Chapter 40 (1/2)
Murong Rongzhi stares at the back of the fat girl in front of her, with a cold smile on her lips.
He came out to see his grandfather today. He never thought that his grandfather taught him a lesson because of a small thing and punished him.
The more you go, the more angry you get, but you just look at Shen Xiangwan's happy smile. Originally did not offend him, but at this moment, looking at Shen Xiangwan's bright smile, I feel particularly dazzling.
”Sister Wan, this stewed tofu is really delicious. Come on, you can have a try.”
”Hee hee, eat it.”
Shen Xiangwan pushed back, but accidentally stepped back and ran into the man behind him.
”Oh, I'm sorry.”
”You smelly girl film, bumped into the young master, I'm sorry, want to erase, walk, go with the ye to talk about life.”
The man was full of ferocity. He grabbed her and dragged her into the alley.
The pedestrians around looked at the posture and quickly coaxed and scattered. No one was willing to step forward.
When Xiao Qi reacts, he quickly goes forward to drag people. ”No, don't drag my sister. Please let her go.”
Murong Xiude also followed, but after two steps, he grabbed Xiao Qi.
”Don't go up. This group of people deliberately took Wan'er. We'll find a way.”
”Ah?”
Xiao Qi was very flustered. He only grabbed Murong Xiude's hand with his backhand. ”Nine masters, you have to save my sister.”
Murong Xiude only nodded fiercely, ”it must be saved.”
Turning around, Murong Xiude saw a stone not far away from a tent. After saying sorry, he went to grab one.
”Xiao Qi, I'm going to save Wan'er. After a while, we'll get a chance and run away quickly. Remember that.”
”Oh, good.”
Although I don't know how Jiuye's method is, Xiao Qi, who has no control at all, can only listen to the arrangement of young master.
When the shop owner found that his tent was a little crooked, Xiao Jiu had already caught up with two people who had dragged Shen Xiangwan away.
”Stones are stolen these days.”
Shop owner strange cry, small seven also followed aiming at the stone on the ground, holding a piece, also quietly followed up. He is small, but he can't let his sister be bullied.
”Well Let me go. ”
When Shen Xiangwan was forced into the alley, she was slapped in the face.
”Young master, I have brought it.”
”Well, smelly girl, laugh. Why don't you laugh?”
As soon as his chin hurt, Shen Xiangwan was in a panic and was forced to look at the man opposite with his chin hooked.
Looking at this man, I feel a little familiar, but who is really not clear.
”How strong and calm,” this childe, I bumped into the little brother behind me. It's a bit wrong, but it's not enough to drag me here to teach! ”
”Stinky girl, give me a smile, I want to see how you laugh.”
Shen Xiangwan had a slight reaction to his words. Feelings, bumping into people is fake, just to see her smile unhappy.
Although I don't know when her smile stimulated this person, Shen Xiangwan still tried to calm down. ”This childe, if it is the girl's smile that stimulates you, you can only say sorry. The sky and the earth, the emperor's feet also ask the childe all self-respect. ”
Murong Rongzhi looked at the girl with a good face and was surprised.
”Oh, Da, there are those who have eyes on their noses. Don't you know that I am the most mischievous one. Bah, tell me that we are royal relatives and relatives at the foot of the emperor. If you don't accept it, you will beat me.”
Listening to this bastard in the end, Shen Xiangwan is as bitter as Huang Lian.
It was not easy for her to come out for a visit, but she met such a royal relative.
”Even if they are royal relatives and relatives, they can't make such a black face on the Tian family. If you let your family know, you will be ashamed.”
Shen also tried to persuade.
That Murong Rongzhi where also allow to preach down, raised his hand to take out a sharp knife.
”Little girl, I said it made people laugh, but I didn't let you say it. I'm the most impatient for the stupid girl film. It seems that women are not abusive. We still need to give some lessons in order to have a long memory. ” Seven questions about novels