1774: There's no need to be polite when you're looking for death

There's no need to be polite when you're looking for death

She started from the moment Claude entered the room, telling the whole process clearly and simply, including every word that he said. She did not exaggerate anything, but simply described the facts that she had experienced.0

After the maid finished speaking, Murong Mian smiled faintly."Cousin brother ... You're very impressive!"

Claude did not think that he had done anything wrong. He was used to using the Murong family's power to intimidate others. He shouted,""My hand is already in this state. Tell me now and how you're going to give me an explanation. Otherwise, just wait for my mother to come and settle the score with you."

Murong Mian was still smiling. The gentlemanly and Noble aura he exuded made Claude look like a rat in the sewers.

He added,"in my home, he's so impressive!" It really makes me, a proper young master, feel a little ashamed. "

A young master was actually more powerful than a proper master in their own family. Was this logical?

Even if Claude was an idiot, he could tell that something was wrong."What do you mean?"

Madam Murong was silent on the side. She even hoped that Murong Mian would teach this scumbag a lesson.

In the earlier years, this bastard had even wanted to touch her, a middle-aged woman. She was really disgusted until now.

"Do you need me to remind you again? Claude Martin,"

Claude finally understood what Murong Mian was trying to say. She was saying that he had no right to act wildly in the Murong family.

"If you have the guts, then explain it to me clearly. Do you have the F * cking guts to say it out loud?"

"In the past, I called you" cousin "because of the weak sibling relationship between your mother and my father, not because I wanted to give you face. Tell me, is there even a single word in your name related to the Murong family?" Murong Mian said slowly. In this house, you don't have the right to make a scene. "

If Murong Mian wanted to help Madam Murong keep this fortune, the first thing she had to do was to intimidate these outrageous relatives of the Murong family so that they wouldn't dare to come and steal it.

Let's start with Claude then.

There was no need to be polite with things that he had sent to his death.

This was the first time Claude had been humiliated like this in the Murong family. He gritted his teeth in anger."Alright, just you wait, just you wait. I'd like to see if you have the final say in this family."

Murong Mian raised an eyebrow,"you're showing off in my house, insulting my wife, beating up and scolding the servants of the Murong family, so what if I break your arm?" Ask your mother to come over? I'm sorry, she's a married woman. When she gets married, the dowry she takes away is her property. This Murong family has nothing to do with her. I'm the young master of this family, the only heir of the Murong family. As long as I'm alive, none of you can think of touching me. "

Claude's family had been waiting for Murong Zhihong's death to divide up the Murong family, but now Murong Mian said that they would not get a share.

This made him extremely angry. He had already regarded the Murong family as his own. Now, someone was saying that what was his was no longer his. He was going crazy.

"Fine, you've got guts. Then let's see how capable you are ... Not only do I want your assets, I also want to play with your woman."

Murong Mian nodded."It looks like you think that losing an arm is too light a punishment. If that's the case, I'll give you some face. I'll also give you a big gift."

"Mianmian, come here," he turned around and said gently.

Ji Mianmian walked over. Murong Mian took out a handkerchief from her pocket."Pad your hands this time. Don't get it dirty."

"What are you doing?"

Murong Mian lowered her head and kissed her on the cheek."Baby, break his other one too ..."

——

Your little ye is not human when she's devilish. Haha ... Little ye expresses, thank you for your monthly votes and support. He will work harder.

pqdm.com