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Chapter 82 Support is coming!

A voice as soft as the wind broke.

It was as if there were pieces of glass mixed in, which was very harsh.

In the extraordinarily quiet and eerie atmosphere, this scream certainly attracted everyone's attention. Dozens of petal stools were as hard as iron, but Wen Xue, who had just sat down for a short time, fell to the ground.

The elegant white knee-length hollow skirt shows off its pleats.

It's not like he accidentally fell down, it's more like the stool threw someone away.

Wen Xue fell down and was frozen in the posture of a dog gnawing on the ground. The elegant swan with its neck held high fell into the mud, like a pearl falling in the dust. Some people felt sorry for her, some felt sad for her, some laughed at her and some sympathized with her.

Very few people can stand up and shield Mingzhu from the wind and rain.

The warm wine of the past is a living example.

"Wen Xue looks like she fell hard. Should we help her up?"

"Go ahead, you will be the next person thrown out of the chair."

Qiao Ran's very cold face couldn't hide the excitement on her face with the straight corners of her lips after seeing Wen Jiu blatantly take action.

The assistant behind her pressed her forehead with a headache.

This little ancestor has found the same kind.

"Axue!" Song Qianhua stood up, but found that she couldn't stand up at all. She was surprised and anxious, and looked at Wenjiu coldly in desperation, "Ajiu, your sister is injured. What did you do to me? I can't stand up! "

The emanating spiritual power was still hovering above Wen Xue and Song Qianhua.

White cloud-like spiritual energy clusters floated above the two of them, and the pressure invisible to the naked eye was like a very hard rope trapping the people below.

This spiritual pressure is a mysterious technique she created specifically to deceive others based on her strength.

The people inside could only maintain their original postures without her permission. Wen Jiu was very satisfied with this. At least the two of them could only follow the script she deduced, right?

Wenjiu smiled, "Don't be afraid, it will only keep you in one position for a short time. I will let you go when I see what I want to see."

"Sister." Wen Xue's eyes were filled with tears, "Why do you treat me and my mother like this?"

why?
  Wen Jiu rolled his eyes, "I haven't asked you yet why you always provoke me, my aunt. Who told you to be stupid and bad and disgust me with your unwiped butt?"

"Pfft-"

An unceremonious smile appeared in the tense atmosphere.

This made Wenjiu interested, and he raised his eyes to look for it. Qiao Ran, who was smiling clearly, paused, lowered the corners of his mouth again, and snorted at Wenjiu.

Warming wine: “·······”

Where did this kid get such a bad temper?

She was just curious who was laughing.

[Pfft, hahahaha, I'm sorry, I laughed. Now all I can think of is the image of Donald Duck stuck in the mud and sticking his butt out! 】

[Shh...Hold up your laughter, don't laugh so blatantly, okay? this is not good. 】

[It’s not that I can’t help it, hahaha. I’ve long been dissatisfied with Wen Xue pretending to be green tea. This is the first time I’ve seen her lose her temper, hahaha! 】

[Warming the wine is too much! Are you blind? It was the warm wine that caused the magic to make Wen Xue fall! 】

[Oh, I’m not blind. I just saw Wen Xue having someone cut Wen Jiu’s dress on the red rose plate, and there were all kinds of slanderous and derogatory words about Wen Jiu in the baby room. I, the lawyer, need me to sort them out. Send it to you? 】

【witchcraft? Is your magic used to ward off zombies? It hasn’t been a month since the Diancheng incident happened, and you’ve completely forgotten about it. 】

[You are so sarcastic. Isn’t it just because of her good looks that she defends Wenjiu like this? There is a financial backer behind this, so it’s not your turn. Wen Xue even said that the little assistant did it himself. We, Wen Xue, were taken advantage of our kindness! 】

Wen Xue has never been so embarrassed as now.

There were dozens of people behind her, and there was even a live camera in front of her.

Now that her ugly posture is exposed in front of everyone, where is Wenjiu?

Sitting steadily on the luxurious velvet chair, with spotless clothes, exquisite figure, and a face as bright as the moon, compared to Wen Jiu, he now looks like an ugly duckling!

His eyes were filled with ink and dark clouds.

Bottomless.

Cultivators have good ears and eyes, and even Wenjiu with murderous intent noticed such obvious hostility immediately. She held her chin and smiled brightly at Wen Xue.

There was obviously no sarcasm in it, it was all happy and bright. In Wen Xue's eyes, it was naked provocation, and she was so angry that she burst into tears.

"Ah Jiu, please stop. Your dad and uncle will definitely be angry when they come!" Song Qianhua's eyes turned red.

The eldest daughter in front of me is powerful and strange.

She had no ability to persuade her, so she could only move out of her husband who was very strict with their children.

Except for her and Wen Xue, no one here knew that she was the real child of the Wen family. When Song Qianhua changed the name of Wen Huairu to uncle, a trace of ridicule and sadness quickly flashed across Wen Jiu's face.

My heart feels heavy.

She covered her chest and comforted the person who had long since passed away. The softness in her heart did not melt away the coldness on her face. She warmed her lips and played with the taste: "Ms. Song, I am just a relative who has been fostered in your home. I am sad. You didn’t show any sign of sadness when you were sad, so now you are angry or not and have nothing to do with me?”

"You..." Song Qianhua closed her eyes in shock.

Her daughter is so cruel.

"Ms. Song, there's no need to look at me like this. I've always been cold-hearted." Wen Jiu said coldly.

[Is the relationship between Wen Jiu and the Wen family so bad? 】

[Looking at Mrs. Wen’s attitude towards the two people, it’s not surprising that the two sisters are jealous. 】

[Actually, it’s quite normal. After all, Wen Xue is Mrs. Wen’s biological daughter. 】

[The alarm clock I set has already rung twice. Has Wen Xue’s assistant not been brought here for three hours? 】

"Who said you were cold-hearted? If it weren't for you, I would have been ruined by that bastard Xu Jiahao!"

The closed door was kicked open, and everyone in the room was shocked.

Before he could react, a huge crowd of people had already entered.

Zhou Tian was holding a little girl with her head lowered all the time, and there were many people following behind her.

Jiang Yubai and Asen were the first to bear the brunt. Song Shaoyan and his son, Yang Zhong, Jingyou Jingbai, Xie Ruanqing... Wen Huairu and Wen Yanhui were also there.

As soon as they come in.

The lounge that could originally fit half a golf course suddenly became much smaller.

Jiang Yubai stepped forward and stood behind Wen Jiu. He had such a strong aura that no one dared to look any further.

However, Wenjiu glanced at them and asked in surprise: "Why are you here?"

"Teacher Wen, we went to your lounge and didn't find you. We happened to happen upon your uncle shouting for someone to be arrested. When we heard the noise, we all followed him."

"...So many people?" He warmed his wine and cupped his forehead.

Song Shaoyan jumped to his feet, "Sister Jiu, as your number one younger brother, if something happens to you, I will of course draw my sword and stand in front of you!"

He waved his arms and wanted to do something else, but someone pulled his whole body back by his collar.

Jing Bai snorted coldly: "As my boss, you have lost face and I am even more embarrassed, so I came here."

Jing You glared at his indifferent brother, hugged Xie Ruanqing and grinned, "Good sisters are bullied, and if our parents don't support them, of course we have to support them!"

"I have raised you as a disciple for a long time, and the master will naturally support you." Yang Zhong glanced at Wen Xue coldly, but was attracted by the white ball of spiritual power on her head, and said in surprise: "This is good This is great, it’s perfect for trapping monsters. Disciple, when Master’s birthday comes next month, I’ll need this mysterious technique as a gift!”

Zhou Tian stepped forward.

With a face full of shame, he pulled the silent girl behind him to bend down and said, "Wenjiu, I'm sorry."

With so many people greeting her, Wenjiu had already stood up.

Seeing Zhou Tian turning sideways like this, she frowned and said, "What are you doing?"

　Guess why Zhou Tian apologized? Who is the little girl she is holding?
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