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

Rong Shichu's sullen eyes looked back and forth between the two.

He raised his eyebrows and whistled airily.

"This is your little white face? But why doesn't he dare to show his true face?"

"Oh oh... Needless to say, I get it. Do you have any special hobby that likes a man who looks tall but is actually ugly?"

This wretched expression and exaggerated tone made him look extraordinarily awkward.

I can't tell that this little **** is still a sea king. There are so many fish in the fish pond.

"…"

This evil look made Li Zhiyi's whole body feel low, and the wild aura suddenly overflowed.

Mighty and unstoppable, like a ruthless tornado in the desert, about to destroy everything.

"You're not suitable for playing in a bar, it's better to lie in a hospital bed."

Suddenly striding forward, he stepped forward and clasped Rong Shichu's shoulder with one hand, and grabbed his hand with the other.

"Crack-"

A sound of bone dislocation clearly fell into the ears of Si Xian and the others.

Their bodies trembled subconsciously, and their shoulders were aching.

"Ouch... it hurts... let go..."

The bones were dislocated and swayed lightly, as if none of them belonged to him.

Rong Shichu's face was the same as that of a dead person, and after screaming in agony, physiological tears flowed from his eyes.

"It's okay to hurt." Li Zhiyi said coldly, his brows sullen and suffocating.

Bullying his children, and telling lies and foul language, he deserves to be beaten.

Rong Shichu was in unbearable pain and looked at the girl in front of him angrily.

"Mu Changying, hurry up and let this person let go of me!"

"If I get hurt, my dad will never let you go!"

What does this little **** mean, standing in the same place watching the play with his arms folded?

Shit... don't think he didn't know that remark about Rong Luyuan's order.

It was precisely because the father was said to be destined to have no heirs that he was selected from the side branch to cultivate.

He is the heir of the Rong family. Once he has an accident, the Da Rong family will definitely have no successor in the future and fall into the enemy's hands!

"…"

Now the situation is obviously that Rong Shichu is at a disadvantage, not only not begging for mercy, but also using the tone of this order is really stupid.

"No, no, you can see that your roots are broken. We are educating you. It's too late for A Yuan to thank me, so why are you willing to punish me?"

"And... what did you just call me?"

Mu Changying played with the scarlet nails and looked at this embarrassed cheap son with a half-smile.

Her voice was sweet and greasy, it seemed to be soft, but in fact it was poisoned with honey, killing people without blood.

"…"

Rong Shichu's eyes were slightly red and his throat was dry, and he was inexplicably absolutely sure what this little **** said was right.

"Tap-tap-"

Mu Changying stepped on the small high heel and stepped forward, clasping Li Zhiyi's wrist with her slender and warm hand and moving it away.

Seeing this, Si Xian was dumbfounded.

The voice rose suddenly, "Sister Ying, you won't just let this kid go, right?"

After all, he was a high school student, so he knew a little bit about Rong Shichu's character.

This person is not a good stubble, and this time the tiger will return to the mountain, and there will be endless disasters.

"Sister Ying, how about we maim him and send him to the hospital for a while? Anyway, we can all afford the medical expenses."

Hua Qiqi tugged at Yu Linye's sleeves and offered his strategy with excitement.

A hint of helplessness flashed in the boy's eyes, and his voice was gentle, "Qi Qi, don't make trouble."

There are still a few months before the college entrance examination. If there is a lawsuit against the disabled now, it will be bad to record it on the file.

Besides... He felt that Sister Ying would definitely make her own decisions, and he didn't need them to say more, just obey the arrangement wholeheartedly.