The Princess Reborn Will Rebel

Ouyang Chenyi and Ouyang Jinxuan were both stunned, but Ouyang Moer just smiled at them and then walked away, leaving the brother and sister standing there with their chests heaving and breathing heavily.

Angry, you two looked at me and I looked at you, looking at each other in shock and feeling that everything seemed to have changed too much recently.

Returning to the room, she walked to the dressing mirror and put the notebook Nangong Jue gave her on the table. Looking at herself in the mirror, Ouyang Moer's calm face was expressionless. She stretched out her fingers and traced them along the mirror.

Drawing on the outline of his own cheek, his clear and simple eyes were full of coldness.

Looking at her, her cool, pink, and watery honey-colored lips gently curved into a slight arc. Ouyang Moer smiled silently, but there was a bone-chilling chill in her smile.

Picking up the phone, Ouyang Moer pressed a series of numbers, then dialed the number. Listening to the beeps coming from the other side of the phone, Ouyang Moer waited quietly.

On the other end of the phone, Jian Yi, who looks as gentle as jade, smiles like a spring breeze, and exudes an elegant and noble aura of a noble man all over his body, has taken off his expensive suit, rolled up his sleeves, and the curvature of the corners of his lips is still shallow.

Of course, so elegant and decent, but those slender hands, like those carefully carved by an artist, are clenching their fists at this moment, punching one after another while kneeling on the ground. The tall and tall man has no power to resist and does not dare to resist at all.

He punched the man one after another.

The man's whole face has long since lost his nose, and his eyes are no longer eyes, but his simplicity is still noble and elegant, as if he is not beating someone, but as if he is playing a violin with a beautiful melody with his slender hands.

He raised his hand, and just when Jian Yi was about to land another fist, a man in a black suit and sunglasses with an expressionless face came over, walked beside Jian Yi, leaned next to his ear and said something, Jian Yi dropped his hand.

He paused with his fist, then grabbed the collar of the man whose face was already bloody, aimed it at his face, punched him hard, and then threw him to the ground with a look of disgust.

Let the man curl up together, his whole body twitching slightly.

Jian Yan took the white towel handed over by the bodyguard on the side, wiped his hands, and then took the mobile phone from the man in the black suit who had spoken to him earlier.

"Take him to the backyard. Wangcai hasn't eaten meat for a long time, so it's time to reward them." In one sentence, Jian Jian said it without even taking it seriously, while the man who was about to lose his voice listened to it, a pair of pupils.

His eyes widened suddenly, his whole body was obviously in terrible pain, but he still dragged his crippled body and struggled to stand up.

"Gang leader, gang leader, don't, don't throw me into the back garden, please, don't..." When talking about the back garden, you can clearly see the look of fear in the man's eyes.

The backyard, as long as anyone who works under Jian Yi's hands knows, it is a hell on earth. No one who has been punished wants to go there, because as long as you are thrown there as long as Jian Yi gives an order, then you will enjoy

Yes, that is, the real body is shattered into pieces, and the real bones are gone.

"Gang leader, brother, for the sake of me being with you for so many years, please let me go..."