How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight

   Chapter 283 There is no way to get rid of this situation, so I raised my eyebrows, but my heart (41)

   He Runcheng's excited heart was instantly frozen again. He didn't know why his heart was beating nonstop.

   Obviously it was a cold winter, but he was so nervous that his palms were sweating.

   He wanted to explain, but when he saw those indifferent eyes, he couldn't say anything, and his throat was dry and painful.

   Liang Yujin, who was kneeling beside her, suddenly raised her head. She has always been a shy and timid girl, but her eyes are now full of firmness and light.

   "Runcheng and I really like each other, father, mother, please do your best."

   Her words made the already calm atmosphere even more tense.

   San Yiniang almost fainted when she heard what she said, "Yu Jin, you are really confused, you must be this kid who tempted you, right?"

   Even He Runcheng turned his head in shock and stared at Liang Yujin. His eyes were reddish and he looked at the girl in disbelief.

  Liang Yujin lowered her head and didn't dare to look at him. This sentence took her the greatest courage over the years, and she really fell in love with this simple and handsome young man after getting along for so long.

   "Is what she said true?"

   The cool and cool voice made He Runcheng's nose sour. He suddenly raised his head to look at Wen Xien, his clear eyes were full of bewilderment.

   "Fake... Fake, young master, she lied..."

  Wen Xien: "..."

   How is this different from what is written in the plot?

   These two people should not be a hard-working mandarin duck, and then she is the one who beat the mandarin duck!

Wen Xien organized the language and wanted to wake up He Runcheng, "Is it necessary for her to tell this lie? You know that I hate people who lie to me the most. I thought you were more peaceful, but I was blind and raised a White-eyed wolf."

   This sentence has already made it clear that no matter how He Runcheng explains it, he has already locked the pair of hard-working mandarin ducks.

no! Not what the young master said!

  He Runcheng shook his head and swallowed sour, his hands and feet were piercingly cold, his world was full of bats like never before, so people didn't know what to do.

   He has always been very quiet, the only thing that has gone wrong is the spring dream that haunted him day and night for a few days. How could he lie to the young master? How dare he express such disrespectful thoughts?

   He Runcheng knelt on the ground and moved his knees to Wen Xien's feet. With trembling hands, he grabbed Wen Xien's trousers.

  's trembling voice was already filled with crying, "Master, I just want to serve you wholeheartedly, I never dare to be distracted, Master, do you believe me?"

   San Yiniang, who was standing next to her, was not happy when she heard this, so he said that he felt that this kid was not worthy of Liang Yujin, but listening to his tone, it seemed that he didn't care about Liang Yujin, making it seem like Liang Yujin was upside down.

San Yiniang picked up the teacup next to her and smashed it on He Runcheng's head, her eyes were full of bitterness and disgust, "You son of a bitch, one of our Yujin dignified young ladies, you have ruined your reputation, not to mention that you are still here. Pretend to be pitiful here, and the pitiful one is also my Yujin! How can she be attracted to good people in the future!"

   As she spoke, her tears came again, and she wiped the tears from her eyes with the silk handkerchief.

  When the teacup came flying, He Runcheng didn't hide, he just knelt up straight, looked up at Wen Xien, the teacup hit his forehead, and the torn pieces fell on his clothes.

  Bright red bloodshots slid down the corner of his forehead, and tea was still stained on his clothes, He Runcheng grabbed the cloth in his hand.

   Wen Xien slowly hooked his lips, his beautiful and sharp eyes looked calmly, and looked down at the boy under his feet condescendingly.

   But in the next second, Wen Xien raised his foot and kicked the boy who was holding her trousers.

   She took a lot of strength and just kicked him lightly, which could kick him away without hurting him.

   "This is the end of the matter, you should leave the Liang family."

   Wen Xien withdrew his gaze, really unwilling to see the pitiful appearance of blood on his face.

   But in He Runcheng's eyes, he thought that Wen Xien was so disgusted that he didn't want to see him.

   But what made him panic even more, the young master didn't want him anymore.

   Don't want him, where can he go?

   When Liang Yujin heard that He Runcheng was going to be kicked out, she wanted to fight for it, but when San Yiniang glared at her, all her courage was extinguished like a punctured balloon.

   San Yiniang didn't want to let things go so easily, and only drove He Runcheng out? And what about her daughter's reputation? If it were spread out, who would dare to marry Liang Yujin!

   "Oh, Sheehan, I know this person is yours, you should be partial, but now it's your sister who is being insulted. Have you ever thought about your sister?"

  Liang Yujin couldn't help but shout, "Mother..."

   "Shut up!" San Yiniang glared at the pale Liang Yujin, and when she turned to look at Wen Xien, she became gentle and dignified again, "Xian, why don't you leave this servant to me?"

   Give it to this woman, He Runcheng will definitely be pulled out.

   Wen Xien looked at San Yiniang coldly for a few seconds, making San Yiniang look horrified.

  Liang Zhongshan didn't want to make a big deal about this trivial matter, so he said to Wen Xien, "You can decide. There are still things for me to deal with, so I will go first."

   Wen Xien watched Liang Zhongshan leave, then looked at San Yiniang expressionlessly.

   "Take her back, if she's hanging out with some servant, then she can follow her too."

   This sentence was very rude, and it didn't give San Yiniang and Liang Yujin any face at all. Their faces were red and white when they were said.

   It was San Yiniang who swallowed her anger and dragged the unwilling Liang Yujin away.

  The ancestral hall was only left with the two masters and servants.

  He Runcheng's originally clear and clean eyes widened slightly, and there were tears in his eyes, but he was holding them back, because he knew that the young master hated him crying.

   He didn't care about the smashed forehead or the thorn face that had been stained with blood on half of his face, he wanted to get close, but he didn't dare to get close, so he could only look up at Wen Xien, who had a noble temperament.

   The spotless leather shoes, the straight seam of the suit trousers, the white shirt buttoned to the top meticulously, and the perfect, indifferent and charming face.

  He Runcheng's eyes trembled slightly, the young pink lips pressed into a stubborn and fragile arc, and the small Adam's apple subconsciously encouraged him to swallow because he was nervous.

   "Master..."

   When he organized, he only said two words, and was ruthlessly interrupted by Wen Xien.

   "Leave Liang's house."

  He Runcheng's pupils shrank slightly, and tears fell from the corners of his eyes without warning. He knelt on the cold porcelain plate, and in front of him was the man's indifferent profile.

   (end of this chapter)