The Almighty Wife explodes

Meng Jiancheng was not much better, his face turned from blue to red, shame and anger intertwined, changing like a palette.

How much she loved Meng Qingya before, now she dislikes her so much, her first reaction was to throw her out.

However, Meng Qingya seemed to have sensed his thoughts and hugged his neck tightly. Now that she has lost all face, if it is known that she is faking dizziness, her reputation can be said to be completely ruined.

Under the eyes of everyone who couldn't explain what they said, Meng Jiancheng hurried away holding Meng Qingya, no one thought of helping, so as not to cause a commotion.

After the two left, someone finally couldn't help laughing out loud, and the laughter almost toppled the ceiling.

After admiring the farce, Gu Yancheng looked at the smug Meng Yao. It was obviously an accident, but he felt that he couldn't get involved with her.

Is there really such a coincidence in the world?The deep gaze flicked across Meng Yao's arm, her ten fingers were long and slender, and her pale pink nails were like crescent moons, making her look extraordinarily delicate and small.

"You are lucky."

Looking at the backs of the two, Meng Yao curled her lips. If she wasn't worried that this group of people would cause other unnecessary troubles if they didn't beat them, they would have thrown away their ashes long ago.

However, the original owner's body is really a bit fragile, and if he takes good care of it in the future, he may be able to restore [-]% of his previous life's strength.

Seeing the end of the farce, the middle-aged man seemed to be forgotten. Seeing that Meng Yao didn't hold him accountable, he slipped away long ago when no one was paying attention.

Meng Yao leisurely pulled out the dagger from the wall and was about to leave, but a deep male voice came from behind.

"stop."

Meng Yao didn't even pause in her footsteps, and walked forward without turning her head. If she was asked to stop, she would stop, wouldn't it be embarrassing for her.

Gu Yancheng looked at Meng Yao in front of him and left without turning his head. No one had ever dared to use such an attitude, let alone ignore his words. The wrinkles between his brows were like undulating mountains.

Striding forward, blocking people at the door, her slender and powerful body completely wrapped her petite body inside, like a beast ready to go.

Meng Yao raised her eyelids and met a pair of unfathomable eyes. She couldn't help raising her eyebrows, "What are you doing?"

Gu Yancheng said expressionlessly: "Bring it."

The tone of this order and order made Meng Yao feel a little unhappy, "I refuse."

She raised the dagger, and the sharp white blade reflected a small face full of spirits.

"I can use this thing easily, Bent—" Realizing that she is no longer an agent in her previous life, Meng Yao hastily changed her words, "Miss Ben will recruit her."

Hearing these righteous words, Gu Yancheng's face became even more gloomy, as if water would drip out in the next second, "Bring it!"

Gu Yancheng is the person in charge of the Gu family, with ruthless means, coupled with his cold face all the year round, people who provoke him usually have no good results, so he is nicknamed "Cold Face Yan Luo."

Ordinary people would have been terrified when they saw this face, but who is Meng Yao, how could she be easily frightened, she stared, "If you have the ability, come and grab it."

Gu Yancheng's patience was exhausted, his thin lips were tightly pursed, showing his master's displeasure, and he went up to meet him without saying a word, like a tiger descending a mountain.

Meng Yao, who didn't think much of him before, was a little surprised at the moment, and couldn't tell that this man was quite capable.

The two wrestled together for an instant.

But the original owner's body is weak, Meng Yao is gradually at a disadvantage, Gu Yancheng seems to have seen this, but the offensive becomes more and more fierce.

Finding the right time, he caught Meng Yao with his backhand and pulled him to his side.

Meng Yao struggled to break free, but during the struggle, she encountered a piece of cool skin, like ice, just like Gu Yancheng.

The soft lips brushed against Gu Yancheng's cheeks, as if a dragonfly touched water, and he let go of his hand like an electric shock.

Gaining a chance to breathe, Meng Yao landed on one side like a dexterous swallow, and saw Gu Yancheng took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his face, which was exactly where she accidentally touched it.

"what do you mean!"