He cursed.

He made a little plan in his mind and stopped Yuan Miaomiao.

Yuan Miaomiao was stunned for a moment, "Qing'er! Why did you come out? Did my sister-in-law let you out?"

"Shut up your stinky mouth, who is your sister-in-law!"

"I'm sorry Qing'er, don't be angry! I was wrong!"

Wen Qing'er looked at Yuan Miaomiao with contempt, and then said, "What are you doing there?"

"I'm going to worship the ninth young master as my eldest brother!" Yuan Miaomiao said proudly.

Wen Qing'er frowned, "Are you so bad? Don't you know I hate him? You still worship him as your elder brother? Are you brain-related?"

"Qing'er, don't be angry. The Ninth Young Master is very good. You don't need to arouse such great hostility to him!"

Wen Qing'er gritted her teeth and looked as if she was about to swear, but then she thought about it and smiled, "Honest Master Ninth took you as a little brother?"

"I accepted it, but I didn't accept it completely. My Brother Hai gave me a two-month assessment period! It was originally three months! But I performed well, and my Brother Hai directly waived me for one month!"

Wen Qing'er looked at Yuan Miaomiao with contempt, and still smiled, "Yuan Miaomiao, do you want to marry me?"

"Qing'er, are you willing to marry me?" Yuan Miaomiao grabbed Wen Qing'er's hand excitedly.

Wen Qing'er opened Yuan Miaomiao's hand, "Don't touch me, isn't it disgusting!"

Yuan Miaomiao still looked at Wen Qing'er with a affectionate face.

Wen Qing'er did not hide her disgusting expression, wiped her hands, and then said, "So, you can get very close to him!"

"That's natural!" Yuan Miaomiao patted her chest.

Wen Qing'er paused and planned to think, "Yuan Miaomiao, if you really like me, you can poison this into the water he drinks!"

As he spoke, Wen Qing'er had a pack of poison between her fingers.

Yuan Miaomiao took a step back.

The smile on his face was restrained.

"no!"

"Don't you like me? What if you like me to do something for me?" Wen Qing'er asked back.

Yuan Miaomiao said angrily, "There is also a bottom line for licking dogs! My Brother Feng is my bottom line. Anyone who wants to hurt my Brother Feng will definitely not do it!"

"Are you sick Yuan Miaomiao? He gave you and the Emoji Soup, you were talking to him like this?" Wen Qing'er said angrily.

Yuan Miaomiao straightened her chest, "I'm a fool but not a fool!

I lick you in the end maybe I won’t be able to lick you salty!

But I lick my brother! My brother really helps me!

Although I still want to lick you! I can still tell which one is more important!"

Wen Qing'er gritted her teeth and glared at Yuan Miaomiao, then showed a smile, holding Yuan Miaomiao's wrist with both hands and acting coquettish, "Miaomiao, he is your fiancée, you just watch your fiancée be bullied and unmoved.

Is it? Any man will get angry! Just go and help me put this bag of medicine into the water he drinks, okay?"

"Not good!" Yuan Miaomiao said decisively.

Wen Qing'er immediately said, "Miaomiao, tonight...will you come to my room? I'll wear maid outfits for you!"

Yuan Miaomiao opened Wen Qing'er's hand, "You are so disgusting! We lick the dogs look down on people like you who stick to you the most! When I go to bed with you, I'm afraid of a rash on my body! We cancel our engagement

It’s right! You don’t deserve me to lick it anymore!”

After saying that, he turned around and left, and sent a message to Wang Han to tell Wang Han that Wen Qing'er would poison him.

Wen Qing'er stood there, her face twisted in anger.

Clenched both fists.

Take a deep breath.

He sneaked towards the place where Wang Han lived, preparing to check out the spot first and find an opportunity to poison him.

unexpectedly.

It is five hundred meters away from Wang Han's residence.

A gap between two fingers suddenly cracked on the ground under my feet.

Wen Qing'er's body trembled in shock.

The trees on the roadside were trembling again.

The leaves fall.

Make up a few big words on the ground.

Half a step forward!

die!

Wen Qing'er swallowed.

Lips tremble.

The eyes were resentful.

I feel small and helpless.

It's usually bullied by bad people.

Wen Qing'er turned her head aggrievedly and ran in one direction.

When I finally stopped outside a loft and rushed in.

A figure stopped Wen Qing'er.

"The old Pavilion Master has rested! Miss Qing'er will come back tomorrow if you have something to do!"

Wen Qing'er struggled and said, "No, I want to see the old Pavilion Master today! Old Pavilion Master, I am Qing'er, I have something to see you!"

The guard frowned and was about to drive Wen Qing'er away, the voice of the old pavilion master came from the attic.

"Let's come in!"

Wen Qing'er glared at the guard fiercely, "Watchdog!"

Then quickly go upstairs.

The old Pavilion Master is still sitting in a wheelchair and reading a book at his desk.

Turning his head to look at Wen Qing'er at the door.

"Qing'er! What's wrong?"

Wen Qing'er's lips trembled and she knelt in front of the old Pavilion Master in grievance, "Grandpa, my parents have also made great contributions to Penglai Pavilion. Now I am bullied, do you care?"

The old Pavilion Master took off his reading glasses and laughed softly.

"Get up, get up and say something!"

Wen Qing'er wiped her tears and couldn't kneel down, "If you don't help me settle the matter, I won't get up."

The old Pavilion Master laughed again and said, "Who bullied you? Tell grandpa, grandpa, go and deal with him!"

Wen Qing'er immediately pointed in one direction, "That Ninth Young Master! He bullied me. Look, I still have slap marks on my face! It has not yet swelled up!"

The old Pavilion Master smiled and patted Wen Qing'er on the shoulder, "Get up!"

"I won't, you can help me with revenge first!"

The old Pavilion Master held Wen Qing'er's hand and took it back.

"Qing'er, you have grown up. Don't be too willful in some things!"

"But..."

"No, but."

Although the old Pavilion Master said with a smile, Wen Qing'er had already felt the old Pavilion Master's unswerving attitude from it.

Wen Qing'er knelt on the ground.

The resentment in the eyes was like thick ink dripping into the water.

No one helped her.

Then she will help herself.

It took a long time.

Wen Qing'er suddenly raised her head.

The dim light in the room was stained with her expression, which looked a little ferocious.

"Grandpa, old Pavilion Master, I want to go to the Forbidden Island of Penglai Pavilion!"

The old pavilion master, who was still calm and composed, heard Wen Qing'er's words a second ago.
Chapter completed!