1782 Stop hitting me, your hand will hurt if you keep hitting me

Ji Mianmian turned her body sideways and dodged Murong suiting. She quickly reached out and twisted her arms, binding her arms behind her like twisting a fried dough twist.

Everyone let out a long sigh of relief at the same time. They looked at Ji Mianmian with admiration in their eyes. Everyone was thinking,'so this is Chinese Kungfu. As expected, it's so cool!'

Murong Mian's foot landed on the ground, and her face returned to its usual calm expression, as if to say,"I knew my wife was fine. My wife is the best!

"Two men, come over and catch her," he said.

Seeing Murong cuiting being subdued, the others weren't afraid anymore. Two of them took the initiative to step forward and forcefully twisted Murong cuiting's arms, preventing her from struggling.

Although Murong cuiting wanted to struggle, the moment she moved, her arm hurt even more. She felt like it could break at any moment. She didn't dare to move,"don't think that just because my brother is in the hospital and you don't let me see him, he ... Doesn't know anything. Hmph ... Nothing can be hidden from him ..."

Murong Mian laughed coldly. Murong Zhihong was indeed a capable man. Someone would report everything that happened to him.

But, so what?

No matter how close her sister was, could she kiss her son more?

As long as Murong Zhihong still believed that he was the real Murong Mian, he would be fine.

The first thing that the old man had to do now was to establish his son's prestige. He was afraid that after his death, some of the old shareholders, subordinates, and relatives of Murong Corporation would not be convinced by him and would 'rebel'.

Now, Murong Mian had taken the initiative to do it. Even though she was targeting the old man's sister, it was also a way to establish her authority.

Even if the old man wanted to stop him, he would think about it carefully.

Ji Mianmian walked in front of Murong cuiting and asked,""Are you done?"

Murong cui ting was in a sorry state. The corner of her mouth was cracked, both sides of her face were swollen like bread, her hair was messy, her entire person was indescribably ... Miserable!

After being hit so many times, her face hurt so much that it did not feel like it belonged to her anymore. Murong cuiting was already a little afraid of Ji Mianmian. When she looked at her, her eyes flickered."You ... I'm warning you, don't ..."

Ji Mianmian did not wait for her to finish her sentence again and said,""The last three! Bear with it for a while, it'll be enough soon. "

After Ji Mianmian finished speaking, no one saw how she did it, but they heard three crisp slaps that sounded like firecrackers. She was done.

Two of Murong cuiting's teeth were already very loose. Her mouth was filled with blood, and the blood was flowing down the corner of her mouth. She felt like her face was being slapped, and her arms were twisted so hard that she couldn't move. She wanted to curse, but her mouth was in so much pain that she couldn't open it. Only her eyes could still spit out some anger.

Ji Mianmian shook her hand and turned to ask Murong Mian,""Do you want to continue?"

Murong Mian nodded, walked over, and held her hand."That's enough, stop hitting me. If you keep hitting me, my hand will hurt."

Everyone ...

This display of affection was mushy, but it also sent a chill down one's spine.

Where did the young master find such a powerful martial arts expert?

Beating people down in minutes was simply brutal, brutal, and brutal to the extreme, but ... We like it.

Madam Murong watched as Murong Mian gently massaged Ji Mianmian's hands. Her actions and gaze made one think that the girl in front of him was his treasure.