank.

He gasped, and said, "Help me up!" As he said, his chest was undulating violently, as if he was about to breathe.

The maid endured the pain and sobbed and got up to help the temple.

Chen Ting looked at her pretty little face covered with tears, and she felt a bit pitiful, which made people's hearts move.

"Go lock the door!" he suddenly ordered.

The maid trembled and suddenly had a bad premonition in her heart. Seeing that she was not moving, she just stared at him blankly, while Chen Ting was so angry that she stretched out her feet to kick her.

"go!"

The maid didn't dare to touch the place where she was kicked. She just lowered her eyes and turned to close the door. Her heart was heavy and almost fell to the trough. She stared at the falling door bolt, and her face looked like crying and laughing.

Chen Ting looked at her, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his lips, "Bitch, take off your clothes, come here."

When Aunt Hua came over, the door was already tied up from inside, and Chen Ting's curse from time to time, screaming with the girl's shrill crying, and faintly bumping sounds.

The maid who called Aunt Hua over heard this voice and couldn't help but stare at the almost invisible gaps between the blue bricks on the ground. She felt scared, but fortunately it was not me who just entered.

"Ze'er, open the door! I'm the aunt!" Aunt Hua slapped the door, and the noise inside did not stop. Chen Ting seemed to have not heard it, just kept tossing the poor maid.

The maid outside couldn't help but look up at Aunt Hua. After calling Chen Ting, she didn't respond. She didn't continue to scream, but just stood quietly, with a calm expression, as if she was not affected at all, just waiting for the movement inside to stop.

The girl's crying and begging for mercy kept burrowing into her ears. She tried her best to resist the thought of opening her mouth until the sound inside gradually weakened.

"Go and open the door!" Chen Tingze's angry curses rang inside, as if he was ordering the maid.

No movement inside was heard, only Chen Tingze's angry curses kept ringing, plus the dull sound of punching and kicking on the flesh. After a while, the door was opened, and a face covered with purple bruises appeared from the crack of the door.

Aunt Hua reached out and pushed open the door. The maid was caught off guard. As the door was pushed open vigorously, the person suddenly fell back to the ground. Aunt Hua didn't look at her and went straight inside.

The maid who followed behind stepped into the door and saw that the maid's dress was still there, but it seemed like she was putting it on in a hurry, and it was a little messy. Her bare legs were exposed under the hem of the skirt, but she was wearing shoes. Then, looking at the neck covered by her collar, there were blue and purple bruises and bites, and there were more bites with blood seeping than bruises.

Compared to her body, a pretty little face was even more terrible. Except for a few wounds, the others were almost covered with bruises, and there was no place intact. Her crying was suppressed, and when she cried, she would pull the wound on her face. The piercing pain made her unable to help but wrinkle her facial features, looking a little ferocious.

The maid who followed in just stood there blankly, and did not squat down to help her and comfort her. She looked inside. The room was in a mess, with the short desk and the table and chairs all fell to the ground, and there was a trace of blood vaguely visible to the corner of the table. You can imagine what the girl had just experienced in the room.

She had seen such a tragic situation in the previous group of maids guarding the second young master. She felt a little scared at that time, and she was not as deep as she is now. The maid's begging for mercy seemed to be echoing in her ears.

Aunt Hua suddenly walked out and saw that the two of them were still there, one standing foolishly and the other sitting quietly, frowned in displeasure, "What are you still doing here! Go out!"

The maid came back to her senses, "Yes, aunt."

She bent down and helped the maid sitting on the ground up and whispered: "Let's go, let's go."

The maid let her help her up, but the pain in her lower body made her froze a little. She could only grit her teeth, bit her lips, and cry silently.

Aunt Hua returned to the inner room, while Chen Ting was still sitting on the ground, his hands were pinched and fixed in front of him, and there were some traces of purple on his face, which should have been accidentally bumped into it during the trouble just now.

Aunt Hua squatted down and felt a little distressed and reached out to touch his face, but he avoided it.

"Don't touch me!"

"Ze'er, don't do this, aunt feels sorry for her." Seeing her child's appearance, who would not feel sorry for her?

"Go out!" Chen Ting frowned impatiently.

Aunt Hua bit her lip and suddenly said, "Ze'er, when will you do this? It's just a confinement, and your hands are not bad. If you continue to fall like this, how can your father respect you?"

As he said that, he was choking. Aunt Hua leaned over and hugged Chen Tingze gently, her eyes turning red.

"What's the point of being so mean when you're being hurt like this, but you're here to waste your life in vain? The person who ruined your life was still free and free outside, just waiting to see your jokes. I wish you were locked in this yard all your life. How could you swallow this breath when you're so arrogant!"

Perhaps this sentence worked, Chen Ting reacted a little. He moved his neck and said, "Auntie, go out."

His voice sounded a little hoarse. It should be because he yelled a lot before and his throat was ruined, but Aunt Hua understood that he was much more awake than before.

"Okay, I'll go out and don't bother you. I'll have someone come over to clean up the house later. You have a good rest. I'll stew some soup for you and wait until you wake up in the evening before drinking."

Chen Ting did not answer, looking away impatiently.

Aunt Hua didn't bother him anymore and got up and went out. After a while, there was a movement from the door. Chen Ting thought it was the servant sent by Aunt Hua to clean up the house, and shouted impatiently: "You don't need to clean up! Get out!"

"Second Young Master." A servant came in. He walked to Chen Tingze and said something with his ears.

Chen Ting's face changed, "She still has the face to come?"

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