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Chapter 47 So Arrogant!

What a "I can't bear it", what a "I don't want to make you too sad"...

She is obviously a whore and wants to set up a memorial archway, and she still makes herself look like a living Leifeng.

Is the person in front of you really the boy who earned 50 yuan from a part-time job and gave her all the money to buy flowers without eating?
No wonder, since the Yi family fell into ruin, he never took the initiative to make a phone call with himself.

It turned out that they had already formed a new love.

Looking at Han Xuesong in front of her, Yi Meng only thought it was funny, why did she fall in love with him in the first place!
"Okay, let's break up, okay!"

Gritting her teeth, she was about to rush forward.

As soon as the arm sank, the body was already pulled by someone.

"open!"

Yi Meng roared without looking back.

The other party let go of her arm, and then stuffed something into her hand. The heavy palm was cold and hard, and she didn't know what it was.

Yi Meng was in a fit of anger, how could he pay attention to these things, the guy who was worried about not succeeding, took a step forward, raised his hand and threw the thing in his hand at Han Xuesong.

Seeing Yi Meng grabbing a vase and beckoning to him, Han Xuesong pulled Zhou Yuxin to dodge instinctively.

Bah!
With a muffled sound, the thin-necked porcelain vase burst open on Han Xuesong's head.

Porcelain flowers splashed everywhere, and a flower of blood bloomed on Han Xuesong's forehead.

His eyes went dark, and he fell to the ground laughing.

"A Song!"

Zhou Yuxin screamed.

Looking at the tiles splashing around, Yi Meng also froze in place.

Flowers... vases? !

She raised her right hand, looked at the celadon vase with only the neck left in her hand, and turned to look behind her.

Looking everywhere, Situ Nanke was leaning on the reception desk of the western restaurant, looking at her with a smile.

"Keep hitting, it's okay, just don't hurt yourself. If you hurt your husband, Zhi, if you kill him, bury him!"

So arrogant!

"A Song!"

Zhou Yuxin had never seen such a battle before, everyone was scared and cried, holding a mobile phone in his hand and trying to make a call, but his fingers trembled and he couldn't press the number.

At this time, the receptionist had recovered from the shock and rushed over to help Zhou Yuxin lift Han Xuesong up.

The security guard and the manager had already heard the sound, and Yi Meng looked at Han Xuesong's blood-stained face, and also froze in place, her right hand holding the blue and white porcelain vase was also trembling slightly.

Walking over and taking the half-drawn vase from her hand, Situ Nanke reached out to hug her shoulders, and raised his hand to press her small stumped head to his chest.

He took out his mobile phone and dialed Chen Qing's number.

"Something happened in the restaurant, come here and deal with it."

After hanging up the phone, he hugged Yi Meng and left.

Zhou Yuxin just came back to her senses at this moment, and screamed out of her mouth.

"You...you stop, don't leave!"

"No wonder Zhou Qichang hasn't made much money after working for 20 years. His IQ is really flawed." Situ Nanke looked at her helplessly, "We are going upstairs to eat, not leaving, you still care about the person in front of you." Well, he seems to be dying!"

Zhou Yuxin was busy looking at Han Xuesong in her arms, and at the man who had closed his eyes, she just roared anxiously.

"A Song, don't scare me, A Song..."

Looking away, Situ Nanke turned around and led Yi Meng upstairs to the VIP box.

The little girl beat him like this for the first time, but now her mind was blank, she was placed on the chair by him, and her fingers were still instinctively grabbing his clothes.

(End of this chapter)