640: C640 There Was a Hole in His Chest

C640 There Was a Hole in His Chest

Qianxun thought, This little beggar was already so fierce when he just arrived. How was he going to follow her management in the future?

She had to let him experience the might of the Gong family's number one young lady. Otherwise, he would definitely not listen to her management in the future.

Hence, Qianxun stretched out her hand and fiercely patted his head, "Does it hurt?"

The youth seemed to have not expected that she would really dare to hit him and was stunned for a moment.

Qianxun thought that he was beaten silly and was already afraid of her. She was even more pleased with herself. "Hmph, you have to remember that I am the Gong family's little princess! You must listen to me from now on!"

Suddenly, the youth narrowed his eyes, and a trace of killing intent burst out from his eyes. He stretched out his hand and reached for her heart.

Qianxun was shocked by his killing intent gaze at that moment. But she was only a child. How could she tell that it was killing intent? She just stared at the little beggar's fingernail covered little hand unhappily.

Suddenly, when the young man's small hand reached Qianxun's chest, it was suddenly grabbed by Qianxun.

A six year old little girl actually grabbed his hand. And his hand loosened like it did not have any strength.

Qianxun grabbed his wrist. "Little beggar, your nails are really long, like a ghost. You must cut them. . . "

The young man's wrist was grabbed and he seemed to not give up. He still wanted to attack her, so he grabbed the fabric of her nightdress. . .

Tear with force!

There was a tearing sound! Qianxun widened her eyes in shock, then her small face turned red.

Damn it! This little beggar actually scratched a hole in her chest. In the hole, one could clearly see her undeveloped chest. That little pink was moving and swaying in the wind. . .

Although Qianxun was young, she was still in primary school. She had also seen many yellow films with Uncle Heizi and the others, so she immediately felt that she had been bullied by this little beggar.

Qianxun's small face was immediately filled with anger!

The youth also seemed to be very surprised that he had torn apart a little girl's clothes on her chest. He stared straight at the Rose Red in the hole in her clothes.

He seemed to not understand what it was and looked at it curiously for a long time. Then, he stretched out his finger and poked the hole, touching it. A red peach. . .

It was not satisfying to touch it. He even pulled it. . .

"Wuwuwuwuwu. . . " Qianxun burst into tears as if she had seen a ghost. She covered her chest, opened the bathroom door, and ran out. As she cried, she went downstairs. "Daddy, Mommy, Uncle Beiyue, Uncle and Grandma. . . Come quickly! Your little princess election has been bullied!"

. . .

At this moment, Le Youyou was sitting on the sofa.

Gong Mingchuan was sitting on the other side.

Tang Beiyue was standing by the side smoking.

The three of them were in a deadlock.

Le Youyou said, "All of you can go back first. . . "

"No. . . " Gong Mingchuan said firmly and decisively, "The injury on my leg is too serious, I can't walk. "

Tang Beiyue said to Youyou, "If Gong Mingchuan doesn't go, what does it matter if I go? Give you to him? "

At this moment, Qianxun's scream came from upstairs.

Qianxun held her chest and ran downstairs. As the heating was on in the room, she only wore her cute Hello Kitty pajamas. However, there was a hole in Kitty's left eye at the chest area of the pajamas.

"Wuwuwu. . . " Qianxun ran down the stairs and ran into Le Youyou's arms. She hugged her mommy's waist and cried. " Mommy, the little beggar is playing hooligan with me. . . I want you to spank his butt. . . "0

" Qianxun, what's wrong? " Gong Mingchuan pulled the little girl's arm and pulled her into his arms. Qianxun looked at Gong Mingchuan as if she saw her savior. She pointed upstairs and said, "Daddy, little brother bullied me! He tore my clothes. He. . . He even did that to me like daddy did to mommy. . . "

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