"Miss Wen, I asked the kitchen to make some bird's nest for you. I see that you don't look good." Mother Chen said with concern.
"Thank you, Mom Chen, I'm sleepy and want to sleep."
"Do you need me to inform the second young master?"
"No."
Wen Tong returned to her room, took the Hug Bear on the bed and hugged it in her arms.
She looked at the ceiling, feeling annoyed at her own passion.
Chen's mother said that her complexion was not good, and she was indeed feeling very uncomfortable. The pain in her body and heart were getting worse.
She was in so much pain in the hospital last night that she only slept for two hours, so Wen Tong felt sleepy as soon as she hit the pillow, and she slept in a daze until the sun turned west.
There was the sound of crashing and breaking things downstairs.
She woke up suddenly, got up from the bed, put on her slippers and rushed out.
Through the railing on the second floor, she saw Bei Chenxiao standing in the living room, wearing a white slim-fitting shirt, which made his already slender figure stand taller and taller.
In front of him was a broken celadon vase, the one that had just been delivered this morning.
While instructing the servants to clean, Mother Chen asked him if he was hurt.
"I don't want to see anything from the royal family here in the future, not even a single hair of my head." He didn't know where the anger came from, and he pointed the finger at the royal family, speaking in an arrogant and domineering tone.
"I understand, Second Young Master."
It turns out that this vase was sent by the royal family. I wonder which one of them offended him and made him so angry.
Just as Wen Tong was about to turn around and sneak away, he suddenly raised his head and looked at her, as if telepathically telepathic, with complex emotions flashing through his eyes, but they soon fell into a deep darkness.
Knowing that she had stepped on a thunderbolt, Wen Tong almost ran back to the room, and then locked the door as quickly as possible.
Soon, his footsteps gradually became closer and closer. Wen Tong pressed against the door, feeling like there were countless small drums beating in her heart.
He seems to be very angry now, so the wisest choice is to avoid this anger and talk about it tomorrow if there is anything else.
"Open the door." He didn't even bother to knock on the door, and just ordered coldly.
"Beichen Xiao, I'm very tired and want to sleep." Wen Tong discussed with him in a soft tone, "Can we talk about it tomorrow?"
"Wen Tong, open the door, don't let me say it a third time."
"I won't drive it even if you tell me a third time..."
Before he finished speaking, there was only a bang. He kicked the door lock. The door lock shook twice and was about to fall off.
Wen Tong was shocked. This door lock must be very fake, or he was too strong.
Before she could react, he kicked her again. This time, the half-broken door lock failed to escape the bad luck and fell to Wen Tong's feet with a pile of broken wood.
Wen Tong instinctively stepped back and kicked open the door. His whole body was wrapped in huge anger, as if he was an evil ghost escaping from hell, carrying the power to burn the sky and destroy the world.
Every step he takes seems to be shaking the earth, and every look he takes seems to be a poisonous cold arrow.
"north..."
Wen Tong was dragged and thrown onto the bed by him, and the back of her head hit the solid wood at the head of the bed. The pain made her tremble, and she was knocked back even if she wanted to speak.
He pressed on her and roughly tore off her clothes.