Chapter 1770

Mrs. Murong (⊙ o ⊙)

Ji mianmianmian (⊙ o ⊙)

Claude (⊙ o ⊙)

everyone was stunned, this There is something wrong with the style of painting! What about the apology?

Ji Mianmian was the first to respond. She knew Murong Mian better than others. After hearing him say this, she felt normal after a short surprise. This is his style. If not, it would not be like him.

It's just that Ji Mianmian looks at the handkerchief in his hand, and then at Claude, who is numb. This Isn't that good?

Ji Mianmian worries that this will bring more trouble to Murong Mian.

Murong Mian patted the back of her hand gently and said gently, "go ahead, it's just rubbish. You don't need to treat him as a human being."

Anyway, he never regarded Claude as a human being.

Most of the garbage in the garbage can still has the value of recycling, but this kind of person only wastes air and has no value.

Murong's wife also feels not very good, worried to see Murong sleep.

Ji Mianmian whispered, "is there any trouble?"

Murong Mian pinched her face: "trouble? What do you think is the difference between breaking one hand and breaking two? "

Ji Mianmian thinks about it and shakes his head. It really doesn't make any difference.

If he breaks one hand, he will turn around to complain to his mother. It's the same with breaking two hands. Anyway, they all want to make trouble. So He can't do more.

Ji Mianmian nodded: "what you said is reasonable."

Murong Mian patted her head: "go ahead, don't be afraid, I'll give you support."

Claude's legs softened with fright. If someone was not standing on both sides of him, he would have been lying down. He quickly asked Mrs. Murong for help: "aunt, aunt You can't just sit back, aunt... "

Mrs. Murong's face was full of embarrassment: "Claude, you used to think that I was only your uncle's second marriage. I can't say anything because I didn't speak in this family. The host here is Randy. What can I do if he wants to do this?"

"You work in collusion, you work together..."

Before he finished, Ji Mianmian grabbed his still intact left hand and said, "seriously, I really don't want to touch your garbage. It's dirty at a glance..."

With that, Ji Mianmian twisted hard and made a crisp sound.

With Claude's heartrending scream, he turned his eyes and fainted. At the same time, his feet were wet and the smell of urine dispersed.

Murong Mian quickly drags Ji Mian back and wipes her hands twice with a handkerchief.

Mrs. Murong looked at Ji Mianmian in shock. In a short time, she saw Ji Mianmian break two wrists of a man with bare hands twice. She was really scared.

Who is Murong Mian looking for, isn't he a makeup artist? Why does it look like kung fu is good?

Swallowing, she stepped back unconsciously, glanced at Claude who had passed out, and her heart flashed again.

I haven't felt so good for a long time. This scum deserves it.

If not for many years, Mrs. Murong really wanted to spit. She covered her nose in disgust and asked, "it's a big deal. What should we do now?"

Murong Mian sneered: "what is this? I want more than this one. Come on Send him back. "

Now that he has started to make trouble, he will make it out of control.

Otherwise, white came back.

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