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

"Yun'er..."

Rong Shichu felt panicked and confused, and his uneasiness spread rapidly.

His hand subconsciously clenched into a fist, he raised it and punched the wall hard.

"boom--"

His fist hit the wall, and the five fingers of his fist were scratched, and traces of bright red blood came out.

——

Leaving the corridor, he came to the cafeteria unhurriedly.

Qingjin's canteen is divided into two floors, the first floor is a general area, and the second floor is exclusive to VIPs.

After preparing the food, I chose a portion of sweet and sour pork tenderloin, cold vegetable lotus root slices, and bitter gourd scrambled eggs.

It's a simple dish, but the chef's skills are superb, and the food is full of color and flavor. The rich aroma fills the tip of the nose, making people whet their appetite.

Si Xian sat in his seat and saw Mu Changying and Hua Qiqi with sharp eyes.

He stood up and waved to them, "Sister Ying, here..."

The boy's voice spread throughout the cafeteria on the second floor, and everyone looked in the direction he was looking.

"..."

Gu Qingyun blinked her eyelashes lightly and walked towards Mu Changying's direction with the food in hand.

She carried the food and walked straight forward, when a girl turned in halfway.

"Shua..."

The other party's feet tilted, and the dinner plate in his hand was thrown towards her.

The food, the soup floating in the air, was greasy.

"Sister Ying!"

Hua Qiqi frowned, exclaimed, and quickly put down the dinner plate, trying to block Mu Changying.

"Ah……"

She was holding the dinner plate with no trace of panic on her face.

Turning and twisting on the tip of her toes, she avoided the oncoming meal with one side of her body.

A series of movements are smooth, perfect, and the body is graceful, as if dancing.

"..."

Actually escaped? !

Gu Qingyun gritted her teeth, feeling aggrieved and depressed.

"Wow--"

With a soft sound, the food and soup fell to the ground, and the soup splashed onto Hua Qiqi's skirt.

"boom.--"

Lu Qingyun's ankle was crooked and injured, and she was about to fall to the ground, face down towards the spread of food.

Anger and anxiety flashed in her eyes... She took a deep breath, twisted her body hard, and bumped into the long dining table next to her.

"Well……"

He hugged the table legs tightly with both hands. Although he was saved from being exposed to the food, his head unfortunately hit the legs and broke his skin.

Hua Qiqi's face was filled with anxiety as she trotted forward, "Sister Ying, are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

Mu Changying held the dinner plate steadily, without spilling any of the food or soup inside.

She glanced at Gu Qingyun on the ground, and a cold light suddenly appeared in her eyes.

Spring flowers, spring flowers, are you stimulated today? He actually resorted to such inferior means.

She looked away, "I'm fine, but you, there are oil stains on your skirt."

Hua Qiqi lowered her head and saw the dazzling oil stains on the blue skirt, and her breathing suddenly became rapid.

Her face was ashen and she couldn't help but curse, "Fuck!"

The skirt is dirty. How should she wear it today?

Mu Changying glanced at the dinner plate in her hand, her eyes were dark, and she smiled suddenly, "Your food has been knocked over, so I'll give you mine."

"Sister Ying?!" Hua Qiqi's pupils widened.

What's happening here? Sister Ying actually wants to give the food to this little Bailian?

Although the food in the cafeteria is not expensive, it is better to feed it to the dog than to give it to this woman.

Gu Qingyun was stunned, holding her forehead with one hand, enduring the pain on her forehead and declined, "No, thank you..."

Why is this little bitch so kind?

"Now, this is my intention, why don't I use it?"

Mu Changying licked her lips with her tender pink tongue, the smile in her eyes deepened, and she walked briskly in front of Gu Qingyun.