Chapter 765

"You're not enough to be a bastard yourself, and you still want to pull my little dolphin on your back! I'll kill you!" One after another, bowls and dishes fell from the sky like snowflakes, with such force that some bowls and dishes could be inserted straight into it. In the marble floor.

He Rong's tragic appearance does not need to be described in detail, maybe, probably, it is disfigured, with blood all over his head, except for two black and red eyes, the rest... er, it is not easy to describe.

"Face, my face hurts so much, stop hitting, stop hitting."

Qiao Yi's hand was so fast that no one saw it, only heard a few swishes, followed by He Rong's wailing and the shattering sound of porcelain falling to the ground.

Originally, the old lady and He Junshan were all angered by He Rong's words, and wanted to reprimand He Rong, but they were shocked by Qiao Yi's series of attacks, and gave birth to He Rong, who was wriggling and dodging like a big bug on the ground. sympathy.

He Junshan bumped his son's arm and asked him to pull Qiao Yi away.

He Yunting rebuked him, why don't you go yourself.

He Junshan: She hit people so hard, what if she hurt me by mistake?

He Yunting rolled his eyes, and stepped forward to pull Qiao Yi, Qiao Yi thought it was another servant fighting, and roared, "Don't try to persuade me, he dares to call me a little dolphin, I won't even recognize him if I don't beat him today If he comes out, my surname is not Joe!"

As he spoke, he picked up a large bowl of West Lake Beef Soup on the table and was about to throw it on He Rong's head.

"No, you will die if you drop it!"

I don't know who yelled, but in the next second, Qiao Yi's wrist was grabbed by a big cold hand.

"Jojo, it's me."

The face that was originally ferocious turned into a pitiful face the moment he heard He Yunting's voice. The small mouth was pouted enough to hang an oil gourd, and the big eyes were blinking. It was extremely wronged.

"Brother, he bullied the little dolphin. He said the little dolphin is a bastard. Am I wrong to beat him?"

The word bastard made He Yunting's eyebrows twitch. He held on to Qiao's wrist and patted her on the head with the other hand in praise, "Yes, you played well."

He Rong, who was dying on the ground: "..."

Everyone: "..."

"Oh." Joe sniffed.

Immediately afterwards, everyone saw that she was holding the soup bowl with both hands, but because He Yunting pulled her right wrist, she had no choice but to hold the soup bowl with her left hand, and then swung it back neatly.

While everyone was staring in disbelief, the soup pot hit He Rong's back with a bang, and a pot of sticky beef soup was poured all over his head.

He Rong trembled three times, his head was raised high, but he didn't utter a single syllable, and finally lay motionless on the ground.

Everyone: "..."

Qiao Yi looked back at He Er, "Second Young Master, didn't he pretend to be sick to find fault with you last time in South Africa? Now he's fine, I think he can lie in the hospital for a while."

He Er swallowed hard, and said, "Thank you, sister-in-law... Qiao Yi."

"You're welcome."

She looked at He Yunting and suggested to him in a very serious tone, "Brother, as the Patriarch of the He family, you must deal with this kind of person seriously.

Not only was he greedy for his sister's money, but the most hateful thing was that he would not let go of even a 3-year-old child, maliciously spreading rumors and harming the physical and mental health of the next head of the He family.

I suggest you to kick him out of the board of directors and not allow him to work in He's in the future. How disgusting it is to see such a person go to work every day. "

Everyone: "..."

The logic is so tight that it cannot be refuted.

He Yunting stroked her wrist and smiled slightly, "Okay, I'll listen to you."