Go to bed!

Where did this great beauty come from?

At first glance, why does it look familiar?

As if he thought of something, the porcelain man reacted quickly, stretched out his hand and patted his forehead, and said in shock: "You! Are you the boss?"

Quan Jin:!!!

It is indeed an extremely evil era of looking at faces.

The housekeeper at the gate was also stunned. Many people were immersed in the powerful appearance and could not recover.

"Who did you just say that you wanted to destroy the Quan family?"

Quan Jin stretched out his right hand and rubbed his ears, then looked at the prison boss with a smile: "Tell me to get out, right?"

Prison boss: "..."

Oops!

Things have changed.

"Second brother, she...she is your boss?" The prison boss asked the porcelain man in a voice that he thought was very quiet.

The porcelain man twitched his lips and nodded bitterly.

Prison boss: "!!!"

It’s over!

It's really over now.

He and Lao San had already suspected that Quan Jin was our king. Now it's better, they came directly to Quan Jin's home.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The prison boss carefully put down the porcelain bottle in his hand, and his smile was uglier than crying: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, this is all a misunderstanding."

The prison boss walked up to Mo Qingtian with a sullen face.

"Crack!"

He stretched out his hand and patted Mo Qingtian's shoulder very hard, almost breaking Mo Qingtian's bones.

"Mr. Mo, you have finished smashing it."

"Are you satisfied with this smash?" the prison boss said through gritted teeth.

I had stabbed Mo Qingtian to death three thousand times in my heart.

From the moment Quan Jin appeared on the stage, Mo Qingtian's eyes never moved away from her.

Seven years ago!

There is a rumor among the upper classes.

The princess of the Quan family has an unparalleled appearance, and even the top ladies from Xanadu's aristocratic families will pale in comparison when standing in front of her.

Unexpectedly... this is true!

"You, are you really Quan Jin?"

Mo Qingtian said with obsession in his eyes: "Aren't you... not so tall? Aren't you so tall..."

Doesn't he look ugly?

laugh!

Did you see it?

This is the man that An Yunnuan cares about so much. One second ago, he could have strangled Quan Jin to death for An Yunnuan.

One second later.

But because of Quan Jin's change, An Yunnuan could be completely forgotten.

"Are you still smashing it?" Quan Jin automatically ignored Mo Qingtian and stared at the prison boss with half-smiling eyes.

The prison boss' heart trembled.

no.

Feeling Pills.

Let’s first make sure he is not with Mr. Mo.

The prison boss coughed a few times, then stretched out his hand towards Mo Qingtian: "Mr. Mo, look, you should give me the money to hire me temporarily, right?"

"Three thousand yuan, hurry up!"

"Be smart, or I'll chop up your meat and make steamed buns!"

"Go to Mo's house and ask for it yourself, just tell me my name." Mo Qingtian said in a dismissive tone.

Prison boss: "No! I want it now!"

"I don't bring cash!" Mo Qingtian looked a little unhappy.

Quan Jin admired the expression on Mo Qingtian's face, as if his pride had been stepped on.

"housekeeper."

"How much are the things he smashed at Quan's house worth?" Quan Jin turned his head and spoke to the butler who was still in a daze.

The butler quickly recovered from his shock.

I suppressed the doubts in my heart and made a rough calculation: "Miss, it is estimated to be no less than 13 million."

Quan Jin narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced at the housekeeper, and asked again: "How much is it rounded up?!"

housekeeper:???

Rounding out five?

One house?

"Miss, one...million? Oh, ten...no, ten thousand!" Under Quan Jin's oppressive eyes, the housekeeper finally quoted ten thousand.

Quan Jin looked towards the porcelain man and the prison boss.

Especially ruthlessly: "I don't care what method you use, in one month, the compensation will be paid to the Quan family's account!"

"Butler, kick them out!"

What?

Compensate! Ten thousand!
Chapter completed!