Mr. Zhou’s Little Cutie

"what!"

Meng Ting screamed, blood splashed from her legs.

She fell down, but Meng Yutang grabbed her wrist, and her body hung down as if she was half kneeling in front of her.

"Now, you're crippled too."

After saying that, she raised her hand and threw him out.

The servants in the circle were so frightened that their eyes were filled with tears. They looked at the girl standing in the middle of the living room in disbelief. She was also splattered with blood, and she stood there alone.

They couldn't connect her with the submissive little girl who used to be at Shi's family.

Shen Yi walked in from the outside.

"Third Master, I found it."

But both of them were seriously injured, and Shen Yi didn't dare to let people in, so he asked outsiders to take them out for treatment.

Meng Yutang didn't look back, and said in a cold voice, "Are you injured?"

Shen Yi walked to Mu Feng's side, and turned to look at Mu Feng when he heard the words.

Mu Feng said with a cold face, "Tell the truth."

Shen nodded: "I'm hurt."

Meng Yutang said in a deep voice: "Is there any injury, let's talk slowly one by one..."

Her tone was drawn out, Meng Ting covered her bleeding leg and her face was pale and trembling, she seemed to understand Meng Yutang's intention.

"Meng Yutang! What are you doing! You are committing a crime! Don't come here! Don't touch me!"

Shen Yi recalled it for a while and said slowly: "That old woman blushed as if she had been slapped..."

After he finished speaking, the next moment Meng Yutang threw away the gun in his hand, bent over to look at Meng Ting, and the next moment he raised his hand, he slapped her across the face.

Sharp applause accompanied by Meng Ting's screams resounded throughout the hall.

I don't know how long the beating took, but Meng Ting's face was almost swollen, red and bruised.

"How red! So red!"

Meng Yutang spoke coldly, and with a final slap, Meng Ting's face was turned to one side.

Shen Yi really looked over there: "Well, it's almost this red."

"anything else!"

Shen Yi lowered his eyes: "There are still knife wounds..."

The next moment Meng Yutang raised his hand and pulled out a knife from the scabbard.

Meng Ting looked back at her abruptly, eyes full of fear.

"No! No! No! Don't come here!"

Her face was swollen and her voice was muffled.

Meng Yutang suddenly laughed when he saw her, and knelt down in front of her and looked at her.

"Don't be afraid, I won't let you die. It will be boring after you die. There are still many surprises waiting for you. Mom, please enjoy it slowly~"

"Meng Yutang!"

Her mournful cry pierced her eardrums.

"what!"

The next moment, the knife in Meng Yutang's hand slashed towards her arm.

"Where is it? Did you draw a mark on Aunt Six's arm?"

Meng Ting collapsed on the ground in pain, shaking her head with a pale face and screaming: "No! No! No! No!"

She shook her hand to stop it.

Hearing this, Meng Yutang looked at her suffering with wide eyes and suddenly smiled: "No, isn't that here~"

After saying that, the knife slowly cut a hole in Meng Ting's skin on the other side, and blood continued to ooze out.

A muffled cry came from the house.

Some of the younger ones were scared to tears.

Meng Ting straightened up in pain, and suddenly grabbed Meng Yutang's wrist: "No! No! Don't touch me! Don't touch me, you little bitch! You deserve it! You deserve it! You deserve it! You deserve it! Don't even think about it for the rest of your life! You are destined to be cast aside by everyone! Be pointed at by others!"

Meng Yutang threw away the knife in his hand, drew out a small knife again and quickly cut a line between her neck...