The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor

Chapter 883 The slap creates a problem (1)

Raising his palm high and about to land it on his face, Mo Yan glared sharply, raised his hand and gently held the wrist of the woman combing her hair, and asked coldly: "What do you mean, Madam? "

She never expected that this blow would miss. After Fan Meijiao was stunned, she pressed down hard with her palm, trying to hit the pink and handsome face. Unexpectedly, her wrist was tightly clamped, and she couldn't pull it out. Not going down.

"Do you know who I am? You dare to be rude to me, how brave you are!" Fan Meijiao said viciously, her twisted expression ruined her face that still had some color, making people feel disgusted.

Mo Yan raised her eyebrows, looked up and down very seriously, and finally, looking at Fan Meijiao's proud eyes, she said without sincerity: "I'm so sorry, I don't know who you are."

Fan Meijiao's expression suddenly changed. She ignored the guests passing by in the passage and yelled: "You blind little bitch, if I don't teach you a lesson today and let you remember it for a long time, I will take your surname!"

After finishing speaking, he shouted at the maids and women behind him: "Are they all dead? Why don't you do something to me quickly?"

 “Yes, Miss!”

After receiving the order, seven or eight maids and women came forward with a roar and surrounded Mo Yan. Just as they were about to catch him, they suddenly heard their own lady screaming in pain: "Ah - it hurts! Let go, let go, you bastard" Bitch, please let me go quickly."

The sharp and piercing sound resounded throughout the second floor. Fan Meijiao felt cold sweat on her painful forehead. She tried her best to free her wrist that was almost crushed, but she couldn't shake Mo Yan's hand at all. .

Seeing this, the maids and women were so frightened that they quickly retracted their hands, fearing that Mo Yan would use force to destroy their young lady's hands. Even if the murderer was taken down, they would not be able to protect their master well, and they would not be able to reap the benefits when they return. .

Seeing that the maids and women were shocked, Mo Yan focused his attention on Fan Meijiao again, and relaxed his hand slightly: "Miss, I really don't know who you are. As for what you said about beating you. The maid at home... is even more unreasonable. She bumped into me first and then made her move. Many people below saw it. If you don’t believe me, you can go down and ask."

Although I really want to teach this unreasonable and dirty-mouthed young lady a lesson, without knowing her identity, it will cause trouble for myself, so I can only hold back for the time being.

At this moment, the door of the private room next to Mo Yan was opened, and it was the four Xiner brothers and sisters.

The four younger ones were waiting for the eldest sister in the house when they heard what seemed to be an argument outside the door and the faint voices of their sisters, so they hurriedly opened the door and came out.

Looking at her sister who was surrounded by a group of people, Xin'er stood in front of her brothers and sisters without even thinking, and asked with some fear: "Sister, is this what happened?"

Mo Yan gave her brothers and sisters a comforting smile, glanced at Fan Meijiao's distorted face, and said, "I just had a little misunderstanding with this young lady. My sister is explaining it to her. You go in first, and I will explain it to her later." Come in."

Xiner saw the young lady staring at her sister with a cannibalistic look. It was obvious that it was more than just a misunderstanding. Afraid that her sister would suffer a loss, she pushed her brothers and sisters in who were shouting to come out to help her, and said loudly and deliberately: "Sister, you are the prince personally appointed by the Holy Emperor. Even if there is a misunderstanding, they should not attack you. This is clearly the fault of the following, not taking the Holy One seriously."

Xin'er's words were like a drop of water falling into a boiling oil pan, and the crowd of people watching suddenly became commotion:

“What, Junjun? This girl is actually the Junjun of Hejia who was personally consecrated by the Holy Emperor last year?”

 (End of this chapter)