Madam Dihao is not good

, "Get out! Are you giving her a massage?"

The servant was torn away, took two steps back and fell to the ground.

"Learn a bit, slapping is also a science, how to slap quickly and hard!"

Wen Wanrou squinted her eyes, with wolf-like starlight lingering in her eyes.

The next second, she raised her hand to demonstrate, and before the servant could react, she slapped her in the face extremely quickly! [

The force was so strong, so ruthless, and she came prepared, Chanel took a firm slap, and took two steps back.

Five bright red palm prints were immediately printed on her fair face.

And the blood slowly flowed out from the corner of his lips...

The servant stared wide-eyed in amazement, this kind of slap was only seen on TV, and it was fake!Unexpectedly, in reality, a slap can make teeth bleed!

After this slap in the face, Wen Wanrou's hands were a little numb, she flicked it, but the interest was not over, she raised her hand again

"Miss Wen, this is not very good." The servant's timid voice sounded, "Even if you don't tell the young master about this, if the young master comes back and sees the slap marks on the young lady's face, he will soon understand...Although, The young master usually turns a blind eye, but he will always take care of it if he succeeds."

Wen Wanrou stared at it for a while, thinking about it too.

No matter how unpopular this Chanel is, after all, her identity is here, if she slaps her and makes her a pig's head, it is impossible for Su Shijie to ignore her completely.

Wen Wanrou slowly put down her hand.

Just as the servant was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Wen Wanrou walked to the bookcase, opened a drawer, and took out cigarettes and a lighter from it.

She lit the cigarette slowly, walked back to Chanel, and sprayed the smoke on Chanel's face.

Chanel coughed, waved away the smoke in front of her with her hand, and slowly opened her eyes.

Wen Wanrou asked her to roll up her sleeves.

Chanel froze for a moment, she understood what Wen Wanrou wanted to do, but she still tried her best to maintain her composure: "What do you want to do?"

Wen Wanrou took another puff of smoke slowly, smiled and said: "