Chapter 1750 If I Don't Beat You, I Can't Have a Pleasant Conversation

"You want to... weaken her."

"Soon, she will understand that this home is no longer a place for her to just enter."

Madam Murong looked at Murong Mian's confident look, and inexplicably... felt that she could trust him.

She hadn't felt this way for many years.

Trusting someone is a very luxurious thing.

"Then you figure it out. If there's anything you want me to do, tell me."

Murong Mian said: "There is one thing."

"you say."

"The credit cards of Murong Cuiting and her son have been frozen."

"Is this... okay?"

"why not."

"Okay... I'll do it right away." Mrs. Murong was very enthusiastic about doing this.

Murong Cuiting's mother and son's money came from the Murong family's account. Every penny they spent over the years came from this family.

Murong Cuiting is so extravagant that one can throw away the trash even if she carries a bag costing over RMB 100,000. Every time her credit card is maxed out and it’s time to repay, she calls her and orders her to pay it back quickly. superior.

She was so fed up that she could finally express her anger.

Outside, Murong Cuiting was shouting and cursing hysterically outside the gate of the manor, rushing forward like a madman.

But for the first time, the servants of the Murong family showed great fighting power. They lined up arm in arm and formed a human wall, not letting her rush in at all.

Murong Cuiting didn't come in at all on the first day. She stayed out until early in the morning and failed to get in. With a harsh word, she ran to see Murong Zhihong.

Unfortunately, she still didn't see it. When she got home, she was so angry that she smashed everything in the house, and then called someone to send a new batch of vases. As a result... she found that her credit card had been frozen.

Murong Cuiting was so angry that she almost died and scolded Mrs. Murong Mian and Murong for eighteen generations.

The next day, she took a group of people there, but it was still useless.

He couldn't see Murong Mian or Murong Zhihong, his credit card was frozen, and he suddenly changed from a rich man to a pauper. His life couldn't be worse.

After four or five days of fussing, she finally met Murong Mian.

Looking at the woman who looked like a crazy woman in front of him, Murong Mian smiled: "I heard that my aunt has been doing well recently."

Murong Cuiting screamed and cursed: "Murong Mian, you little beast, you cut off my son's hands and you dared to freeze my credit card. You don't want to live anymore, do you? Who do you think you are? You're a little brat who hasn't even grown a single hair." , How dare you fight for me? Don’t think that because you are my brother’s only son, I won’t dare to deal with you? I said you are my brother’s son, and you are the young master of this family. I said you were born of a bitch. Bastard, you are a bitch...if you offend me, I won't make it easy for you..."

Murong Mian heard her curse a lot in one breath and felt that she didn't even stop for a breath.

He looked sideways at Ji Mianmian who was about to get angry and said, "Mianmian, are your hands itchy?"

Mianmian was stunned for a moment, then seemed to understand, and nodded: "...Well, a little bit."

Murong Mian took Ji Mianmian's hand and kissed the back of her hand: "Go, slap her mouth a few times to relieve the itching."

Ji Mianmian shook his arms and stretched his muscles: "How much? I'm afraid I won't be able to stop."

"Just come to 10."

Ji Mianmian rolled up her sleeves and stepped forward. Murong Cuiting said angrily: "Little bitch, what are you going to do?"

Murong Mian: "Auntie, you need to cleanse your mouth, otherwise we won't be able to chat happily."

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Xiaoye: My wife is in hand, I have victory, come and get a monthly ticket, and I can tear up whoever I want to kill!