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Chapter 80 Death Struggle
  "Wenjiu, you released this monster, do you still want to kill people!?"

Wen Huairu's slap this time was not false.

But, how could it be possible?

Wenjiu moved her fingers slightly, white mist solidified in front of her, and a crisp slap fell on the spiritual wall, making a muffled sound.

At the same time, a look of pain appeared on Wen Huairu's face.

Others were even more scared. This ancestor could use mystical skills to deal with his relatives, let alone little shrimps like them.

Those who were close to the warm wine dispersed like birds and beasts.

There were only Wen Jiu, Song Qianhua and Wen Huairu in the middle. Wen Xue hurriedly ran over and asked Wen Huairu concernedly, "Dad, is your hand okay?"

Wen Huairu frowned, and the slight tingling in his palms told him of Wen Jiu's resistance.

"It's okay, stay away from her." Wen Huairu pushed Wen Xue behind him and asked her and Song Qianhua to walk back.

Wen Jiu, who was isolated by him, didn't care about this, and even beat the drums and praised: "It's really a good show of a loving father and a filial son, but."

"Well." Wen Jiugong glanced at the panicked people and said with a smile, "Don't be afraid, I just accepted my own reward, and I never hurt innocent people."

"Then it's my turn to fulfill the bet." Wen Jiu smiled at Wen Huairu.

Just that smile.

A bit cooler than before.

"Red Rose, show what you see."

The red rose, which had been waiting in mid-air for a long time, jumped up and said, "Okay!"

It spits out red light, which is reflected on the big screen.

The demonic power quickly solidified, forming a huge square mirror in which everyone could see their own faces.

[What is this? Is it some evil trick? 】

[Why haven’t the people from the special department arrived yet, so why are Wenjiu just allowed to hurt people outside? 】

[Wait a minute... Look, Wen Xue appears in the big red mirror! 】

The red demon power reflects the scene of red roses having nothing to do.

Walking along the empty corridor and passing through the sealed special iron door, two exquisite cabinets stood in the center.

The dresses inside are one black and one white, with similar styles. The black one is like the Milky Way in the night sky, and the white one is like the bright moon in the sky. Each has its own beauty. In front of them, there were two people standing.

Song Qianhua, who was staring closely, looked at Wen Xue, frowned and asked, "Xue, why did you sneak into the room where the gowns are placed with your assistant?"

Sherlock, the world's top fashion designer, is her grandfather's best friend.

He founded a Paris studio and became one of the oldest figures in the fashion industry and a world-class master.

Song Qianhua always wanted the best for her children. In the past twenty years, she had used her grandfather's favor to ask Sherlock to make Wen Xue's birthday dresses.

Therefore, the daughter of the world's celebrities is very optimistic about Wen Xue.

After taking Wenjiu back, Sherlock was unable to complete the customization of two dresses in the first few years due to physical reasons. This year, she personally went to Paris to take care of Sherlock without sleep for three days before getting him to agree to design two dresses.

As soon as the Bingtilian dress was born, she ordered people to take good care of it.

Unexpectedly, there was an accident in the end, and it was all related to her two daughters. 【The truth has come out. Wen Xue must have damaged Wenjiu's dress, so Wenjiu also damaged her dress. Is this how you catch the horse? 】

[Although, Wen Xue's reputation is very good, but no one is perfect. What if she is jealous of wine and beauty? Suddenly I felt like tearing off Wen Xue's dress when Wen Jiu came in. 】

[I’ll answer for the guy upstairs, one word, cool! 】

[Then don’t slander me. Our Xue Mei has worn dresses like this since she was a child. She would not be jealous of a poor and arrogant woman like Wen Jiu! 】

Wen Xue's face was a little tangled, as if she had something unspeakable. When Song Qianhua's eyes were a little disappointed, she hurriedly said: "It's my little assistant Xiaoyu. She wants to see what the dress I customized with my sister looks like. I can't resist her." ···”

She lowered her head and admitted her mistake, "I'm sorry, mom, I can't bear to see her disappointed."

Soon the place where the warm wine hung was wet, and Song Qianhua was a little angry. When she saw her twitching shoulders, her heart twitched, and she took a step forward, but Wen Huairu held her back and shook her head.

"Keep watching."

On the screen supported by red roses, Wen Xue has left.

The short assistant held the scissors in his hand tremblingly, looked up at the black dress several times, advanced and retreated, hesitated for several steps, then took out the key, opened the cupboard, and cut a slit at the waist of the dress.

After finishing, he hurriedly ran out.

[Since she is determined to ruin her clothes, why is she still so scared? 】

[Maybe it’s because I’m timid. I’m also timid. Even if I play with my phone behind my mother’s back and hear the sound, my hands will tremble with fear. 】

[You’re not still a primary school student upstairs, are you? You’re so cute! 】

【I always feel weird. 】

Wen Xue cried for a while and found that there was silence. Song Qianhua had not come forward yet.

She wiped away her tears, raised her head, and pretended to be strong on her tear-stained face: "I didn't expect that Xiaoyu, who has been with me for more than ten years, would actually do this. Sister, I apologize to you on her behalf."

He almost yawned when he saw it. Wen Jiu waved his hand when he heard Wen Xue's words.

Song Qianhua looked at Wen Jiu in astonishment, surprised that she was so generous, and the next second a look of relief appeared in the corner of her eyes.

"The way of apologizing is wrong, and the person apologizing is wrong. I didn't want that dress in the first place, so if you break it, you'll break it. But if you force this little girl to do this immoral thing, you have to do it in front of everyone. Can you apologize to the little girl in front of me?"

[I said it was weird, the warm wine was exactly what I guessed. 】

[Probably not, what is Wen Xue doing on the big day? 】

[A woman’s thoughts are the hardest to guess. Today my girlfriend’s aunt asked me to go to the kitchen and boil brown sugar water twelve times before drinking it into my stomach for the last time. Her face, which had been neither sad nor happy all day, turned into a dog’s face when she saw me tossing it. It looked like he burst out laughing. 】

[Girls have to be in pain like this! Your girlfriend is so happy too! 】

[I think brown sugar water is not as effective as your pain relief. 】

[I have digressed from the topic. The boss on the first floor, continue to talk about why Wen Xue is forcing people? 】

Wen Xue's heart skipped a beat, and the villain in her heart almost bit her hand off.

How could she know so clearly!

Could it be because of her mystical skills?
  She couldn't admit it, and she definitely couldn't reveal any flaws. Yes, yes, Liu Yu would not confess her, and let her personally admit that she did it. Even Wenjiu couldn't do anything to her!
  Wen Xue frowned and said softly: "Sister, I just mean well and don't want to see my friend sad. Why do you want to frame me for instigating Xiaoyu to do this? Although I am her boss, I really don't know about this matter. If you don't believe it, you can tell me Xiaoyu called her to tell her in front of everyone."

　Can today’s wine beauty have a recommendation ticket? ()
  　　
  

(End of this chapter)