Mr. He, don't mess around

Chapter 603 Sprinkle salt on her wound
Meng Lan lifted the quilt, stepped on her slippers and went downstairs, determined to take a closer look.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw bodyguards moving upstairs with the sofa, and the living room was even more lively. Some maids were posting happy words, some were cleaning, and some were hanging ribbons and photos .

Seeing this, Meng Lan's face turned pale, and her drowsiness suddenly dissipated.

She hurried upstairs, "What are you doing!"

"This is Miss Wang's order, let us clean up the wedding room today, Miss Meng, has it disturbed you to rest?" The maid said in a respectful tone.

Listening, Meng Lan's breathing stopped suddenly, her fists were clenched tightly, and a trace of pain flashed in her eyes.

The words 'marriage room wedding room' kept lingering in my mind, and my heart was filled with a strong tingling pain.

She could already accept that Feng Mu was going to marry someone else.

But why!
Why do you have to sprinkle salt on her wound again and again?Remind her of this fact again and again!
"You all be careful, don't break the wedding photos, or Ms. Wang won't let you off lightly." At this time, a bodyguard carried a huge photo frame into the living room and hung it on the wall.

On that photo frame was the wedding photo of Feng Mu with Wang Zhishan in his arms, and the latter had a sweet smile, snuggling into Feng Mu's arms, his face was full of happiness.

Seeing this scene, Meng Lan's eyes were deeply stabbed, her steps staggered, and she managed to stand firm with her hands on the back of the sofa.

This photo hurts a thousand times more than those words that insulted her!
"You're not allowed to hang up!" She couldn't maintain her composure, and growled angrily, "Have you asked Feng Mu for permission to arrange the wedding room in such a big way?"

The bodyguard looked back at her, "That's not true, it's just Miss Wang..."

"She is her, and Feng Mu is Feng Mu." Meng Lan strode forward and tore up the happy words stuck on the coffee table, her voice was harsh, "The Feng family is a century-old property, and it has always been dignified and abides by the rules. How decent is it to show off the wedding room with such great fanfare?"

"Tear--" The servant posted it in front, and Meng Lan followed behind.

Don't hang up, don't hang up!

She couldn't see these happy characters and the ribbons arranged at all, as if countless slaps had been slapped on her face, trampling on her self-esteem, and making her feel even more embarrassed.

Seeing that she couldn't persuade her, the maid hurried upstairs and invited Wang Zhishan down. Standing at the stairs, she looked at the deeply stimulated Menglan with a gloomy expression.

She thought how much Menglan could hold back.

But it was only a wedding photo, and it... drove her so crazy.

"Boss Meng, why did you get angry so early in the morning? What are you doing?" Wang Zhishan asked softly. She was wearing a white dress today, and she added a weak posture like holding a willow.

Meng Lan looked up at her, gritted her teeth, and accused sharply, "You asked them to arrange the wedding room?"

"It's me." Wang Zhishan walked down the stairs gracefully holding her skirt, "Why, doesn't it look good?"

"You didn't go to fight for Feng Mu's will, so you're not afraid of his anger?"

Listening to Menglan's words, Wang Zhishan blinked her eyes a few times and looked at her innocently. After a while, she suddenly chuckled, with a relaxed voice, "I'm brother Feng's fiancée. Is it possible that I even set up a wedding room?" I can't even be the master?"

"The reason why I arranged the wedding room is also because Brother Feng and I have a lot of friends in the social circle. When they come to visit the house, they can't be dead, right? Boss Meng, you are not jealous, are you?"

She spoke clearly and logically, and there was no chance for Meng Lan to argue back. She clenched her fists and lowered them again to suppress her excitement.

Suddenly, she felt ridiculous.

Yeah, who is she?

Wang Zhishan's frivolous title of 'Mrs. Feng' is enough to see her suppressed, so... what right does she have to dictate this?

"No, how you want to hang up has nothing to do with me." Menglan was completely desperate, took a deep breath tiredly, out of sight and out of mind, she turned around and was about to go upstairs.

"Stop!" Wang Zhishan stopped her in a deep voice, walked over and held her hand tightly, and smiled pretendingly, "Boss Meng, I really appreciate your character, we can still be good friends, listen Said that your cooking skills are good, and you are very popular with Feng Mu, why don't you let me serve you after my breakfast."

Meng Lan pulled her hand away, with undisguised disgust in her eyes, "Why?"

"Ouch~" Wang Zhishan staggered weakly, her fingers resting on her temples.

Immediately, a maid who fawned on her came to support her, and sneered at Menglan, "She really thinks she is so noble, Miss Wang, you are so kind, Mr. Feng told us personally last night, let us We all respectfully take care of you, and everyone in this family is no exception."

With tears in Wang Zhishan's eyes, she gently parted her lips, but her smile was as weak as a little white lotus,
"I can't say that. Boss Meng is my sister after all. She blamed me. It must be because I didn't do well enough."

"Then you can't bully people like that. She scratched your hand on purpose yesterday, and today she publicly challenged you. To put it bluntly, she is a woman in a dusty club, and Mr. Feng just kindly left her and his sick brother behind, that's all. You are the real Mrs. Feng!" Hearing this, the maid felt even more sorry for her, and her voice of aggrieved suddenly increased.

For a moment, all the maids in the living room were attracted by her movements, and hurriedly followed Meng Lan and pointed at her back.

Meng Lan didn't intend to cause trouble at first, but when she heard the "sick younger brother" in the maid's mouth, she turned around suddenly and looked down at the maid.

"What did you say?"

Her aura was strong, and her eyes, which were usually calm, were now filled with coldness, as if the coldness could penetrate human bones.

"I..." The maid was so frightened that she forgot to explain.

On weekdays, they always ignore Menglan as an invisible person, but they have never seen her such a powerful aura.

Snapped--

With a cold face, Meng Lan slapped her across the face. The maid was caught off guard, and when she realized it, she scrambled to scratch her, "You dare to hit me!"

Before she touched Meng Lan, she was holding her wrist tightly, with killing intent in her eyes, "If you dare to say something bad about my brother, it's not as simple as a slap in the face. If you don't believe me, try it." ?”

"I..." The maid was frightened and quickly hid behind Wang Zhishan.

Wang Zhishan bit her lips tightly, her face full of tenderness and pitifulness, she reminded in a low voice, "Boss Meng, don't be angry, I will apologize to you on their behalf."

"But I believe you are so smart, in order to protect your younger brother, you will definitely not do anything to frame me, right?"

Meng Lan sneered, her fingernails sank into her palm, unable to argue, the pus scar in her heart seemed to be pouring out pain, her throat seemed to be stuck with a long fishbone, unable to swallow or spit it out .

(End of this chapter)