Mr. He, don't mess around

Chapter 601 Any later, the wound will heal soon

Old man Feng was still behind him, accusing her relentlessly.

As soon as the words fell, four or five strong bodyguards rushed forward from the hall, and stopped Meng Lan from walking up the stairs.

Looking at the group of vicious bodyguards in front of her, Meng Lan felt a pang of sadness in her heart.

It seems that it is impossible for her to calm down today.

Uncle Zhao had already turned pale with fright, and knelt down begging for mercy, "Master, after all, Missy grew up under your knees, even if there was a fault first, it has nothing to do with the children..."

"Shut up." Old Master Feng reprimanded in a low voice, "It's not your turn to be in charge here!" He felt irritated even seeing Menglan, so he turned around and called for bodyguards, and with a big wave of his hand, "Hurry up and get her take away!"

When the words fell, the bodyguards rushed forward in unison, holding Menglan's shoulders and were about to take her away. Just when everyone in the hall thought that Menglan was crying for herself, they saw her His face was particularly calm.

She didn't even resist for a moment, she walked to the side of old man Feng expressionlessly, and suddenly curled her lips into a chuckle.

The more reticent Meng Lan was, the more Mr. Feng felt that his self-esteem was being challenged, and his face immediately became gloomy.

He raised the crutch in his hand and hit the ground heavily, he was furious, "Stop, what are you laughing at?"

Meng Lan stood firm and straightened her back. Her delicate body looked so thin, obviously weak and vulnerable, but she exuded an aura of arrogance and refusal to admit defeat.

"You keep accusing me all the time, but I think you are even more pathetic." Her voice was very soft, but every word hit her heart, "The reason why you care so much about Feng Mu's marriage is really for his good Is it? It's just that the Wang family can bring more benefits to the Feng family."

"Shut up!" Old Master Feng scolded, with an extremely gloomy expression on his face.

"Your tongue coating is white, and there is a trace of black in the Yintang. If I guess correctly, your health has not been good in the past few years." Meng Lan deliberately emphasized the syllables, insisting on provoking him, "You In order to stabilize the development of the Feng Group, he selfishly wants his grandson to marry Wang Zhishan, but is he really happy?"

"In my opinion, you are the selfish, sinister and cunning person!"

"You...you are so bold, shut up." Old Man Feng blushed angrily, his neck was thick, his arms were trembling, "I tell you, even if the person who married into Feng's family was not Shanshan, it would never be your turn! "

"You...you are not worthy!"

Suddenly, Menglan laughed lowly, and said very softly, but with strong sarcasm, "You are wrong, even if you give me this title for free, I would not care."

I don't care too much...

The words were clear and full of disdain, as if this title, which almost made women all over the world fight over their heads, was never taken seriously by her.

In particular, Wang Zhishan's complexion was as beautiful as the change of a seasoning plate.

She clenched her teeth tightly, not revealing any emotion.

But seeing the servant carefully wrapping gauze around her palm, she somehow felt humiliated and broke away impatiently.

It seemed that no matter how hard she tried, no matter how hard she tried to act, she was not as proud as Meng Lan standing there and doing nothing!
She couldn't figure it out—

Where is the difference between myself!

"You..." Old Master Feng blushed, it was the first time in his life that he was taught a lesson by a junior, where should he put his face?
"Take it away." He leaned on a cane with both hands, straightened his waist, and suddenly developed a calm and arrogant aura, "If I had known today, I shouldn't have thought about the old relationship back then. Where are you going?"

He yelled 'murderer's daughter' one after another, which was more piercing than countless daggers attacking at the same time, Meng Lan's face was drained of blood in an instant!
She clenched her fists tightly, her forehead was dripping with sweat, and she parted her red lips slightly to protest angrily.

But in the end, her lips trembled slightly, her voice was hoarse, and tears rolled down her cheeks slowly.

She didn't have any evidence, and the medical accident that year was like an ironclad nail on her body, making her unable to shake off this title.

When she was powerless to resist, the bodyguard pushed her hard from behind. Meng Lan was caught off guard and staggered forward. Seeing that she was about to fall on the pile of debris on the ground, she suddenly stretched out a big hand and held her tightly. held her up.

"Who moved it?" The warm but emotionless voice came from my ear.

Meng Lan was even more frightened than being thrown to the ground, she trembled slightly, and immediately pulled away the wrist that was tightly held by him.

"Can I eat you?" Feng Mu pulled her wrist back again, and forcefully opened her palm, looking at the faint bloodstain in the palm, his eyes darkened.

"Don't look, your grandpa is here and you treat him well, and your fiancée's hand is scratched, Mr. Feng handles the housework well, I, go to the police station!" Meng Lan said calmly.

However, he deliberately emphasized the last few words, and when they fell into Feng Mu's ears, he heard a hint of sarcasm.

This woman would never say a soft word to him, but she could lightly stir up his emotions.

Feng Mu's mood was agitated. Seeing that she was about to leave with the bodyguard, he cursed secretly, and pulled her back aggressively with a wave of his big hand, "Get out, why haven't you been so obedient?"

Meng Lan staggered a few steps and fell into his arms, the scene was extremely ambiguous, and now, the expressions of everyone in the living room of Feng's family became unpredictable.

Unconvinced, Wang Zhishan trotted up to Feng Mu, with tears in the corners of her eyes, and complained tenderly, "Brother Feng, I always thought you were a person who could tell right from wrong, but this time she pushed me first, you're bleeding ..."

Feng Mu glanced at it and sneered, "Oh? Really."

Wang Zhishan was proud of her superb acting skills in her heart, wiped her tears with her hand, and continued to say coquettishly, "Although Boss Meng pushed it, I don't think she did it on purpose..."

"What I mean is - bandage the wound a little later, the wound is almost healed." Feng Mu looked at her with no emotion in his eyes.

Being ridiculed by him in public, Wang Zhishan was dumbfounded, not knowing how to proceed, "I...you don't believe me?"

Feng Mu responded disdainfully to her, looked away, and coldly landed on the group of maids who were watching the fun, with a cold voice, "The old man has been here for so long, and until now, he doesn't even have a cup of tea?"

"Uncle Zhao, everyone will be fired tomorrow, the Feng family only takes in useful people!"

As soon as the words fell, the maids begged for mercy in the living room, Feng Mu remained unmoved with a cold face, the old man's nostrils were like cattail leaf fans, and his raised arms were trembling slightly, "You brat , are you playing this play to beat around the bush and call me old and useless?"

"Grandpa, you're overthinking. After all, you still have the energy to meddle in other people's business." Feng Mu's tone was respectful, but there was a hint of sarcasm in his words.

He ordered Uncle Zhao to clean up the pieces of glass on the floor, and then he dragged the reluctant Menglan to the sofa and poured a glass of boiled water with his own hands, "But Grandpa, you are not too old after all. You should worry less."

(End of this chapter)