The guilty Han Yi'er saw Yun Aotian's entry and felt like he was wearing a hedgehog's armor again.
His expression turned cold. He glanced at the food on Mr. Yun's body and looked at Yun Aotian's expression?
Oh, it was the third mistake.
She raised her head high and waited for Yun Aotian's punishment. Han Yi'er had no grievances in her heart. Facing Yun Aotian, even the black ones were white, so why waste more words?
"Steward Li, call the doctor!" Yun Aotian's unexpectedly calm tone stunned Han Yi'er.
What? Why is your attitude so good today?
Isn't this the best excuse to torture yourself?
Or is there a vicious move waiting for him? Han Yi'er walked out of the room with an indifferent expression, and Yun Aotian followed him out at the same time.
He stopped at the door of the room and looked at Yun Aotian with a smile on his face.
Is it convenient this time?
There were only Han Yi'er and Yun Aotian in the silent corridor.
She already knew that he would not give up.
Yun Aotian looked at her fake smile and was extremely angry. Isn't the punishment enough? Do you want to challenge his temper again and again? Very good! It will make it easier for him to use her body to vent his hatred for another person.
Got it!
Without asking any questions, Yun Aotian slapped Han Yi'er hard on the face with his big cold hands.
What he was thinking about at this moment was Li Yi'er's unwillingness to take care of his father, and now Han Yi'er spilling rice on his father undoubtedly made him lose his mind again and vent his hatred towards Li Yi'er on her...
These hands had stopped her from being beaten, these hands had soothed her cold face, and these hands had made her feel endless warmth.
But now, he beat her like the drunkard...
The only difference is that he was even more unbearable than the drinker, and it was even more painful when he hit her on the face!
It was impossible to look back on everything in the past. Han Yi'er's resentment towards him gradually disappeared, leaving only the endless harm he had done to her...
He stroked the slapped cheek and snorted softly, the smile on his lips gradually disappeared, and he raised his hand high and hit Yun Aotian in the face!
But Yun Aotian caught it steadily. At the same time, the thorn scar on his hand was so painful when it came into contact with his hand.
"I'm telling you, don't try to fight back..." A sinister smile appeared on Yun Aotian's cold expression, and his cheek gradually came closer to Han Yi'er: "This will only cause you more pain!" His eyes flashed.
, the sinister smile disappeared, and he took Han Yi'er's hand and squeezed it hard...