my gambling boyfriend

Chapter 112 Lan Mo, I'm Not a Good Person (2)

The woman wailed, and the faces of the other women changed. She called Guan Zichen's name, but there was no response. He just watched from the other side. When these women came, he said that they should not meddle in their business.

Of course he knew that Lan Mo would not allow others to step on her a second time.

"I know the consequences, and I only tolerate the consequences this time. You don't need to pay for my clothes."

As Lan Mo said, she let go of her wrist. Suddenly, the woman couldn't stand and almost fell down.

The person next to her gave her a hand, but she didn't hear Lan Mo's warning. She shouted, with her back turned to Guan Zichen, and she didn't care about her vicious face at this time.

"Lan Mo, do you know who I am? You, a little designer, plotted against Chenchen, yet you dare to be arrogant here. Sisters, don't forget the purpose of our visit today. She ruined Chenchen's reputation." , we are going to ruin her face!"

Maybe she had been dazzled by jealousy long ago, and she was going to teach Lan Mo a lesson in the name of Guan Zichen.

Guan Zichen curled his lips, and could even imagine the fate of this group of stupid women. Reputation, hmph, Guan Zichen never cared about the so-called reputation.
He raised his eyes lazily, and those women used the most barbaric moves, and fiercely threw themselves at Lan Mo who was standing in the middle.

Even he frowned, and even hated it to the extreme. Women are boring animals. He, the client, didn't open his mouth, but they kept fighting.

However, he still corrected his attitude in watching the theater, and enjoyed a gunpowder war between women in his office, which was fresh and speechless.

Lan Mo had known for a long time that these women would not just let her go, so she simply didn't want to bear it any longer. The presence of this wet clothes showed the anger in her heart.

Since they provoked her again and again, of course she had to take good care of her.

It might not even be worth talking about accompanying, this group of ladies who look like daughters don't even know the most basic fighting moves.

When they came up, they would pull her hair and scratch her face.

Lan Mo snorted coldly, reached out again very quickly, and grabbed the woman with red nails by the wrist again, this time without even a chance to hesitate, twisted her hand with her backhand and threw her to the ground.

(End of this chapter)