Crippled Master's Young Wife

The sudden anger made Xia Ling step back and fell to the ground without noticing.

A trace of pain came from her feet, and the grievances in Xia Ling's heart gushed out in an instant.

"Fu Ershao, you're not mine. You can't control who I was with last night."

Do you want him to take care of her affairs?

If Jiang Lingyun hadn't arrived in time last night, she didn't know whether she could get out of danger safely.

What right does he have to scold her and slander her?

Xia Ling stood up with an angry face and endured the pain all over him, ready to cross him and go upstairs.

Seeing Xia Ling's righteous appearance, Fu Yunting's anger ran out.

He grabbed her slender wrist, and the earth seemed to crush her.

"Don't you care? Xia Ling, I think you deserve a beating!"

Why didn't you return it all night?

With such a righteous appearance, did she decide to hang out with Jiang Lingyun?

"Let go, it hurts."

Xia Ling only felt that the bones of her hand were about to be pinched off, and physiological tears came out of her wronged eyes.

Zhang's mother, who hurried out of the kitchen, hurried forward to dissuade, "young master, please let go. Young lady is a girl. Have something to say."

"Speak well, will she listen?"

Fu Yunting's chest fluctuated constantly. Looking at the tears in the woman's eyes, he felt a little unbearable.

But the thought that she might be hanging out with Jiang Lingyun all night suddenly disappeared.

He tightened Xia Ling's wrist and dragged her upstairs. He just wanted to take her to the room and question her.

"Let go, you let go, Fu Ershao, what do you want?"

Xia Ling was in pain all over. One hand dragged the handrail of the stairs to prevent him from pulling her up.

"What? Of course I beat you up."

Fu Yunting turned back and stared at her fiercely, like the angry king of the forest.

"You..." Xia Ling was angry and anxious, and her tears fell down.

Fu Yunting frowned fiercely. Looking at someone's pear blossom with rain, he wanted to be angry but suddenly couldn't.

"Do you still cry? Do something wrong, do you still have the face to cry?"

The sound line is still cold, but with an imperceptible soft heart.

"What did I do wrong? You don't know anything. What qualifications do you have to teach me?"

Xia Lingwei was very wronged. Her experience last night was still vivid. She had not come out of fear. She had to be scolded as soon as she came back.

What a grievance!

"Young master, please let go. Grandma is hurt."

With sharp eyes, Zhang Ma found the plaster on Xia Ling's ankle and hurried to speak.

Get hurt?

Fu Yunting's black eyes narrowed and swept away along mother Zhang's eyes. Suddenly, his deep eyes were slightly frozen.

"How did you get hurt? Did you do too many postures with Jiang Lingyun?"

Hearing the speech, charlington blushed with anger.

"Fu Ershao, please keep your mouth clean. Brother Ling and I are innocent. Why do you slander us?"

"Oh, brother Ling, call so affectionate?"

Fu Yunting wanted to stab a few more words, but his eyes touched the woman's stubborn little face. When he saw the injury on her feet, he couldn't help but hold back his pressure. "If it wasn't made with Jiang Lingyun, you should tell me where the injury came from?"

The point is, where the hell did she go last night?

Don't be what he thinks.

Otherwise, he doesn't know what he will do.

"I twisted the wound when I fell down the hillside."

Xia Lingqi glared at Fu Er Shao and briefly told him what happened last night.