Chapter 1752: Stop Hitting Me. Your Hands Will Hurt if You Keep Hitting Me.

Ji Mianmian stepped aside to avoid Murong Sui Ting, quickly reached out and twisted her arm, twisting it like a twist, and tied her arms behind her back.

Everyone let out a long sigh of relief at the same time, looking at Ji Mianmian with admiration in their eyes. Everyone was thinking, this is Chinese Kung Fu. Sure enough, he is so handsome!

Murong Mian stepped forward with one foot and landed on the ground. His face returned to a calm look, which seemed to say: I have known for a long time that my wife is fine, my wife is great!

He opened his mouth and said: "Two people, come here and catch her."

Seeing that Murong Cuiting was subdued, the others were no longer afraid. Two of them stepped forward and twisted Murong Cuiting's arms hard to control her and prevent her from struggling.

Although Murong Cuiting wanted to struggle, her arm hurt even more when she moved, and she always felt that it might be twisted at any time. She did not dare to move, "Don't think that my brother is in the hospital. If you don't let me see him, he will... He doesn’t know anything, huh… nothing can be hidden from him…”

Murong Mian sneered, Murong Zhihong was indeed a very capable person, and someone would report everything that happened outside to him.

But, so what?

Can a sister kiss her son again?

As long as Murong Zhihong thinks that he is still the real Murong Mian, what he did will be fine.

The first thing the old gentleman has to do now is to establish prestige for his son. He is very afraid that after his death, some of the old shareholders of Murong Group, as well as his subordinates and relatives, will 'rebel' if they disobey him.

Now, Murong Mian took the initiative on his own initiative. Although he was targeting the old man's own sister, it was also a way to establish his authority.

Even if the old man wants to stop it, he will consider it carefully in his heart.

Ji Mianmian walked up to Murong Cuiting and asked, "Are you done?"

Murong Cuiting is now in a very embarrassed state, the corners of her mouth are cracked, the left and right sides of her face are swollen like bread, her hair is messy, and she is indescribably... miserable!

After being beaten so many times, her entire face was so painful that it no longer felt like her own. Murong Cuiting had developed some fear of Ji Mianmian. When she looked at her, her eyes flickered: "You...you, I warn you, No more…”

Ji Mianmian didn't wait for her to finish speaking, and said: "The last three strokes! Just be patient, it will be enough soon."

After Ji Mianmian finished speaking, no one else saw how she took action. They heard three crisp slaps, like firecrackers, going off quickly. She had finished the slap.

Two of Murong Cuiting's teeth on both sides were extremely loose. Her mouth was filled with blood. The blood flowed down the corners of her mouth. She felt as if the flesh on her face had been blocked. Her arms were so twisted that she couldn't move. She wanted to curse. However, his mouth was too painful to open, and only one pair of eyes was left, which could still spit out some anger.

Ji Mianmian waved her hand, turned to Murong Mian and asked, "Do you want to continue?"

Murong Mian nodded, walked over, and held her hand, "That's enough. Stop beating her. If you keep beating her, your hand will hurt."

Everyone...

This show of affection is so disgusting that it can send shivers down one's spine.

Where did the young master find this martial arts master to be so powerful?

Beating people to the ground every minute, it's so cruel, cruel, and cruel to the extreme, but... we like it.

Madam Murong watched Murong Mian gently rub Ji Mianmian's hands. Her movements and eyes made people feel that the girl in front of him was his treasure.