The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground

Mu Changying smiled like a flower, and the words spit out were sharp and piercing.

"..."

Jin Siyuan's pupils widened, and she looked at her with a deep disbelief.

Does this woman not know how to maintain her image in front of Rong Erye? To say such rude words.

"Yingbao's eyes hurt, do you need to wash your eyes?"

Rong Luyuan put one hand on her shoulder, his thin lips pressed into a stiff straight line.

Those obsidian-like eyes were deep like a deep well, but the bottom of the eyes was full of worry.

"I don't need to wash my eyes, can't I just dispose of the garbage?"

Wouldn't it be better to kill the source of all this?

Mu Changying met his pupils and patted his small hand on the back of his hand.

"Heh... Yingbao's words make sense."

Rong Luyuan's Adam's apple rolled, a low laugh overflowed from his throat, and the coldness on his body deepened.

"..."

Jin Siyuan understood the deep meaning hidden in the conversation between the two, and her body shrank involuntarily.

But after a brief panic, she quickly suppressed the unease and pretended to be calm.

"Mrs. Rong, you haven't answered my question yet. Which daughter are you from?"

Her voice was so high that everyone in the hall heard it.

Everyone was very curious about Mu Changying's identity, and one by one they stopped what they were doing and raised their ears.

Gu Qingyun's eyes flashed, she broke free from Tan Wan'an's hand, and walked to Jin Siyuan's side.

She lowered her head, "Changying... Since she entered the school, I have never seen her uncle and aunt pick her up once... Maybe... This kind of sad thing will not be mentioned again."

never seen? Sad thing? Did both parents die?

Jin Siyuan was overjoyed, took a step back exaggeratedly, and raised her voice in vain, "What? Madam Rong is actually an orphan?"

Just after shouting, she hurriedly covered her mouth with her hand, with deep guilt in her eyes.

Mu Changying's porcelain white face was calm, and sarcasm slipped in her eyes, "Oh... clumsy."

This acting is too exaggerated and tacky, it's really hot eyes.

"..."

Jin Siyuan's fluttering words instantly brought the atmosphere of the banquet to a climax, and everyone's faces showed disbelief.

"This girl... is she crazy? What does she want to do? If you offend the behemoth of the Rong family, it will not benefit the family at all..."

The girl in the Jin family didn't know anything just now, but Yun'er said this as soon as she left, there must be a ghost in it.

Now everyone is not paying attention. After a little thought, you can understand the twists and turns inside.

Tan Wanan covered her forehead with one hand, and while everyone's attention was on Mu Changying, she hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Gu Qingyun's wrist and pulled her away.

These arguments are too harsh.

Si Xian put his tongue against the stem of his teeth, raised his hand and brushed the hair in front of his forehead.

"Isn't it happy to live? I just want to court death. The young man is not very gentlemanly, even a woman is very good at it!"

It's obvious that they are plotting against Sister Ying, do they really think that the seventh class is dead?

Si Xian rolled up his sleeves and took a step when he lifted his foot, but someone grabbed his collar.

The old man in the Chinese tunic suit stared and his face turned pale, "You bastard, if you dare to mess around, I'll break your dog's legs."

This is the banquet of the Rong family. It's not too easy to deal with such trivial matters.

Hearing the familiar voice, Si Xian immediately coaxed into a ball, "Grandpa... let go... let go... If you have something to say, don't do anything."