The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground

Mu Changying lay sideways on the sofa, black and softly draped, and her beautiful little face was so tender that she could squeeze out water.

She raised her chin, a hint of interest flashed in her eyes, "Hey, I'm afraid you will never have that chance in your life~"

The girl's expression is innocent and innocent, and her voice is soft and sweet, like a little fairy who has strayed into the mundane world.

She looked at the shards of glass on the floor, her expression gloomy and unpredictable.

Mu Changying's voice suddenly became cold, "Also, is this how you treat your elders?"

Look, it's another old acquaintance who has a **** feud with her.

This person is Gu Qingyun's fanatical fan, the current boyfriend, licking the dog until his girlfriend ran away in the end.

In the previous life, this lunatic teamed up with several other thieves to plot against her and Rong Luyuan for Gu Qingyun.

Its purpose is to get a huge family business and become the real ruler of the Rong family.

However, he was a son who had adopted the name of Rong Luyuan by a side branch. He had no blood relationship at all, so he dared to spy on things that did not belong to him.

"Funny, what kind of elder are you?"

"Don't think that if you climb on my dad's bed, you can fly up the branches and become a phoenix. You know, pheasants are always just pheasants."

"In addition, I advise you to be a little self-aware, otherwise you won't know how the boat capsized in the gutter one day."

Rong Shichu sneered and sat on the opposite sofa with Erlang's legs crossed.

That arrogant appearance that I am your second uncle makes people feel very uncomfortable.

Hearing these humble words, Mu Changying's pupils, which were as bright as crystal grapes, flashed with darkness.

Chi... I really want to screw his head off to kick the ball.

Seeing her silence, Rong Shichu became more and more arrogant, and glanced at her with contempt.

"I've seen a lot of scheming girls like you, and all of them came for my dad's money."

"Tell me, how much money do you want to leave?"

Mu Changying got up from the sofa and walked slowly in front of him with small steps.

She flipped her hair and evoked a disdainful smile, "Son, do you think your mother and I are beggars?"

What crap, she looks like she's out of money?

"You are courting death!" Rong Shichu's Adam's apple wriggled, exuding a gloomy aura all over his body.

With his eyes half closed, he stood up with a snort, raised his hand and swiped down on Mu Changying's delicate little face.

She stood there, not dodging or dodging, without a trace of fear.

"Your mother, I'm still young, so I won't go to have tea with the King of Hell so soon."

The eyes met, and when the swords were drawn, a deep scolding suddenly sounded, "Nizi, you are presumptuous!"

As soon as the words fell, Mu Changying grabbed Rong Shichu's wrist at the same time.

She tightened her hand and squeezed it hard, and his face paled a bit.

"Do you want to teach me a lesson for this little three-legged cat?"

After saying that, she shook off his hand with disgust and wiped her fingers with a tissue, as if she was afraid of getting dirty.

"A Yuan, he bullied me." Mu Changying pouted and cast his eyes on the man who was striding forward.

Rong Liyuan's hair was wet, and water drops fell down his forehead. Tiny, it ran across the cheek, passed the jaw, and sank into the neck...

He took her into his arms and protected her tightly, "Yingbao, don't be afraid."

"As long as I'm here, no one wants to bully you."

Rong Luyuan's pupils were dyed scarlet, and his sharp eyes swept towards Rong Shichu.

His forehead throbbed, and the anger in his heart kept rising.

"Nizi, don't hurry up and apologize to your mother for serving tea!"