Third Master, your painting style is crooked again

Chapter 18 I won't let you go, never!

Yang Bisi stood there, clutching the pearl handbag firmly with her bright red nails, with a smile still on her face: "I see, that is indeed something wrong with Mengmeng. Mengmeng wants to apologize to her sister."

Turning her head, she looked at the nanny again: "Mother Hu, quickly put these pieces away, and be careful not to cut Miss's hands."

Wanting to say something more, Yuan Feiqian turned and went upstairs, leaving a sentence: "Send it to my room."

Soon, the nanny who packed up the pieces of the porcelain vase followed closely behind.

In the living room, only Yang Bisi and Yuan Meng's mother and daughter were left.

After Yuan Feiqian and the nanny disappeared at the stairs, Yang Bisi looked at Yuan Meng and said, "Is there any injury? Let mom see."

Yuan Meng's makeup was already in tears, and he said with a sob: "She kicked my stomach just now, I hate her so much! Mom, teach her for me, why should she compare with me? She is obviously a..."

She swallowed the latter words under her mother's cold gaze.

Feeling her mother's displeasure, Yuanmeng felt pitiful and aggrieved: "Mom, when is this a head? You just have the heart to watch me being bullied by her like this? Are you riding on my head like this to play a big role?"

Yang Bisi helped Yuanmeng tidy up her clothes, and looked at the red spot on her stomach with unconcealed distress in her eyes, she couldn't help but blame: "You still have the nerve to say? What happened tonight? If I didn't interrupt in time, you Misfortune comes out of your mouth, and I can't save you."

She didn't expect that she just came back halfway to bring a gift, and she saw such a scene.

Looking up at the nanny who came down the stairs, Yang Bisi ordered: "Take the medicine box and treat the young lady's injuries. If it is serious, go to the hospital."

Grabbing the gift prepared for the banquet, looking at her tearful and aggrieved daughter, she couldn't help telling her again: "Mengmeng, mother reminded you to be careful when you speak. If your father knows that you are talking nonsense No one will be able to save you if you have killed him."

Hearing this, the father who had dreamed of getting angry couldn't help but flinch.

Watching her mother leave, it took a long time before she stood up and kicked the green plants on the ground hard.

Looking up, she looked upstairs viciously, gnashing her teeth: "Yuan Feiqian, I won't let you go. Never!"

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Upstairs, Yuan Feiqian took the fragments of blue and white porcelain vases from the nanny and closed the door.

The little tortoise turned her head full of joy, and saw that she was exuding a sad aura.

The expression was unconcealably sad, completely different from before going out.

The little turtle was a little curious: "What's wrong with you? Where's the delicious food?"

"No more." Yuan Feiqian put the shards of blue and white porcelain on the desk, her eyes blushing.

The little turtle snorted: "I knew you didn't."

Looking at Yuan Feiqian's face, it asked again: "Hey, is something wrong? Who bullied you? Hit me back!"

Yuan Feiqian stared at the blue and white porcelain shards in front of her without saying a word.

The little tortoise followed, a little puzzled: "Why did you get some pieces? Are they delicious?"

Yuan Feiqian didn't answer, just took out a wooden box from the bottom of the closet.

Open it, and there are all kinds of exquisite repair tools inside.

The little tortoise watched curiously as Yuan Feiqian assembled the blue and white porcelain pieces one by one according to the original traces, and slowly repaired them with those delicate tools.

And as the blue and white porcelain bottle became more and more complete, it felt more and more comfortable in its body!

　[Jia Geng, thanks to Mrs. Xinmeng for giving "Lu Xiaomeng" a local tyrant award! (3[▓▓]Good night]

　　
　
(End of this chapter)