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231 The Rich Second Generation and the Official Second Generation

"Don't make me angry!" Su Mang's voice was very soft, but each word seemed to break into the hearts of everyone present. "After today, you will understand that I am even more difficult to mess with than you!"

When the last word came out, Ling Yaming screamed. Su Mang suddenly let go and pushed her shoulder. She screamed in pain and fell to the ground. The girls she brought with her quickly gathered around in panic.

"Sister Ming..."

"Sister Ming..."

"Sister Ming, are you okay?"

Large beads of cold sweat flowed down from Ling Yaming's forehead, and Ling Yaming's face was filled with pain, and she couldn't help but cry out with sweat.

"You...what did you do to Sister Ming?" A bolder girl asked Su Mang with trembling lips.

Su Mang glanced at the ground contemptuously, "It's just a dislocation."

The girls breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this.

Fortunately, fortunately, it was just a dislocation. If it was a fracture, then Ling Yaming would definitely anger them, and life would be difficult in the future.

"Sister Ming, let's take you to the infirmary." Several girls helped Ling Yaming up from the ground and turned around to leave.

"Wait a minute." Su Mang's voice was not loud, but it succeeded in sending chills down the spines of the girls, who were frozen in place without even daring to move a step.

"Ling Yaming, pick up my phone before leaving." Su Mang's calm tone seemed to be describing something that should be taken for granted.

Ling Yaming gritted her teeth in hatred, her eyes filled with hatred and anger.

But she knows one thing clearly: "A good man never suffers immediate losses."

She was not a hero, but she didn't want to suffer the immediate loss, so she could only endure the humiliation in her heart. With the help of several girls, she picked up Su Mang's broken cell phone from the ground and threw it on the table.

Looking at the mobile phone on the table, Su Mang couldn't help but frown.

She did not ignore the strange feeling in her heart now.

Growing up, she had the best food, clothing, and housing. Apart from the various gifts given to her by her relatives at home, she had never valued anything outside her body so much.

And now... now she is actually angry, angry, regretful, and heartbroken because of a mobile phone given to her by Jiang Liuyun!

Jiang Liuyun!

Jiang Liuyun!

When did you occupy such an important position in my mind?

It's just a mobile phone. If it is dropped or touched by another woman, I will feel so angry and distressed!

What if...what if it were you?

If one day I really fall in love with you, can I tolerate another woman touching you?

Wouldn't it hurt me more?

Su Mang tore off a page, held the phone and threw it into the trash can.

She won’t want anything that other women have touched!

That's what it is!

People...even more so! She gritted her teeth.

Jiang Liuyun!

No matter how good you are, I will never fall for you.

Because...you will never be the person I want, whose body and mind belong only to me!

What a pity!

What a pity!

Su Mang sighed quietly and reached out to pinch the aching forehead.

"Are you unhappy?" Mingche walked gracefully and slowly to Su Mang's eyes.

The clean face, blurred eyes, and warm eyes made Su Mang's heart beat irregularly.

Su Mang narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at him.

The second generation of rich people are like noble orchids raised in a greenhouse, enjoying the most suitable sunshine, bathing in the most abundant rain and dew, and possessing a natural aristocratic temperament.

The second generation of officials are like the sun in the sky, born with a radiance that cannot be concealed, and everyone who sees it must look up to it.


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