Chapter 1340： If you dare to call Dad, I'll pay

Ying Xiurui turned his head away and couldn't bear to look any more.

The more he watched, the more he felt that he was superfluous.

When he turned his head, he saw Du Mengmeng standing in front of An Mingchen.

In An Mingchen's eyes, the sarcasm was very strong.

"Open the palms of your hands." His voice was very soft, but no one would ignore the oppressive feeling inside.

"What's the matter?" Du Mengmeng stretched out his hand naturally, spreading it before An Mingchen's eyes.

"It's not this one," An Mingchen's voice slowed down, "It's... the one you just pinched An Bufang."

Du Mengmeng's eyes jumped with a strange emotion, but it was quickly hidden from her.

She raised her other hand casually, "Here, look, what's the matter?"

The hand was clean and dry, and there was nothing on it.

An Mingchen's expression became a bit deeper: "What about things?"

"What is it?" Du Mengmeng looked blank.

An Mingchen chuckled, not caring that others heard: "What you used to hurt An Bufang's hand."

Seeing Du Mengmeng seemed even more surprised, he continued, "Is it a needle or a blade?"

At that time, no one else might have noticed, but An Mingchen saw clearly.

Du Mengmeng absolutely did something to An Bufang, otherwise, given An Bufang's current situation, ordinary external forces would never let her go.

But Du Mengmeng just squeezed her hand and let her go.

That kind of jerking and letting go is a stress response when a person is hurt.

Knowing that I can't hide from the man in front of me.

Du Mengmeng put away her acting expression. She raised her head, her usual expressionless face, "So what does Boss An intend to do? Go and report me? Saying I am a murderer, I pushed An Bufang down. floor?"

An Mingchen almost laughed.

"Do you still want to give you a pennant to reward you for doing what is right? For the people?"

Du Mengmeng said twice, "If Boss Ann is willing to give it, I will accept it. It's best to give me a bonus, then you will be my father."

An Mingchen suddenly darkened his eyes, "If you dare to call me father, I dare to give money!"

Seeing that the conversation between the two became more and more outrageous.

Ying Xiurui walked over and stood beside Du Mengmeng, "Mingchen, Miss Du saved me today."

An Mingchen squinted at Ying Xiurui disapprovingly, "What? Do you want to agree?"

Ying Xiurui: "..."

He looked at Du Mengmeng, "Miss Du, this time, I accept two loves from you. If you need my help in the future, you are welcome."

"Two loves?" Du Mengmeng obviously didn't understand, how did it become two?

Ying Xiurui lowered his eyes faintly: "One is that you saved me, and the other is that just now, you rescued Xuelong."

"Oh, Xuelong is my golden master father," Du Mengmeng replied disapprovingly, "If I don't save her, who will pay me the balance?"

Before Ying Xiurui was surprised, she had spread her hand out, and in the palm of her hand, there was a blade with blood on it.

"I can do anything to get the money." When she said this, there was no expression in her eyes, as if she was talking about the weather. "Even if An Bufang's hand is cut off, At any rate, let alone just slashed her hand."

As soon as she took the blade, she said to Ying Xiurui indifferently, "So, if Mr. Ying is really grateful to me, please give me money, and the amount cannot be too small."