Gu Fenglin looked at Meng Jia calmly and bowed politely.
This pretty boy knows how to be polite, right? Why is he so good-looking?
Meng Jia became even more angry: "What do you mean? You don't know how to speak? Why are you pretending to be mute?"
"Keep your mouth clean! Who are you scolding?" Mu Yunhan was furious and stood up, guarding Gu Fenglin behind him like an old hen.
Meng Jia had seen her being cunning and smiling, but he had never seen her look so angry.
Moreover, she did it to protect this pretty boy.
He was angry, angry, and jealous at the same time. He immediately shouted loudly: "You scolded me! You scolded me for him!"
Mu Yunhan looked at him like a fool: "I scolded you just because of him, what's wrong?"
Even if Gu Fenglin is mute and can't speak, so what? She doesn't allow anyone to talk about him!
It doesn't matter if she didn't hear it, if he said it in front of her, he would be in trouble with her!
The more Mu Yunhan thought about it, the angrier he became, and he said loudly: "You must apologize to him right away, or I won't be able to spare you!"
Meng Jia also became angry. He loosened the straps of his bamboo hat irritably, approached Mu Yunhan and shouted loudly: "I won't! What do you want? He is dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, a hundred
Times, a thousand times dumb! Hum!"
Mu Yunhan pushed him hard: "Go away! I won't treat you anymore! You won't even kneel down and beg me!"
Meng Jia had just loosened the laces, and with her push, the hat fell down, revealing a half-bald head.
He was panicked, hurriedly picked up the bamboo hat and quickly put it on his head.
But somehow, a mysterious force hit his arm, his hand trembled, the bamboo hat fell to the ground again, and his yin and yang head was exposed to people again.
Taking the forehead as the midline, there is long hair on the left and only a thin layer of stubble on the right.
With his white-green-yellow face, he looks funny no matter how he looks, like a leek beaten by frost, lying wilted on the ridge of a field.
Mu Yunhan stared blankly for a moment, then burst into laughter: "I see."
The scene was completely silent.
The guards and slaves of the Meng family all looked to the sky, pretending that they did not exist.
A few people who were watching the excitement from a distance pointed and asked, "Why did this man shave his head?"
"Looking at how he's yelling, he's not a madman, right?"
"His family members don't care about him, so if he is released, it will scare people..."
Meng Jia was filled with grief and anger, stared at Mu Yunhan and shouted loudly: "Are you satisfied this time? I won't let you go! Just wait for me!"
After he finished yelling, he grabbed the bamboo hat handed by the guard with red eyes, put it on his head carelessly, turned around and ran away.
"Young Master, Young Master..." the Meng family guards shouted and chased after him.
The remaining slaves glared at Mu Yunhan and others fiercely, threatening: "Just wait!"
In an instant, the bustling sweet soup shop became deserted, with only a pile of pots and pans left there.
Mu Yunhan turned around and looked at Gu Fenglin.
I expected to see an angry or lonely face, but instead I saw a face with a slight smile.
"Master..." She wanted to tell him that she didn't have to deal with a lunatic like Meng Jia who didn't cultivate moral integrity.
"I don't care." Gu Fenglin smiled and shook his head. He walked forward to check it out, took out a set of brand new bowls from the box, scooped out a bowl of sweet soup and handed it to Mu Ying.
Mu Ying was confused: "Give it to me? Let me eat it?"
Gu Fenglin nodded encouragingly, saying that if you don't eat it, you won't eat it for free. He has looked at it and found that it is all clean and there is no problem.
Mu Ying drank it happily: "It tastes really good, fragrant and sweet. Do you want a bowl too?" (To be continued)