Female CEO's Master

"Bitch, if you dare to hit me, you'll die!" Wei Yuan was stunned at first. He never imagined that Jiang Qianxi dared to slap him. Then he was furious, patted the table, and roared ferociously.

Although Jiang Qianxi is the goddess of many students here, who want to own it more than love it, no one dares to stand up when he sees Wei Shao being so angry with Jiang Qianxi.

Wei Shao's more than a dozen second-generation ancestors around him, all making fun of each other, seemed very likely to help Wei Shao teach Jiang Qianxi a lesson.

"Lao Wang, I said this would be the time for heroes to save the United States. A lot of eye luck happened at this time. Don't you hurry up and persuade." Chu Jiang was not in a hurry to fight, but encouraged Lao Wang to go up, because Lao Wang's words and deeds were too obscene, and Chu Jiang wanted to teach him a lesson by borrowing someone else's hand.

"OK..." Lao Wang stood up, just about to open his legs, but did not move, "they are numerous and powerful, and they are the Lord of money, I......"

"If you have the advantage, you won't call heroes to save the United States, but to bully the few with more. Heroes fight alone!" Chu Jiang is a little emotional.

Hearing this, the otaku's eyes shone slightly again, and his eyes became more and more firm.

"The most is to be beaten. If you can win the favor of beautiful women, it's worth it." Chu Jiang continued to flicker.

The battlefield here, in order to flatter Wei Shao's rich second generation, all surrounded Jiang Qianxi. Wei Yuan stared at Jiang Qianxi, as if he began to imagine Jiang Qianxi begging for mercy under himself!

But Jiang Qianxi still stood stubbornly in place and looked at each other coldly.

All the people in this hall are enemies for her at this time.

"Do you know who Wei Shao is? Apologize quickly. Maybe Wei Shao will let you go as soon as he is happy."

"What we are talking about is not a simple verbal apology. The best way to apologize for doing something wrong is to promise each other!"

"Yes, promise each other by example!"

Ming shaotian and several rich second generations shouted at Jiang Qianxi.

The grace of saving lives often promises to each other, which has existed since ancient times; Apologies should also be made in person. Is there such an example in history?

But these words came to the mouth of this group of rich second-generation, as if for granted, it seems that their three views are indeed different!

But Jiang Qianxi still looked at the crowd coldly and didn't speak.

"If you don't apologize, let alone Shoushi, even the whole pickle country has no place for you!" Wei Yuan said word by word, and his tone was extremely arrogant.

In fact, few people in the hall doubted Wei Yuan's words. Although he was a minor of the Wei family, he ate black and white. If he was determined to make a SZ woman have no place in the pickle country, he could definitely do it.

Many people noticed that a trace of helplessness and melancholy flashed in Jiang Qianxi's stubborn eyes, as if he was missing someone, but that person was not around.

Of course, in the eyes of everyone, her eyes are a kind of sadness, and everyone will be sad when encountering such a thing. Many people looked at Jiang Qianxi with compassion. However, sympathy goes back to sympathy. It is absolutely impossible for them to stand up for Jiang Qianxi.

"Wei Shao, I suggest tearing off her mask first!"

"Yes, it's very impolite to tear the mask first, talk to Wei Shao and wear the mask."

"Let's go together and tear off the masks!"

I don't know which rich second generation suggested it. All the other rich second generations booed for a while, and then they all wanted to tear masks. In fact, they are all clear-cut in their hearts. When tearing masks, it is inevitable that there will be bumps, and they will wipe off the money by the way.

They seemed to see the position of looting. Of course, with their IQ, most of them chose the peak, but there were differences between the left and right.

"Slow!" At this moment, Wei Yuan secretly roast for a moment and said, "if you want to tear the mask, I'm enough alone. What's your hurry!"

Wei Yuan's words were actually very uninteresting. For a moment, every rich second generation's body rubbed and dared not move. A trace of complex expression flashed in his eyes, and then all showed a smile of Shanshan. The only motive was seen through by Wei Yuan, which was indeed a little embarrassing.

This is the so-called hero knows hero, no, it should be called, second ancestor knows second ancestor!

Wei Yuan actually hasn't seen Jiang Qianxi's true face yet. As for him, he's only famous this afternoon. When he saw Jiang Qianxi's breathtaking figure, he showed amazing eyes and sighed. It seems that this trip is not worth it, this trip is not worth it!

Therefore, he really can't wait for Jiang Qianxi's face.

Body and face are perfect, which is what we need less.

After Wei Yuan finished speaking, he stared at the mask on Jiang Qianxi's face and approached Jiang Qianxi step by step. In an instant, the mask became Wei Shao's mortal enemy. He wanted to get rid of it and then quickly!

"Slow!"

At this time, a figure squeezed in from the middle of the crowd. Unfortunately, when he squeezed in, "bang", the black frame glasses fell to the ground.

As he was highly myopic, his glasses fell to the ground and his eyes were blurred, so he quickly squatted down and groped on the ground, looking extremely funny.

"Hahaha -"

"Where do the fools come out, do they want to be heroes?"

"Here are your glasses!"

"Here are your glasses!"

Black rimmed glasses were kicked around at the feet of a group of second generation ancestors. When they were finally picked up by the otaku old Wang, there was already a piece of glasses left. He took advantage of a piece of glasses to aim at the people around him. Anger flashed on his face, of course, more panic.

In addition to these second generation ancestors, other people are also drunk. At this time, there are fools emerging. Does he want to come to a hero to save the United States?!

Although people were a little moved by the behavior of otaku Lao Wang, they were more ridiculed, laughing that otaku Lao Wang overestimated himself, just like modern Don Quixote.

"Glasses man, why did you shout so slowly?" Wei Shao asked with a sneer on his face.

"I... I mean, if you want to tear the mask together, can it count as... Me? I like the program of tearing... Badges very much, and I'm very experienced." The otaku old Wang hesitated.

As soon as they heard this, they seemed to have thousands of grass and mud horses rushing by. They thought it was a hero, but they didn't expect that they wanted to come together and tear masks together.

Your sister!

Jiang Qianxi's face became colder, but he didn't flinch.

"Tear the mask, tear the chest badge? Hahaha -" Wei Shao laughed and lifted his leg with one foot. "Dead otaku, how old are you? You also want to fish in troubled waters and touch your mother!"

The otaku Lao Wang was also stunned. After he broke his glasses, he seemed to see a real world through a pair of glasses, and instantly knew the difference between himself and these second ancestors, so he hurriedly changed his mouth and made up an excuse to join the gang.

Unexpectedly, I was kicked.

He fell to the ground, his body hurt, but he became more sober. In fact, this is not the circle he can enter. If he broke in, no matter what he said, he can't get rid of the fate of being beaten!