C122 I can't do anything to her

Sikong Ting patted Lu Baobei's head in satisfaction, and carried Lu Baobei and walked into the zither room.

When he reached the piano, he placed her on his lap and opened the lid with his long fingers.

"Here, show me what you've learned in the past two days."

Sikong Ting's eyes were somewhat urgent, he took the initiative to place Lu Baobei's hand on the zither key, his arm tightly wrapped around Lu Baobei's waist, his perfect chin pressing down on Lu Baobei's shoulder.

Lu Baobei looked at the black-and-white keyboard. The exposed skin on her wrist had the marks Sikong Ting had left behind last night.

Lu Baobei sneered, and her fingers started to beat.

A piano that was not considered smooth rang in the zither room. Lu Baobei lowered her head slightly, and tapped on the zither with her slender fingers.

Sikong Ting pursed his lips in satisfaction, the smile on his usually cold face became even more obvious.

He had been looking forward to this day when he was with her four years ago.

After a short melody, the piano suddenly stopped playing.

Sikong Ting opened his eyes that were slightly closed, "What's wrong?"

Lu Baobei retracted her hand that was on the piano, "I won't."

Silence.

After who knows how long, Sikong Ting's voice finally came out from the zither room, cold as ice.

"What do you mean you can't?"

After four days, she had only learned a few sentences?

"I just won't."

Lu Baobei's expression did not change as she gently looked at Sikong Ting.

"Why?"

A storm gradually gathered inside Sikong Ting's cold Eagle-liked Eye.

"Why not? I just didn't learn it."

Lu Baobei said indifferently.

"Lu Baobei!" Sikong Ting roared patiently.

"What?"

"Why?"

Even though he was so angry that he wanted to kill someone, Sikong Ting tried his best to restrain himself. It wasn't until recently that his relationship with his had improved a little, and he didn't want to make it worse.

"Because I don't want to learn."

Lu Baobei said very straightforwardly. She knew that Sikong Ting was already on the verge of erupting with rage, but she wasn't afraid in the slightest.

"Why would I want to learn piano because of you? Do I have to do whatever you want me to do? Did you ever ask me if I liked learning? Let me tell you right now, Sikong Ting, I will never, ever play the zither just because of you! "

Lu Baobei said word by word.

to please him, to pray for his kindness... She would never want this kind of life without dignity!

If anyone wanted to please, then go and please them. In any case, she, Lu Baobei, definitely would not!

Sikong Ting's pupils shrank suddenly as he maliciously stared at Lu Baobei. His thin lips pursed as he clenched his fist into a fist and the veins on the back of his hand bulged.

No wonder she only knew these two lines. She hadn't learned them in the past few days!

He didn't want to learn it from the beginning!

I don't want to do anything that will make him happy!

Looking at Sikong Ting's frightening gloominess, Lu Baobei's eyes flashed a little weirdly, as if she was pleased with herself for taking revenge, until Sikong Ting raised her furious fist!

Ah!

Lu Baobei reflexively dodged to the side.

Boom! *

The room was filled with a jumble of music that made one want to cover their ears.

Sikong Ting's fist fiercely smashed onto the piano!

Didn't he want to hit her?

Lu Baobei was startled, and slowly lowered her hand.

"You don't want to learn it?" Sikong Ting's handsome face tensed up, the Eagle-liked Eye stared at Lu Baobei maliciously, one hand clamping on Lu Baobei's lower jaw, the other squeezing hard: "I want to let you learn!"

"From now on, you will stay here forever! Don't take a step out of this room! No eating, no drinking! Until you learn it! "

Throwing Lu Baobei to the ground, Sikong Ting stood up and left mercilessly.

The door slammed shut!

Behind her, Lu Baobei who had fallen to the ground, raised her hand and quietly looked at her palm that had been scraped by the carpet.

In the hallway of the third floor, a large number of servants gathered in front of Sikong Ting's bedroom door. They looked at the tightly shut door and didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

Boom! *

Another loud sound came from the room!

The servants outside the door trembled.

In the bedroom, everything that could be smashed had already been smashed into smithereens. The room was like a storm that passed through, not a single thing was intact!

Sikong Ting's Eagle-liked Eye was scarlet red, his breathing was light, and his clothes were messy.

The face that Lu Baobei had provoked appeared in her mind once again. Sikong Ting smashed her fist onto the tea table!

Why couldn't she be more obedient! I have to go against him!

Yet, he couldn't do anything to her!

The back of his hand was cut by the glass of the tea table, blood flowed down the back of his hand, but Sikong Ting acted as if he did not feel anything, and did not even look at him.

His black eyes casually scanned the room, but he suddenly saw a white object underneath the pillow on the bed.

Mobile phone?

Who gave it to her!

Taking a big step forward and taking the phone, Sikong Ting opened it with a frown. The moment he opened it, it was a page filled with translation software.

There were a few more messages in front of him, which Sikong Ting paused for a moment before he casually opened one of them.

The cold mechanical Chinese translation came out from the phone: "Miss Lu, are you not willing to leave? "But this is the first time I've been through this, and I will be embarrassed. Please forgive me."

Sikong Ting frowned, he looked at his phone and paused for a moment, then unhesitatingly opened it up again: "Miss Lu, Master Ting said to invite you out."

"Because I want to tell you, Master Ting only likes girls who can play the zither. If you want to stay by Master Ting's side a little longer, you must learn to play the zither …"

In the end, the only sound in the room was that of the mechanical sound that constantly played back.

The blood on Sikong Ting's hand had already dyed his phone red, dripping onto the carpet, his hand holding onto his phone hard, causing his blood to flow even faster!

Boom! *

He smashed his phone against the wall, causing Sikong Ting's handsome face to darken.

So it was like this!

No wonder Lu Baobei wasn't willing to learn, with her personality, how could she possibly curry favor with him!

She was as stubborn as a cow!

Sikong Ting walked towards the door and pulled it open. The servant outside was shocked and looked at him in fear.

"Get Bowers over here!"

Sikong Ting roared.

He had to find out who owned that phone and who came to his room!

20 minutes later, in the lobby of the first floor.

Sikong Ting sat on the sofa sinisterly, the wounds on his hands were roughly wrapped with a few layers of gauze, his long legs were crossed over each other, and his killing intent filled the air.

Ashley knelt beside the sofa and sobbed softly, her head lowered. Her right ankle was in a cast.

Bowers and the servants stood at the side, not daring to take a deep breath.

The audio from the phone's memory card kept repeating, causing Bowers's face to turn more and more pale.