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

Chapter 207 What does Second Master Rong mean in Mingdu City?

Gu Xichen's big, thinly callused hands gently touched the corners of Gu Qingyun's eyes, with infinite love and worry in his black eyes.

"Yun'er, stop crying, brother will avenge you right away!"

After he finished speaking, he looked at Bai Mo opposite him gloomily, and the unruly look on his face became vicious.

Is Yun'er also the kind of person who can be bullied casually?

"Brother...there's no need...I twisted it all accidentally..."

Gu Qingyun bit her lower lip with her white teeth, and the tears in her eyes could not help but slide down her white cheeks.

She reached out and gently grabbed Gu Xichen's wrist, trying to stop him from being impulsive.

This cheap brother is really stubborn, he just rushes forward without thinking.

Although Teacher Bai is only a small class teacher, if today's affairs are not handled well, it will affect her hard-working image in the school.

"Yun'er, you are so kind. It was this guy who pushed you on purpose just now!"

"I really can't swallow this breath. I must let this brat know what it means to be a man of heaven and earth!"

Gu Xichen let go of her hand with a gloomy face, frowned and walked towards the opposite side.

Bai Mo: Damn, is this guy not a 250-year-old?

"Haha... I originally planned to compensate you for the repair costs of your car, but now I don't mind compensating you for more hospital bills!"

He snorted coldly and started talking nonsense.

When Gu Xichen came to the man, a strange look flashed in his eyes when his eyes fell on Bai Mo's face.

Strange, why does this guy look familiar? Have they met somewhere before?

"It's just you? Heh, I think you'd better not make a conclusion so early, otherwise you'll be beaten so badly that your parents won't even recognize you."

The soft white face of Bai Mo twitched slightly, and his thick eyebrows raised his eyes full of doubts.

Hey, it's not dark yet. Is this guy just daydreaming?

Gu Xichen's brows turned cold, "Young pretty boy, what the hell are you going to say to me again?"

This fair, tender, frail man is so small that at first glance he is not his sailor.

"..."

Huh, pretty boy?

The corners of Bai Mo's mouth, which was still slightly smiling, were pulled down, and his dark eyes were full of coldness.

He clenched his hands into fists, "Your mouth stinks..."

"Oh? It turns out that my first special assistant is just a useless pretty boy in the eyes of Master Gu?"

As the swords were tense, a sinister voice suddenly sounded, with countless venom in its low hoarse voice.

"Who do you think you are..."

Gu Xichen was about to reply, but when his eyes met the man's dark and unpredictable eyes, his body suddenly froze, and he stood there as if struck by lightning.

"You are very brave."

"Who am I in Mingdu City? You need to go back and ask your father about this."

After all...even Gu Zhan had to respectfully call him "Second Master" in front of him.

"Master Gu, why don't you speak? Huh?"

He rubbed it gently with his thumb and index finger, and the gloomy look on his face became more intense.

There is an aura of chilling violence surrounding the man, which can make people feel as if he is overwhelmed by a mountain even without raising his chin.

"..."

"Rong...Second Master...Sorry, I was still drunk just now, so I was a little confused."

Facing the most cruel man in Mingdu City, Gu Xichen was so frightened that his heart beat like a drum for a moment.

After being stunned for a moment, he put away the look of astonishment on his face, raised his right hand and inserted it into the hair on his forehead and scratched it a few times.

Mad, what kind of luck is this? Can you hit Mr. Rong's car casually on the road?

"elder brother……"

The atmosphere at the scene was too weird, and the unilateral suppression made people breathless.

Gu Qingyun endured the pain in her ankle and limped to Gu Xichen's side.

"Second Master, my brother accidentally hit your car because he was in a hurry to send me to school..."

Her face was a little pale, and her slender hands were holding on to her skirt uneasily.