1780: If I don't beat you up, we can't have a pleasant conversation

If I don't beat you up, we can't have a pleasant conversation

"You're trying to ... Chip away at her spirit. "0

"Soon, she will understand that this home is no longer a place where she can enter whenever she wants."

Madam Murong looked at Murong Mian's confident expression and for some reason ... She felt that she could trust him.

It had been many years since she had felt this way.

It was a luxury to trust someone.

"Then do as you see fit. If there's anything you need me to do, just tell me."

"There's one thing,"Murong Mian said.

"Go ahead,"

"Freeze Murong cuiting and her son's credit card."

"This ... Is this okay?"

"Why can't I?"

"Okay ... I'll get it done immediately." Madam Murong was very diligent in doing this.

Murong cuiting and her son's money came from the Murong family's account. Every single cent they spent over the years came from this family.

Murong cui ting was so extravagant that it made one's hair stand on end. Carrying a bag that cost over 100000 Yuan once was enough to throw away trash. Every time her credit card was maxed out, when it was time to pay back, she would call her arrogantly and ask her to hurry up and return it.

She was so annoyed, and now she could finally vent her anger.

Outside the manor, Murong cuiting was shouting hysterically, like a madman, charging forward.

However, the people of the Murong family showed their strong fighting power for the first time. They held hands and formed a human wall, not letting her rush in at all.

On the first day, Murong cuiting didn't even come in. She stayed outside until the early morning and still couldn't go in. After leaving behind a few harsh words, she ran to see Murong Zhi Hong.

Unfortunately, she still didn't get to see him. When she got home, she was so angry that she smashed everything in the house. Then, she called someone to send a new batch of vases, only to find that her credit card had been frozen.

Murong cuiting was so angry that she almost died. She cursed Murong Mian and Madam Murong's eighteen generations of ancestors.

The next day, she brought a group of people over, but it was still useless.

He couldn't see Murong Mian or Murong Zhihong, his credit card was frozen, and he went from a rich man to a poor man. His life couldn't get any worse.

After four to five days of trouble, she finally saw Murong Mian.

Murong Mian smiled as she looked at the woman who looked like a crazy woman."I heard that you've been doing well recently."

"Murong Mian, you little B * stard! You broke my son's hands and even froze my credit card! Do you not want to live anymore? Who Do You Think You Are? you're just a little B * stard who hasn't even grown hair yet. How dare you fight with me? don't think that just because you're my brother's only son, I won't dare to punish you!" I said you're my brother's son, you're the young master of this family, I said you're Chen| You B * stard child, you're a B * tch ... I won't let you live well after offending me ..."

Murong Mian listened to her rant and sighed. She didn't even take a single breath.

He glanced sideways at Ji Mianmian, who was about to flip out, and said,""Mianmian, are your hands itchy?"

Mianmian was stunned for a moment. Then, as if she understood, she nodded and said,"......Yes, a little."

Murong Mian took Ji Mianmian's hand and kissed the back of her hand."Go, go and slap her a few times to relieve the itch."

Ji Mianmian swung her arms and stretched.""How much? I'm afraid I can't stop. "

"Just give me ten."

Ji Mianmian rolled up her sleeves and stepped forward. Murong cuiting said angrily,""You little B * tch, what are you doing?"

"Aunt, you need to clean your mouth, or else we can't have a pleasant conversation," Murong Mian said.

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Xiao Ye: "with my wife in hand, I have the victory. I'll give you a monthly ticket. I'll tear up whoever I want!"

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