Chapter 1862 Fanning the Flames

There was a smug sneer on the corner of Jiang Rong's mouth! !

Now it's all right, as long as Mrs. Lianzi takes action, Chou'er can be cleaned up easily.

In this way, their threat will no longer exist.

Immediately igniting the flames, he scolded in a low voice: "Chouer, what's the matter with you? In front of everyone, how can you make Madam so difficult to get off the stage?!"

Her voice was not loud, Madam Chongding couldn't hear it, but Madam Lianzi could hear it clearly.

Mrs. Chong Ding's loud laughter made Mrs. Lianzi unable to get off the stage, her face was red and she was furious.

Now being so ignited by Jiang Rong, the anger became even stronger, and he raised his hand immediately, and slapped him unceremoniously.

"Bitch!!"

Ling Luoyu's eyes were cold, and she raised her hand to block it pretending to be panicked.

The moment she raised her hand, she grabbed the hot teapot and bumped into Mrs. Lianzi's slender hand.

"Ah..." Amidst the screams, Mrs. Lianzi jumped up.

"lady……"

Jiang Rong and the others also changed their expressions greatly, and surrounded them in exclamation.

"How are you, ma'am?"

"Madam's hand is burnt, go and get some ointment..."

"..."

Mrs. Lianzi's maid was in a mess, and Mrs. Chongding also pretended to come forward.

"What's wrong? What happened to my sister's hand?"

Mrs. Lianzi's tender white fingers were now red and swollen like red-skinned shrimps, and dozens of blisters of different sizes were scalded on the back of her hand.

Mrs. Lianzi just screamed, as if she lost her soul, her face turned pale: "My hand...my hand...my hand is useless..."

Jiang Rong held her wrist to prevent her from scratching: "What are you still doing in a daze? Why don't you hurry up and get the ointment for the burn??"

All the maids looked at each other immediately.

They came to demonstrate, oh no, they came to visit.

Since you are here as a guest, who would bring ointment for burns and scalds when going out? !

The only person who has ointment in this place is Mrs. Chongding.

But she saw Mrs. Lianzi's injury in her eyes, and she didn't say a word about asking people to take the ointment, so how could they let these servants speak? ?

If she had the heart, she would have been fetched long ago, why would she pretend like nothing happened now?

How could Mrs. Chongding not hear what Jiang Rong and others said, but she just pretended to be confused and just kept comforting Mrs. Lianzi.

"Sister, wait for a while, it will be fine soon, it will be fine soon..."

Everyone said what a fart.

If you don't use the ointment like this, you won't be able to get better for the rest of your life.

But at this time, no one dared to mention the ointment, so as not to offend Mrs. Chongding, and they all comforted Mrs. Lianzi with bravado,

Mrs. Lianzi's screaming voice became hoarse, and the pain on the back of her hand became more and more clear.

"What about the ointment, why hasn't the ointment been brought yet?"

Jiang Rong also pretended to yell at the people behind her: "A group of useless things, why are they so slow?! Go and hurry up..."

Mrs. Chong Ding saw Mrs. Lianzi's hands getting more and more purple, and the blisters were getting bigger and bigger, so she deliberately yelled angrily.

"Come here, let's go and see what's going on? You can procrastinate so slowly with an ointment..."

Sister Ma understood, and quickly nodded: "Slave servant, go and remind me now!!"

She tossed and tossed for a long time before she got the ointment and applied it on Mrs. Lianzi.

At this time, Mrs. Lianzi's voice was already hoarse, and she was leaning against Jiang Rong's arms like a collapse, weak.