Mrs. Murong(⊙o⊙)
Season cotton (⊙o⊙)
Claude(⊙o⊙)
Everyone was stunned. This... style of painting felt a little wrong! What about the apology you promised
Ji Mianmian was the first to react. She already knew Murong Mian better than others. After hearing what he said, she was briefly surprised and then felt that it was normal. This was his style. If it wasn't like this, it wouldn't be like him.
However, Ji Mianmian looked at the handkerchief in her hand, and then at Claude who was stunned. Isn't this... not good
Ji Mianmian was worried that this would bring more trouble to Murong Mian.
Murong Mian patted the back of her hand gently and said gently: "Go ahead, he's just a piece of trash, you don't need to treat him as a human being."
Anyway, he has never regarded Claude as a human being.
Most of the garbage in the trash can has recycling value, but for such people, their lives are just a waste of air without any value.
Madam Murong also felt that it was not good and looked at Murong Mian worriedly.
Ji Mianmian whispered: "Will there be any trouble?"
Murong Mian pinched her face: "Trouble? What do you think is the difference between breaking one hand and breaking two hands?"
Ji Mianmian thought for a while and shook her head. There was indeed no difference.
If you cut off one of his hands, he will sue his mother later. The same goes for cutting off both of his hands. They are going to come over to make trouble anyway, so... just give him one more piece.
Ji Mianmian nodded: "What you said makes sense."
Murong Mian patted her head gently: "Go, don't be afraid, I will support you."
Claude's legs were so frightened that he would have fallen down if there weren't people on both sides holding him up. He quickly asked Madam Murong for help: "Aunt, aunt... you can't just sit back and ignore it, aunt..."
Madam Murong's face was full of embarrassment: "Claude, you used to think that I was just your uncle's second marriage. I don't have a say in this family, so I can't say anything. The owner here is Randy. If he wants to do this, what do I have to say?" Method?"
"You are working together, you are working together..."
Before he finished speaking, Ji Mianmian grabbed his left hand, which was still intact, and said, "To be honest, I really don't want to touch trash like you. Even just looking at it makes me feel dirty..."
After saying that, Ji Mianmian twisted it hard and there was a crisp sound.
Following a heart-rending scream from Claude, he rolled his eyes and passed out. When he passed out, his feet were still wet, and a smell of urine spread out.
Murong Mian quickly pulled Ji Mianmian back and wiped her hands twice with a handkerchief.
Madam Murong looked at Ji Mianmian in shock. She was really frightened when she saw Ji Mianmian break both wrists of a grown man with her bare hands twice in a short period of time.
Who is Murong Mian looking for? Isn't he a makeup artist? Why does it look like he has pretty good kung fu
She swallowed her saliva, took a step back unconsciously, glanced at Claude who had passed out, and felt joyful again in her heart.
I haven't felt this good in a long time. This scumbag deserves it.
If it hadn't been for the years of being a noble lady, Mrs. Murong would have wanted to spit. She covered her nose in disgust and asked, "This matter has gotten serious. What should we do now?"
Murong Mian sneered: "What's this? I want something much bigger than this. Someone...send him back."
Now that he has started to make trouble, he will make the matter beyond control.
Otherwise, Bai will come back.