Eighty-year-old Little Wife Earns 100 Million with Space

Chapter 710 Gossip hurts the most
In the end, Cui Manliang slapped her backhand. "Dare you do that?" You lost all the faces of our entire production team. "

After being slapped, Jing Junling lost her mind and rushed forward again.She punched and kicked Cui Manliang.Her long nails scratched Cui Manliang's face, and immediately scraped off a piece of flesh.

Cui Manliang also grabbed her hair.

The two wrestled into a ball, and finally developed to the point where Cui Manliang wanted to tear Mengyi apart.

People around are watching.

Don't be afraid of big things, still yelling from the sidelines, "Hit, hit hard!" Tear clothes, tear clothes..."

"Click to erase..." With a loud noise, Jing Junling's clothes were really ripped open.The position of the neckline reveals a large area of ​​skin.

Shameless man, took the opportunity to peep.

He and his wife and son were taken away with their ears twisted.

Soon, it spread to the entire team.

After Xu Jiahe heard about it, he hurriedly prepared to deal with it.Thinking of the news from outside, Jing Junling's clothes were torn, so he ran back to call Bian Chunlan.

Be prepared to let the daughter-in-law bring a set of clothes and let her deal with it first.At least you have to get dressed before he shows up.

When Bian Chunlan heard about this, she left in one breath.

She doesn't like the little fairy played by Jing Junling, but she doesn't want to be seen naked as an unmarried girl.

It's okay to hit someone with your hands, but don't wear moving clothes.

Bian Chunlan rushed over, drove away the man who wanted to take advantage, and then helped Jing Junling get dressed.

In fact, it's not as scary as what you wear outside.

At most, the neckline is broken, and the key point cannot be seen clearly.

But gossip hurts the most.

Those who have never met Jing Junling thought that Cui Manliang stole them all.

At this time, Jing Junling was crying in the dark.

Cui Manliang was still whispering: "Huh, I only know how to cry and how to sympathize. When they fought me, they were so strong and powerful! Now that their clothes are all torn, they must be very happy inside, They hooked up with so many men."

Every time Cui Manliang said a word, Jing Junling cried even harder.

"Come on, Cui Manliang, you are almost successful. You should tolerate bullying others!!" Bian Chunlan said angrily.

Over the years, Bian Chunlan has not paid much attention to foreign affairs.

Focus on taking care of your husband and children at home.

She had to make Xu Jiahe's clothes and Xu Caixia's clothes by herself.She worries about other people doing laundry.

So no time to deal with these people.

But that doesn't mean she doesn't know the good points of everyone on the production team.

You know, at first Li Shuyou wanted her to be the women's director, responsible for women's affairs.She was also given full work, but she was not happy.

The current female director is Li Shuyou's own daughter-in-law.She doesn't care about the women on the team.Even if she did, no one would believe it!
"Bully? No no no ma'am I'm not a bully. Look at my face? Is it rotten? It's scratched by a broken shoe! My head is bald too, isn't it? It's scratched by a broken shoe too! Ma'am, ma'am, don't look at this little fairy crying, when you hit me, you can hit me with energy!" Cui Manliang smiled at Bian Chunlan and made a small report.

Jing Junling: "You are talking nonsense."

"Shut up, you old shoe. I'm talking to the captain's wife. Your turn!"

"Enough!" Bian Chunlan interrupted Cui Manliang and said, "Don't talk about broken shoes all day long. Do you have any problems with the female director Hua, or my party secretary Li Shuyou? Or stay with our family, old Xu?
"What...how can I? I'm not..."

"Come on, stop!" You better figure out how to handle this!"

The Xu family and the comrades who have to be in charge of their own production team are still making such a loud noise while they are fighting.

Bian Chunlan now suppresses Cui Manliang and works for the Xu family.

(End of this chapter)