Liang Yin looked at Lin Xiaomi in disbelief, and complained to Leng Yihuang in front of her before she arrived first.
Looking at Leng Yihuang's cold eyes, Liang Yin's body trembled uncontrollably!
"Miss Lin misunderstood, I didn't mean that."
"What did you call me? I didn't hear clearly." Lin Xiaomi asked lightly.
Liang Yin gritted his teeth: "Young Madam."
Lin Xiaomi gave her a blank look. Compared to Wang Rui, she hated Liang Yin even more, and she couldn't explain why.
Although I haven't had much contact with it, I just feel that this person's tricks are not right, and I feel uncomfortable when I look at it.
Leng Yihuang raised his hand and rubbed Lin Xiaomi's long hair. When talking to her, his voice was unconsciously tainted with pampering tenderness: "Grandma is getting old and in poor health. From now on, the Presidential Palace entertains guests. This kind of thing, as the hostess, you have to take the initiative to bear it, you know?"
Although the words were blaming, they didn't mean to blame at all. On the contrary, they were affirming her identity.
She is the mistress of the presidential palace.
Lin Xiaomi looked at the man beside him, and of course understood what he meant, looked at him with a sweet smile and asked, "Then what should I, the hostess of the Presidential Palace, do if I face guests who don't want to entertain?"
"Ask your son."
The little guy sat between the two of them very contentedly. He had been eavesdropping on the adults talking with his head up until he was called by his name suddenly, and he blurted out without thinking, "Do whatever you want."
This lawless fart looks exactly like someone.
Liang Yin suddenly had a bad feeling. Sure enough, seeing Lin Xiaomi smiled, he raised his hand and called Ah Xing, "Throw her out for me."
Liang Yin couldn't believe her ears, she was almost sure that she heard it wrong, but when she saw two guards walking towards her, she subconsciously screamed: "Lin Xiaomi, what are you doing? !"
Before she could finish her sentence, she was already pinned down on the sofa by two guards. One of them grabbed her by the arms and feet and pulled her up directly, in the same posture as a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered.
The skirt Liang Yin was wearing today slipped down to her waist because her hands and feet were lifted up. Because of the long skirt she was wearing, she didn't even wear leggings. long legs.
He was dragged all the way out of the room, and met countless guards and servants on the way.
The guard was okay, because he was wearing a military uniform, he was holding back his laughter, but the servant couldn't control it anymore, and laughed out loud while covering his lips.
Liang Yin hoarsely shouted, this is a great shame.
"Let go of me! Let go of me! How could you do this to me! Let go of me!" Liang Yinhou's voice was hoarse, because of the fierce struggle, his hands and feet were so painful that his arms and legs felt like they were going to die. broken.
Ah Xing followed all the way, heard the words, and said lightly: "Didn't you hear what Mrs. Sheng said? Let you let her go."
The two guards stopped immediately, like swinging on a swing, swayed twice, and threw her out.
Liang Yin screamed in fright, and fell heavily on the ground, feeling that her internal organs were about to be displaced.
The exposed skin was rubbed against the asphalt road, and it was painful.
She fell to the ground in pain and couldn't get up.
A Xing looked at her condescendingly: "Young Madam Sheng, you'd better take care of yourself, this presidential palace is not a place where you can run wild, and our young lady is someone who our young master is not willing to say a harsh word .”
After speaking, Ah Xing turned around and left, ordering someone to close the iron gate.
Liang Yin lay on the ground for a long time, finally found the strength, got up, staring fiercely at the villa inside the carved gate with a pair of resentful eyes.
"You bastards, I'm not letting go!"
There was a taste of rust in her mouth, and her whole body hurt so badly that she couldn't leave at all. Wang Rui drove here just now, and there were no people and cars at this time.
She waited for a long time before taking out her mobile phone and asking the driver to pick her up.
...
Ah Xing went back to report: "Young Madam, according to your order, she has been thrown out."
"Okay, thank you for your hard work." Lin Xiaomi pursed her lips and smiled.
She knew that what Leng Yihuang said just now was to establish her prestige, since he gave her this opportunity, of course she had to make good use of it.
She has been away for too long, so many years, not only Liang Yin and Wang Rui, but most of the people in the presidential palace will not really respect her, and will regard her as a liar or a counterfeit.
Today, it was Liang Yin who came to the point of the gun by herself, and besides, she was really annoying, so it happened to be a practice for her, and a wake-up call for the servants in the presidential palace.
Now that Leng Yihuang has recognized her, she is the young lady of the presidential palace.
"What are you looking at? What's the matter, do you think I'm too rude, a bit sympathetic?" Lin Xiaomi noticed that Leng Yihuang was staring at him with his head on his hands.
She looked a little embarrassed by that look.
"Isn't the Xiangyu I want to pity on in my arms?" Leng Yihuang raised his hand, gently rubbing his fingertips on her face.
With such straightforward love words, Leng Yihuang spoke without any pressure.
Lin Xiaomi was not as thick-skinned as him, and immediately blushed, while Leng Junlin, who was sitting among them, shuddered, looking down at his arms, full of goosebumps.
It's disgusting!
The little guy couldn't take it anymore, so he asked Ah Xing to carry him upstairs to play with his grandma.
After the little light bulb left, Leng Yihuang became even more unscrupulous. He leaned over, pressed her on the sofa, bowed his head and kissed her.
Where did Lin Xiaomi think he was so courageous? This is the living room of the Presidential Palace, surrounded by so many servants.
She made two "huh" and wanted to push him away with both hands, but she couldn't move, and he subdued him in three or two strokes: "You need to clean up, don't you?"
Lin Xiaomi glared at him angrily, and lowered his voice to warn him: "Don't make trouble, there are so many people, or I will get angry."
Leng Yihuang smiled lowly, leaned over and kissed the corner of her mouth: "Baby, I seem to remember that I told you that the more you speak harshly, the more I can't help but want to bully you, why? Do, every time you lose your temper with me, I can't help but want to do something indescribable to you."
"Leng Yihuang!"
"Call my husband."
Lin Xiaomi: "..."
"Get up quickly, I have something to ask you."
Leng Yihuang let her go, sat up, and pulled her up by the way: "What's the matter?"
"What did you say about France to Liang Yin just now? What do you mean? Also, did Liang Yin have an enmity with me before? Why do I feel that she looks at me very hostilely?"
"It's a long story to tell." Leng Yihuang deliberately put it off.