Bloodthirsty and cold boss, I can no longer love you

Mrs. Zhou's voice became louder, which attracted everyone around her to look over, wondering if the flowers were too small, mistaking the sunflowers for chrysanthemums.

She then scolded: "Do you not understand etiquette or do you have some evil intentions? Could it be that Mrs. Leng's name is chrysanthemum, so she just wants to give chrysanthemums to please her!?"

Everyone around them looked at Mu Qingqian strangely. Everyone knew that giving chrysanthemums as a gift was unlucky and meant to curse people!

Xiao Xia and Lin Weier were watching the show on the sidelines, watching Mrs. Zhou make Mu Qingqian's ugly girl feel ashamed for them.

Mu Qingqian wanted to say something, but she was a little frightened. Leng Qianhan was about to go over, but his sister got ahead of him.

"Madam, this is a sunflower..."

Leng Bingnuo reminded awkwardly that as soon as he came back from outside, he heard someone shouting loudly, disturbing the atmosphere.

She continued:

"The flowers are a bit small, but you can't refer to sunflowers as chrysanthemums. Your eyes should be brighter, otherwise it would be bad if everyone misunderstood this young lady."

This man referred to the sunflower as a chrysanthemum. Leng Bingnuo was speechless and wanted to speak for the young lady who sent the sunflower.

Mrs. Zhou was dumbfounded. The people around her understood and saw clearly that it was indeed a sunflower, but this person said it was a chrysanthemum. She didn't know whether it was because her eyesight was really bad or because she had ulterior motives and deliberately hurt others.

Mu Qingqian's nervousness relaxed and she was grateful to the girl who spoke for her. The girl is also wearing a mask. I don’t know who she is, but her voice sounds familiar.

"Yes, this is my favorite sunflower." Yin Lanju also spoke, looking at the flowers the girl gave her, caressing the smallest one,

"The flowers are small because they haven't bloomed yet. They will bloom after taking them home for two days, which will make them more beautiful."

A smile appeared on Yin Lanju's face. She meant to take the flowers home and she liked the flowers the girl gave her very much.

Leng Bingnuo looked at her mother and liked her elegance and gentleness towards others.

Leng Qianhan also looked at this scene and felt harmonious. He hoped that it would be like this in the future and he would not be annoyed.

After finishing this matter, Leng Bingnuo noticed that the young lady who sent flowers to her mother was wearing the same clothes as the woman who embraced time!

"You..." She wanted to ask, but she hesitated to ask.

Mrs. Zhou suddenly said again: "You have all been deceived by her. Even though she dresses like a human being, she is actually an ugly woman who is shameful!"

"Madam, tonight is my welcome party. Please be careful with your words."

Mrs. Zhou repeatedly made things difficult, and Yin Lanju, who had always been gentle, also became dissatisfied.

"Mrs. Leng, don't believe it, I can take off her mask and show it to you, so that everyone can see her true face!"

After saying that, Mrs. Zhou walked over with her claws spread out, her claws stretched out, and Mu Qingqian couldn't catch her, so the mask was taken off.

He immediately covered his face reflexively and turned away, not daring to be seen. He felt aggrieved but did not dare to say a word.

"Look, she's so ugly that she doesn't even dare to show herself to anyone. She's definitely the ugliest in the whole Qingcheng!" Mrs. Zhou was arrogant and wanted to win the game back.

In fact, she didn't pay attention to Mu Qingqian's face and thought she was ugly, all because she believed Mrs. Lin's words.

"Little sister, don't be afraid." Leng Bingnuo could distinguish between good and bad. He comforted the little sister first, and then said to Mrs. Zhou:

"Madam, your eyes may not be very good. I suggest you go to an ophthalmologist..."

She felt embarrassed even standing next to Mrs. Zhou, so she gave her kind advice with a hint of irony.

"This young lady is not ugly, she is very beautiful!"

I would like to add a special sentence to praise the young lady. She is ashamed of how beautiful the young lady is, but she has lost some weight.

Mrs. Zhou was still calling:

"She's pretty, but she's just wearing makeup and a thick layer of powder. Her nose is crooked, no matter how thick the powder is, it can't cover it!"

Crooked nose?

Leng Bingnuo had an idea for a moment, and looked at the young lady again. The young lady deliberately covered her nose.

"Are you Sister Qingqian?" She couldn't wait to ask, feeling a little happy.

Mrs. Zhou answered immediately:

"Yes, she is Mu Qingqian, a foot-washing girl from Jinfutang Foot City. She has washed the feet of countless men. She is so dirty and filthy that she still has the nerve to attend a high-society dance!"

Mrs. Zhou was extremely proud, no matter how ugly she was, she was just a lowly foot-washing girl, and she might have to be sold.

Leng Bingnuo's face changed and she was unhappy.

"Madam, tonight is my mother's welcome party. If you are disrespectful, please get out!"

She was full of domineering, pointing her finger at the door, using her identity to defend Sister Time forcefully!

Leng Qianhan also frowned. He brought Mu Qingqian here not to let others see her make a fool of herself!

If my sister hadn't been protecting him, it wouldn't have been as simple as asking someone to leave. Instead, I would have found someone to blast him out.

At this moment, Yin Lanju was confused and confused.

Mu Qingqian is not dead? Who died?

What is the relationship between her son and her? Was it her son who brought her here?

The people in the venue were silent, and they were shocked after eating the big melon.

The one who ate the melon was that the woman who brought the flowers turned out to be a foot-washer. To her surprise, the daughter of the Leng Group defended her. She was more interested in how to get into the shoes of the daughter of the Leng Group.

Mrs. Zhou was silenced by Leng Bingnuo, and because of the silence of the scene, the atmosphere seemed cold.

At this moment, Xiao Xia slowly walked over,

“Miss, I am friends with this lady, and I apologize for her disrespect towards you.

May I ask if you have any talents? Why don't you perform a show for everyone? I would also like to congratulate Mrs. Leng and send you my most sincere blessings. "

She was soft-spoken and apologetic, and acted as a good person to lighten the mood, as if she was helping the girl who delivered the flowers.

In fact, she had her own intentions, and she wanted to make a fool of herself by asking her to perform. What talents can a person who has been in prison for six years have? !

Mu Qingqian stood up straight and no longer covered her face, but she was at a loss again and didn't know how to respond to Xiao Xia's suggestion.

What talents can she perform in this high-society place? Six years in prison have long been wasted.

"There is a violin at the venue. Can you play the violin? Why don't you play a piece for everyone? If it's nice, you can dance with it."

The violin is elegant and is quietly displayed at the dance as a jewelry. It has a unique artistic conception, as if it is waiting for someone to play the beautiful sound.

Mu Qingqian didn't respond for a moment, and Xiao Xia said, "If you didn't refuse, then you will pull it off. It's okay, everyone is looking forward to it."

Under the mask, Xiao Xia was smiling, waiting for her to make a fool of herself.

Mu Qingqian's mask had been taken off, and she was nervous again. She looked at Leng Qianhan, begging for help, needing his help.

But Leng Qianhan didn't respond, he also wanted to see her talent. When they were in love, because they were busy, they didn't pay attention to her talents, let alone appreciate them.

If he can play a piece of violin, he will be happy. If he doesn't know how to play the violin, he can also perform other things.

After thinking about it, I forgot about it. She had been in prison for six years, so I didn't want to embarrass her anymore and moved over.