Chapter 1770: To be honest, I don't want to touch you garbage like this

Mrs. Murong (⊙o⊙)
Quarter cotton (⊙o⊙)
Claude (⊙o⊙)
Everyone was embarrassed, this ... the style of painting feels a bit wrong! Say good apology?
Ji Mianmian first reacted. She knew Mu Rongmian better than others. After hearing what he said, she felt normal after a short surprise. This is his style. If not, it would not look like him.
However, Ji Mianmian looked at the handkerchief in his hand, and Crowd, who was a stubborn chicken, wasn't it ... good?
Ji Mianmian is worried that this will bring more trouble to Murong Mian.
Mu Rongmian patted the back of her hand gently, and said softly, "Go, it's just a trash. You don't need to treat him as someone."
Anyway, he never regarded Claude as a human being.
Most of the in the trash bins has the value of recycling, but this kind of people only waste the air and have no value.
Mrs. Murong also didn't feel very good, and looked at Murongmian anxiously.
Ji Mianmian whispered, "Will there be any trouble?"
Mu Rongmian squeezed her face: "Trouble? What do you think is the difference between breaking one hand and breaking two hands?"
Ji Mianmian thought about it and shook his head, it was indeed no difference.
If he breaks one hand, he will turn to find his mother's complaint. The same is true for breaking his two hands. Anyway, they are all going to come and make trouble, then ... just a few more paragraphs.
Ji Mianmian nodded: "You're right."
Mu Rongmian patted her head gently: "Go, don't be afraid, I will support you."
Claude's frightened legs were weak. If it weren't for someone holding him on both sides, he'd been lying down, and he hurried to Mrs. Murong for help: "Aunt, aunt ... you can't just ignore it, aunt ..."
Mrs. Murong's face was embarrassed: "Claude, you used to be just your second marriage. I don't have any say in this family. Naturally I don't say anything. The owner here is Randy. If he wants to do this, what will I have? Method?"
"You're insane, you're all together ..."
He didn't finish talking, Ji Mianmian grabbed his intact left hand, "Seriously, I really don't want to touch you garbage like this, it looks dirty at first glance ..."
After speaking, Ji Mianmian twisted hard and clicked with a crisp sound.
With Crowder's heartbreaking screams, he rolled his eyes and passed out, and at the same time he fainted, his feet were wet and a smell of urine spread.
Mu Rongmian quickly pulled Ji Mianmian back and wiped her hands twice with a handkerchief.
Mrs. Murong looked at Ji Mianmian in shock. She saw that Ji Mianmian broke her two wrists with her bare hands twice in a short time. She was really frightened.
What kind of person is Mu Rongmian looking for, isn't she a makeup artist? How does it look like Kung Fu is pretty good?
She swallowed, taking a step back unconsciously, glancing at Claude who was fainted, and her heart flashed again.
I haven't felt so happy for a long time, this scum, deserve it.
If it weren't for the noble lady's support for many years, Mrs. Murong really wanted to spit, and she disgustedly covered her nose and asked, "What's the matter, what now?"
Mu Rongmian sneered and said, "What is this? I want more than this. Come on ... send him back."
Now that he has started to make trouble, he has to make the matter too loud.
Otherwise, Bai is back.