C96

"Is that so... Aooo … If that's the case, I agree, you shouldn't be darker than the Black Wood Ear! "

Chen Huan dug into her cochlea with her right hand, and swept her eyes over the women in front of her: "Do you guys like wooden ears or abalone?"

"I've recently made a small fortune, but it's not much. If you like abalone, I'll invite you to the next restaurant. "What if you like Mu Er? I don't think the white one is there, and the pink one can't be there. Well …"

With a flick of her finger, she pointed towards the yellow shirt that was still lingering around her: "Heimu Ear, she is!"

"Ha!" The yellow dressed woman was still wondering why Chen Huan was talking about the Mu Ear and the Abalone, but when she mentioned that she had earned a little over a million, her eyes rolled up straight, as she truly believed that Chen Huan was disguised as a rich young miss.

She looked at Chen Huan's finger that was pointed straight at her, and then glanced at the people around her, her expression suddenly changing. She stepped forward, forcefully pressed down on Chen Huan's finger, and pressed backwards.

In her imagination, Chen Huan's finger would probably be snapped by her if she tried to break it. However, Chen Huan also could only bend her body slightly, turned around, and struggled out of her fingers like a mud fish.

Her expression suddenly changed and she didn't even have time to react to what had happened. The women surrounding her once again let out miserable cries. Chen Huan's shrill laughter was mixed within, followed by a wave of anxious and ice-cold feeling from her body.

Lowering her head, drops of black, dirty water fell drop after drop like a sudden rain, falling onto her face and body, leaving puddles of water one after another. As he wiped the water off his face, a new drop of water fell on it.

Droplets of dirty water fell from his hair and rolled down his face along his bangs. The water droplets on her cheeks rolled down her cheeks and into her neck.

The yellow-robed girl had only used her hands, yet she was using them like a machine to constantly wipe away the dirty water on her face. In her neck and body, she could only helplessly watch as they recklessly flew over her body.

While she was screaming, she also looked at the originally yellowish and beautiful clothes that had been destroyed by Chen Huan in the blink of an eye.

The yellow clothed girl was extremely unlucky. Chen Huan did not even need to expend a single bit of effort to torture her to the point of screaming, and the women who followed the yellow clothed girl into the room and wanted to teach Chen Huan a lesson, were similarly unable to escape from this calamity.

The pretty make-up of the women who had been possessed by little fairies was gone because of the dirty water; the beautiful hairstyles were disordered because of the ravages of the water; the beautiful and luxurious dresses, dresses, and tights were gone, leaving one dizzy from the stench.

One after another, shy, beautiful, and beautiful women, who seemed to have just been released from a lunatic asylum, were chasing each other and screaming. Chen Huan sang and jumped as dirty water like raindrops splashed along the mop.

"Ah... "Crazy woman, crazy, crazy …" The fat supervisor hid in the crowd, hundreds and thousands of bright armor. He did not even have the time to think about whether or not he would just reach out his hands to the people beside him and cause them to become useless.

With regards to the mop, he immediately kicked out all the people who were trying to show Chen Huan some respect by rallying up a large crowd. After solving the problem, Chen Huan's problem popped out.

She glanced at the boards, the door panels, the corners and the floor of the toilet cubicles that had been damaged by the sloshing of the mop and the dirty water. He sucked in a cold breath, then reluctantly walked to the sink at the corner of the toilet.

"You're crazy!" The mop was thrown out of the cistern, and the black water immediately flowed into the sewer along with the water from the tap. Chen Huan stared at her and thought of the women that she had chased away like flies before, and suddenly sighed.

She knew that these people wanted to bully her, but she had always felt scared after encountering such a situation. She felt that it wouldn't end well if she went against them. In the end, he had endured it in exchange for them increasing their strength.

Beat him, you will have to beat him into submission the instant he attacks you. That way, the next time the other party sees you and is very unhappy, they can only think of the moment when they were once beaten up by me for provoking me, and then they can only look for their teeth on the ground.

That way, at most, he would be angered to death by the person who wanted to hurt him. It would never be this. He wouldn't feel that there was anything wrong with beating the other party to death even if he was beaten to death. There was a saying, "If people don't offend me, I won't offend them."

What if someone offends me? Then, Chen Huan would think of ways to make herself the other party's nightmare for the rest of her life.

Thinking about that, Chen Huan used her strength to lift the mop, and hit it a few times towards the cistern. She felt that her performance just now was too weak. Those few moves definitely didn't allow the other party to tame it.

"The next time I meet you all, the best thing to do is to pray that my mood isn't so bad, otherwise …" "Hum, hum, hum!" After saying that, Chen Huan picked up the mop, looked at the toilet which was even dirtier and messy due to her, and dove in submissively.

This time, she felt much better after beating up those nosy and bored women. She shook the mop and hummed softly.

The singing was cheerful and bright, perfectly suited to what she was doing at this very moment. It also suited her, Chen Huan's temperament. This kind of person liked songs like this. It was as if he had no doubts or doubts:

"Shua, shua, shua …" Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh … Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh … Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh … 1, 2, 3, No! En, it's cold, En, it hurts, En, En, En, En, En, En, En, En, En, En, En, En, En, En, En, En, En, En, En, En. "Oh."

When she finished singing, her buttocks, which had been happily wiggling, suddenly closed and lifted up with force, causing her buttocks to look like she was doing a very big movement.

"En … .Wait … .En … .Dream … .Dream … .En … .Insane … .Insane …." Please take mine and bring it back to me. Eat mine and spit it out … Sigh, heh, heh... "Ah, ah, ah..."

Such an enchanting posture, coupled with the unceasingly waving mop in her hand like a demon, and her voice that was even more hair-raising than the wailing of ghosts, scared several people who wanted to go to the door to relieve themselves, causing their backs to appear like fish as they silently sunk into the water.

"Give me back what you owe and give me what you stole from me. Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah …" Love, love, love... It was like we were in love. Every time, it was just a guess... "Sigh!"

Singing to herself, jumping and jumping, so happy, the small bathroom had become her concert venue.

She didn't know that she had sung in many different places, nor did she know that her singing wasn't a washing brush at all, nor did she know that her voice had already caused some people to be troubled and resentful.