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

When Mu Changying was about to enter the classroom of Class 7, her eyes were attracted by several figures in the corridor.

She stopped and looked at the farce in front of her with an unkind expression.

"Fu Zixian, I know you have never liked Yun'er, but you can't do such an extreme thing, right?"

"Yun'er was hit by you against the wall, and the skin on her arms has been scratched!"

Rong Shichu supported Gu Qingyun with a distressed look on his face, and angrily pointed at Fu Zixian and cursed.

Yun'er's skin was very delicate, and a trace of blood began to flow out when the skin was lightly broken.

Gu Qingyun reached out and carefully pulled the young man's sleeve, "Ah Chu, forget it. I believe Zi Xian didn't do it on purpose."

The pain hit her, and she frowned in discomfort, a thin layer of sweat broke out on her forehead, and her pretty face was filled with pain.

Her white teeth bit her lower lip tightly, as if she wanted to break the pain and swallow it alone.

"Zixian, Ah Chu spoke harshly to you because he cared about me. Don't take it to heart."

Gu Qingyun wrinkled her face in discomfort, and there were layers of mist in her eyes.

This fragile side caused Rong Shichu's heart to ache and his anger to rise slowly.

He sneered again and again, looked at the girl across from him aggressively, and said through gritted teeth: "Fu Zixian, you are so vicious!"

"If you don't apologize to Yun'er today, don't blame me for attacking you."

Yun'er has been miscarried for many years. She grew up in a rural area and has a simple and kind heart. She doesn't understand how strong the jealousy among girls is.

Fu Zixian has always made things difficult for Yun'er because Yun'er's light is too dazzling.

"Tsk...two cerebral palsy, which psychiatric hospital did you run away from?"

Looking at the two people seeking explanation in front of her, she almost felt sick and vomited.

Fu Zixian crossed his arms over his chest, with no trace of fear in his eyes.

Others regard him as the crown prince of the capital, does he really think he is?

"Don't be too arrogant. You may fall to your death one day without even knowing it."

Gu Qingyun is a psychopath.

He did almost knock her down just now, but he tried his best to avoid it, but who knew that this woman would pretend to pull her and hit her?

"Fu Zixian!"

What Rong Shichu hates most is when someone dares to make insinuations about his life experience.

His face was livid and his eyes were blazing. He let go of Lu Qingyun who was supporting him and then clenched his fist and smashed it at the girl in front of him.

"Bah-"

The fist was fierce, carrying strong wind and attacking Fu Zixian.

The people watching around quickly dispersed, fearing that Chi Yu would be harmed.

"Holy shit, is he crazy?"

"As a century-old family, the Fu family has a great position in the famous capital. If you really hurt Fu Qianjin, you will definitely be in bad luck."

"Hey, how could the prince be so brave? Most likely he was just trying to scare Fu Zixian."

Mu Changying's eyes darkened, a dark aura lingered around him, and his figure flashed and quickly joined the battlefield.

Her movements were as fast as lightning, and she disappeared as soon as she left an afterimage.

When he came to Fu Zixian, he clasped the other person's wrist with his small hands, and then gently threw him away.

"Fuck, get the hell out of here!"

Rong Shichu looked at Mu Changying who suddenly appeared, his pupils contracted violently.

He knew what would happen if he injured her, let alone being unable to defeat her.

But the fist was too close to her and she couldn't stop the car at all...

Lu Qingyun saw clearly that it was Mu Changying who stopped her, and her injured little hands immediately grasped the school skirt tightly.