Chen Lianru was grabbed by an iron palm and could no longer swing her fist. She was shocked and annoyed. What was going on?

He forced himself to keep trying not to show his timidity, "Yes, be aware of your circumstances, don't force me to do it."

A faint ridicule appeared on Linlang's face, "I didn't expect that the eldest young master of the dignified Marquis's mansion is so savage and unreasonable."

Chen Lian was angry and cursed, "Little bitch, look for a beating."

He couldn't move one hand, so he slapped it with the other hand. Before he could reach his hand, Linlang kicked over. Before he could react, his mouth was stuffed into a piece of rag, and the raindrop-like fist was swung down. The fist that seemed light was heavy as a thousand gold, and it hurt like a hit.

The subordinates were worried at the door, and none of them dared to break in. The person who cannot be offended in the family was not the eldest princess, not Chen Ping, not the old lady, but Chen Lian, the future Marquis of Zhennan.

This is everyone's treasure. I am afraid of falling when I hold it in my palm, and I am afraid of melting when I hold it in my mouth.

There was a loud noise inside, and the sound was very loud. The people were frightened, anxious and afraid, and kept persuading.

"Young Master, don't be too serious. If the Marquis finds out, you will get angry."

"Master, don't beat me anymore. The eldest lady just came back and the marquis was just like him. It would be bad if the father and son had a bad relationship for a little girl."

"Master, what's wrong?"

After a stick of incense, the sound inside finally calmed down, the door opened, and a group of people rushed in quickly.

I saw Linlang's head scattered, sitting on the ground, looking like he was suffering from torture.

Chen Lian lay on the ground and screamed loudly. "Ah, it hurts so much."

Everyone looked at it a few times. The eldest young master was not injured, his clothes were neat and he screamed so miserably. What does it mean? Want to take action first?

Chen Lian was beaten so much that his whole body was in unbearable pain, and he was angry and angry.

"Doctor Xuan, I want my father to see with my own eyes what his precious daughter is."

He struggled to get up, but his whole body hurt so much that his body was shaking and shaking.

The servants quickly supported him and were surprised.

"Master, what are you talking about? What happened?"

He secretly laughed in his heart that the eldest young master is quite good at pretending, pretending to be real.

When Chen Ping and the eldest princess rushed over, Chen Lian had been carried back to his yard.

As soon as he saw his parents, he immediately complained with red eyes.

"Father, she beat me, but she dared to hit me, and she even beat me to death. Father, you have to make the decision for me."

Chen Ping was shocked. Looking at his son with red lips and white teeth and no scars, he looked at Linlang, who was scattered and frowned.

"She hits you? How is that possible?"

He knew that his son's spoiled nature could not bear the slightest grievance, and that they were all spoiled.

It’s not harmful to ordinary people, but it’s not advisable to frame the elder sister.

Chen Lian burst into tears with grievance, "Don't be deceived by her hypocritical appearance. She is a barbarian who does not recognize her relatives, so she will not be ruthless in beating me."

The eldest princess immediately believed it and felt distressed with her son in her arms, "Husband, have you seen it? That dead girl hated our whole family to death, and she wished she could kill two children. Do you still want to tolerate the traitor?"
Chapter completed!