Claude fell to the ground holding his wrists, dying of pain, screaming and swearing: "Oh... shit..."
Ji Mianmian said calmly: "If you want the other one to be broken, just keep scolding."
"..." Claude's voice stopped suddenly, he was sweating profusely in pain, his face turned red and he didn't dare to make any more noise.
Ji Mianmian's strength just now made it impossible for him to struggle. He had been drinking and smoking marijuana all year round. Although his body was young, it was almost empty, and he couldn't stop Ji Mianmian's strength at all.
Madam Murong watched coldly when she saw Claude's wrist being broken by Ji Mianmian. Although she didn't show anything on her face, a gloating sneer flashed across her eyes. She had long been extremely disgusted with her husband's nephew. It's a pity that she is an elder on weekdays, so her husband doesn't say anything. She is an aunt, so naturally she can't say anything else.
In her eyes, Claude is a piece of dirt, a low-class gangster, and a scumbag.
Now that she saw that he was finally taken care of, Madam Murong felt relieved.
She took a deep breath and walked over: "What on earth is going on?"
When Claude saw Mrs. Murong coming over, he screamed: "My wrist, my wrist... help me..."
Madam Murong concealed her disdain and said, "Someone, take him to the hospital."
Two people came to help Claude away, and he shouted: "You bitch, just wait for me, I won't let you go..."
Murong Mian, who was originally planning to let him go, suddenly stopped him: "Wait a minute."
He doesn't allow anyone to bully his wife in front of him.
Murong Mian smiled, that smile was gentle and harmless, and he said: "My cousin's hand was broken, so we have to figure it out, right? Otherwise, I will always feel sorry in my heart."
Claude thought that Murong Mian was afraid, so he asked his mother to come to him to settle the score. He suddenly felt proud and felt that his wrist didn't hurt so much: "Okay, since you said so, you must give me an explanation, otherwise , I will never settle this matter so easily."
Claude had already thought clearly in his mind that as long as Murong Mian apologized to him and asked him not to make this matter a big deal.
Then he opened his mouth and asked Ji Mianmian to come over. When the time came, he had to torture her.
Murong Mian smiled slightly: "My cousin is right, this matter must not be settled easily."
Madam Murong looked on in confusion, what on earth was he going to do? Is he going to make peace with Claude, a scumbag? Didn't he mean that the person he loved most was Ji Mianmian, and he was willing to give everything for her.
So what is his attitude now
Ji Mianmian shook her head secretly, thinking that she should light three candles for Claude.
Stupid humans really thought that Murong Mian was asking for peace with him, haha... Just wait and see.
Murong Mian said, "Come here, can anyone tell me what happened just now?"
The maid who walked up quickly next to her was the one who had just introduced Ji Mianmian to Claude as a guest. She said, "Master, I..."
"Tell me." Murong Mian pointed at the maid who had been beaten by Claude.
The maid's face was swollen, the corners of her lips were cracked, there were some blood stains, and her hair was messy and messy. She quickly limped over and trotted over, "Master, it's like this..."