Qing palace plan: poisonous girl Fanghua dominates the world

Chapter 52 The Eighth Prince, Will You Die If You Be Strong? (two)
Little boys, you look at me, I look at you, it's not easy to start.

The boss is so fierce, what if he misses my ass in the future?
Seeing their hesitation, Mo Zhiyuan raised the corner of her mouth, "If you don't dare to slap him, you can slap him on the mouth. Let him keep his mouth clean and know what to say and what not to say!"

"Are you afraid of him? He's just a little bit stronger than you, why should you be your boss? You are all smarter than him, why do you swallow your breath in front of him?" Mo Zhiyuan observed while using the provocative method. Looking at the looks of the children.

Although Mo Zhiyuan was a 15-year-old girl, she was still a bit powerless in the face of so many seven or eight-year-old kids, so she gave up using force to resolve this matter.

They are all soft girls!Why bother to hurt your hand? !

"Look at you, all of you are such handsome boys, why do you want to lose face by following behind him?"

Sure enough, after hearing Mo Zhiyuan's words, several little boys who were often bullied because of their thin bodies clenched their fists. After thinking about what the fat man had done abominably, their heads became hot and they swung their fists.

Fatty's face was missed, and the saliva was spat out, flying all over the sky.

Then, a group of children started to move, beating Fatty's face from side to side like an autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves.

Mo Zhiyuan looked at the chubby saliva and felt a little disgusted, so she quickly said to the little boys, "Be gentle, slap your mouth!"

"En." The little boys nodded one after another, and all turned to Mo Zhiyuan.

She just has the ability to make people turn against each other, and then she reaps the benefits!
It's like digging a pit for people to jump into. When others jump into it, not only do they not find out that it is a pit, but they also want to continue jumping into the pit!

While they were fighting, Mo Zhiyuan walked up to the person who was beaten.

Squat down and reach out.

"Are you okay?" Mo Zhiyuan asked softly.

"It's okay." The man said timidly, putting his hand on Mo Zhiyuan's.

The touch of palm to palm is gentle and inescapable.

"You are, the Eighth Prince?" Mo Zhiyuan almost fell when he saw the person in front of him clearly.

In front of him was a handsome man of seventeen or eighteen years old. His thick eyebrows added a bit of fortitude to his soft face, his tall nose bridge, and his sexy thin lips. Everything was just right, like a favorite from heaven.

It's just... that pair of beautiful red phoenix eyes contained unsuitable tears, and now he was pouted, looking as pitiful as a child who had been robbed of candied haws.

"Do you recognize me?" Hearing what Mo Zhiyuan said, Xu Yusheng wiped away his tears and laughed happily, his eyes narrowed into crescents.

Mo Zhiyuan looked at Xu Yusheng who was smiling brightly in front of her, and didn't know what to say for a while.

"Eighth Prince, where are your servants?" Mo Zhiyuan frowned, "Why did you let you go to the streets alone?"

Hearing Mo Zhiyuan's words, Xu Yusheng pursed his lips, tears were about to burst forth again.

"Okay, okay, I won't ask anymore, I have something else to do, so let's go first."

After Mo Zhiyuan finished speaking, she turned around and wanted to leave.

Xu Yusheng came over and tugged at the hem of her skirt, tears welled up in her eyes.

Mo Zhiyuan clenched her fists tightly. For the first time, she found that the special skill of 'crying' was really cheating!
Glancing at the sky sadly, alas, how could she get into this trouble?
(End of this chapter)