The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground

Rong Shichu grinned his teeth in pain, and couldn't help gasping.

He sneered ferociously, glanced faintly at the few people beside him, and shouted hysterically: "What are you looking at, haven't you seen jumping on one foot?"

The few onlookers took a few steps back, curled their lips and complained, "Crazy."

"It looks like a rich second generation with a convulsion in his head, and it's not just about whether he's on drugs."

These words fell into Rong Shichu's ears clearly. The veins on his forehead protruded and bulged, ferocious like a raging lion.

After leaning against the wall to calm down for a few minutes, he took out his phone and started taking pictures of Mu Changying.

"Little bitch, this time I will drive you out of the Rong mansion!"

"Hey, what kind of thing are you, and you are worthy to fight with me for family property?"

Come out in the middle of the night to have a tryst with Xiao Xianrou, as long as you send the photo to your father, this girl will be kicked out immediately!

Intense excitement surged in his heart, he changed from the angry look just now, his spirits were high, and the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably.

"Crack - click -"

Rong Shichu's hand holding the phone trembled slightly with excitement, and he took several photos from different angles in succession.

"..."

Mu Changying, who was lazily leaning on the sofa, narrowed her phoenix eyes, and the color of the bottom of the eyes gradually darkened.

She turned her head suddenly, glanced sharply to the left, skipped countless people, and locked on Rong Shichu accurately.

"Heh...you idiot, I don't even know how to turn off the flash for a sneak shot."

"You can take pictures of my aunt's peerless face?"

Mu Changying picked up the wine bottle on the seat, stood up with a bang, and walked towards the bathroom corridor on small high heels.

The black skirt drew a slight arc in mid-air, and the soft fabric seemed to become extra sharp.

"Hey, sister Ying, what are you doing?"

Si Xian blinked, then slapped his thigh violently, "Oh, hey, this is going to make trouble!"

He rubbed his hands, picked up a wine bottle, and trotted after him.

Seeing this, several people in the booth looked at each other, then picked up the wine bottle tacitly and followed.

Rong Shichu lowered his head, admiring the masterpiece he took with joy.

He stuck out his tongue and licked the dry corner of his mouth, humming a little song happily.

"Tatatatat—"

The small high-heeled shoes stepped on the tiles, making a crisp, melodious and rhythmic sound.

"Did you enjoy the filming?"

Mu Changying stopped in front of the boy, put his hands behind his back, bent slightly, and asked softly.

She smiled charmingly, and her voice was cold and piercing.

Rong Shichu shuddered, and raised his head shrewdly, and the familiar face came into view.

His heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and his tongue was tied, "You you you..."

Damn, is this woman a devil? This can be found? !

Seeing him "you" for a long time without uttering a complete sentence, Mu Changying frowned unexpectedly.

"You what? Huh?"

The slightly rising tone seemed to be an electric current, which made people's body numb.

Rong Shichu was stunned for a moment, and soon his brain started to run at high speed.

He held his head high, snorted coldly, and started to beat back.

"How can you fool around outside dressed like this? It really disappoints me!"

"You're coveting my dad's money while raising fresh meat. You're really shameless!"

It's not him who should be worried now, but this woman, because her true face will be revealed soon.

Rong Shichu raised his brows and was so proud that the fox's tail was about to go up to the sky.