The host of the villain is too arrogant

Chapter 610 Xiang Meng Erying [13]

As dusk gradually rose, Meng Jue wandered outside for a while, and came back very late.

Qingyin Pavilion is located in a bustling area, before we got there, we could hear discussions from all around, and the content of the conversation was even more frightening.

During the day, Pavilion Master Meng offended a rich man named Zhang Qiao. It would be fine if he was an ordinary rich man, after all Qingyin Pavilion had offended quite a few people.

But he is born with a background, and someone behind him was so provoked and angry by him today, so he brought people to smash the building just now.

I haven't left yet.

"Pavilion master..." The man's back was sweating when he heard this, he only said that blessings never come singly, but misfortunes never come singly.

Meng Jue's face didn't change the slightest, and he stepped into the building, a mess and dust everywhere.

The guests had all fled.

I'm afraid it's a little troublesome.

Meng Jue looked around and saw a person on the stairs.

Coincidentally, she also happened to see Meng Jue, and immediately raised her voice and shouted: "Pavilion Master! Pavilion Master, come and stop me! Someone is going to die!"

Meng Jue strode over, thinking that his actor had been beaten, and was stunned for a few seconds as soon as he went upstairs.

There was a crowd of people lying on the ground, screaming and screaming about the lying corpse.

Su Meijing, who looked weak and weak, shook the piano, rolled up her sleeves, and was stepping on that bastard's face left and right.

The crisp sound of snapping spread far away.

Su Meijing kept hitting until she felt better, and by the way, even the anger that had been pent up in her heart dissipated, then she let Zhang Qiao go.

She put down her sleeves and returned to the delicate appearance of a generation of famous artists, but when she turned around, she saw a group of stunned colleagues.

The corners of her mouth twitched calmly, and she picked up the pipa that was lying on the ground beside her, "The pavilion master is back."

Meng Jue nodded lightly, with no abnormal expression on his face, "Is he dead?"

Su Meijing shook her head: "No."

Whether it is now or in the Republic of China, you can't kill people, okay?
What do you mean dead?
She just punched back!

She murmured in her heart, but she didn't say it.

"Go and throw them out." Meng Jue ordered the people behind him, stomped on the people on the ground, and went to the third floor.

The man was suddenly ordered, and was taken aback for a few moments, and when he recovered, Meng Jue's shadow was nowhere to be seen.

Su Meijing chased after Qin with her arms in her arms: "Pavilion Master, I have made a great contribution, right? Is there any reward?"

Meng Jue kept walking, and pondered for a few seconds: "Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow are two days off, you can go to Feng Lingyi."

Su Meijing: "..."

What was she going to do with Feng Lingyi?
Stick to your face, cheap?
She lowered her eyes and said after a while: "No need, I want to go out to play and get some air."

Meng Jue approached a room, opened and closed the door in one go: "Whatever."

Su Meijing stared at the door for a long time before turning and leaving.

It was hard to forget a certain figure in my mind, and when it was turned out for a while, my heart ached again.

Girls should love and respect themselves.

Feng Lingyi doesn't love her at all, at most he likes her very much.

With such an embarrassing identity, there will be no good results with him.

Even if she married herself, with the situation of the Feng family, she would only be targeted all the time.

Since ancient times, mother-in-law and daughter-in-law have been difficult to get along with, let alone this mother-in-law wants to kill her.

She sighed sadly, rubbed her face again, rubbed away her bad emotions, and put on a smile again.

Stretching their heads and necks, passers-by looked curiously outside the Qingyin Pavilion, and saw the door suddenly opened, and a few girls dragged the unconscious, beaten-up man with a bruised nose and swollen face out, and threw him to the side of the road.

"..."

This is too tough, right?
She doesn't look delicate and soft at all.

It's completely different from playing the piano and singing as a child.

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