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

Rong Shichu grimaced in pain, and couldn't help taking a deep breath.

He sneered fiercely, glanced at the few people next to him, and hysterically shouted: "What are you looking at, have you ever seen one-legged jumping?"

The onlookers took a few steps back and pouted, "Nervous disease."

"It looks like a rich second generation with a convulsion in his head, and it's not just about taking drugs."

These words clearly fell into Rong Shichu's ears. The blue veins on his forehead protruded, bulging and bulging, like a furious lion.

After leaning against the wall and calming down for a few minutes, he took out his mobile phone and started taking pictures of Mu Changying.

"Little bitch, this time I must kick you out of the Rong Mansion!"

"Bah, what kind of thing are you, you are also worthy of fighting for my family property?"

I came out in the middle of the night to meet Xiao Xianrou, as long as I sent the photo to my father, this woman would be swept out of the house immediately!

There was a strong excitement in his heart, and he changed his angry appearance just now, and his spirits were high, and the corners of his mouth could not be controlled.

"Crack-knock-"

Rong Shichu's hand holding the mobile phone trembled slightly with excitement, and he took several photos from different angles in succession.

"..."

Mu Changying's phoenix eyes, who were leaning lazily on the sofa, squinted suddenly, and the color of the bottom of her eyes gradually darkened.

She turned her head suddenly, swept her sharp eyes to the left, skipped countless people, and locked onto Rong Shichu accurately.

"Heh... idiot, you don't know how to turn off the flash when taking pictures."

"You can also take pictures of your aunt's peerless face?"

Mu Changying picked up the wine bottle on the seat, stood up with a bang, and walked towards the bathroom corridor on the small high heels.

The black skirt swiped a slight arc in mid-air, and the soft fabric seemed to become extraordinarily sharp.

"Hey, sister Ying, what are you doing?"

Si Xian blinked, then slapped his thigh violently, "Oh, I'm going to do something!"

He rubbed his hands, also picked up a wine bottle, and followed with a trot.

Seeing this, several people in the booth looked at each other, then picked up the wine bottle in a tacit understanding and followed.

Rong Shichu lowered his head and admired the excellent work with a happy face.

He stuck out his tongue and licked the corners of his dry mouth, humming a little tune happily.

"Tap-tap-"

The small high-heeled shoes stepped on the tiles, making a crisp and rhythmic sound.

"Did you have fun shooting?"

Mu Changying stopped in front of the young man, put his hands behind his back, bent down slightly, and asked softly.

She had a charming smile, and her voice was icy and piercing.

Rong Shichu shuddered, raised his head quiveringly, and caught sight of that familiar face.

His heartbeat suddenly accelerated, his tongue knotted, "You you you..."

Come on, is this woman a devil? Can this be found? !

Seeing him "you" for a long time without saying a complete sentence, Mu Changying frowned slightly.

"What are you? Huh?"

The slightly upward tone seemed to be an electric current, making people's body numb and numb.

Rong Shichu was stunned for a moment, and soon his brain began to run at a high speed.

He held his head high, snorted coldly, and started to rake upside down.

"How can you fool around dressed like this? I'm so disappointed!"

"You look at my dad's money while raising little fresh meat, it's really shameless!"

It's not him who should be worried now, but this woman, because her true face is about to be revealed.

Rong Shichu raised his brows, arrogant, and the fox's tail was about to go up in the sky.