I am a widow of richest man in the world

"Did Miss Meng promise not to speak? Or, you won't do anything? At least you were born in a famous family. Your parents shouldn't be so stingy that they won't spend the money to raise their daughter?"

Lin Yueer smiled beautifully.

Mo Rong's face, who was watching the play, was extremely poor in an instant. Everyone who knew Meng riwan knew that the word "parents" was her taboo.

"Oh, by the way, I almost forgot. Miss Meng's mother forced you to death a few years ago, and her father didn't want to see you. You must have no talent. I took the liberty." Lin Yueer continued to insert the knife, and finally nodded to apologize.

intended!

Meng tilted his head day and night and smiled lightly: "there is no talent and skill, but there are many skills. Does Miss Lin want to see it?"

"What can miss Meng do? Why don't you show your hand in front of everyone?" Lin Yueer sneered in her heart. She just checked Meng riwan's information and found that Meng riwan had no special talent.

As long as Meng riwan dares to go on stage, Lin Yueer will have the ability to make Meng riwan have no face to attend the dinner held by the upper class again.

There are all kinds of musical instruments, pianos and zithers on the stage, but few people dare to perform.

They are all rich people. They listen to the performances of the world's top musicians. Most people go on stage, which is no different from watching monkeys.

If Meng riwan is more powerful, can he compete with people at the master level?

In this situation, Meng riwan will be ridiculed if he does not come to power, and he will be ridiculed if he comes to power.

Gu hang saw that Lin Yuer was deliberately picking things up and said, "Miss Lin talks so much, why don't you go up and perform by yourself?"

"I'm not as talented and stupid as Miss Meng, so Miss Meng dares to perform on the stage?" Lin Yueer pressed step by step.

Meng riwan stretched out a waist, "forget it, you are so groveling and begging me. I'm really sorry for not performing."

Lin yue'er took a hard blow from the corner of her mouth, embedded her nails in her flesh and blood, and said with a fake smile, "Oh, what does Miss Meng want to perform?"

"Divide the corpse. Come here and come on stage with me." Meng stood up lazily in the evening.

Lin yue'er was stiff: "who's the corpse?"

"You..." Meng hooked his lips day and night. When Lin Yueer's face turned white, he suddenly added: "the little white mouse at home."

Lin yue'er's small face frowned: "I'm talking about performance..."

"I'm also performing. Gu hang, catch a mouse. Miss Lin wants to see me perform."

"Miss Lin, don't go so far. I'm best at peeling. Do you think my technique is neat? I'll peel off the whole mouse at once."

"Don't shake. What are you afraid of? Come to me in the future. I'll peel your skin to make you sober."

"By the way, do you know what color your internal organs are? Come to me one day when you're curious. I'll cut your stomach and dig internal organs myself. I'm best at..."

Oh!

Meng RI said later that he was using a knife. His method was neat and terrible. Lin Yueer couldn't help vomiting in front of everyone!

"God, it's disgusting."

"Miss Lin is so timid."

When the onlookers saw Lin Yueer's vomit, they immediately became sick, and the crowd talked about it one after another.

Meng asked with pink lips: "it seems that Miss Lin is very satisfied with my performance and can't control herself. Why are you hiding so far? I haven't finished the performance yet. Get closer and open your eyes. This little white mouse is like you..."

Lin yue'er was disgusted and cried, "you madman, let me go!"