“If you want to look at your ugly face when you look at Ling Dasheng, you should just write the words" jealousy "directly on your face. Do you dare say that you have no feelings for Brother Ouyang? ”

Wei Mingju's body couldn't help shaking.

She tried to deny it, but found that the people around her were looking at her with increasing certainty.

That disgusting, despicable certainty, and the hatred that tried to trample her into the mud.

Wei Mingzhu's entire body swayed, his eyes darkened and he couldn't help but faint instantly.

And her performance is indirectly proof of Huang Ye Tong's speculation.

Immediately after a moment of quiet in the building, a fierce discussion erupted.

“This woman is too embarrassed to look at her face. Tomorrow morning she will know that she is not Ouyang's daughter, but she is still fighting for Ouyang's background and Ouyang's brother's prestige all day long, at our Yuheng College. ”

“In her capacity as Ouyang brothers and sisters, she still adores Ouyang brothers. This woman is as disgusting as her mother! ”

“Humph, this time Tian Jia threatened to shake the Guangguang Branch, as a result, our Yuheng Branch suffered, President Liu was fired, and our points in Yuheng Branch were deducted. Today, people in other branches laugh at us when they see us. This is all because of this woman! ”

“Yes, if she hadn't persuaded her dogs all day long, and she would have offended Qizi, how could our Yucheng Branch be in such a state of dislike today! ”

Huang Ye Tong took the whip in Wei Mingzhu's hand and handed it to Zhang Zhen. "Zhang Zhen, this woman always bullies you on weekdays. It is your turn to avenge Snow Hate! Come on, punch hard, punch Miss Ben! ”

Zhang Zhenxue shrunk a little and his hands trembled with the whip.

“How dare you!! How dare you!!” Wei Mingzhu shouted, “If you touch me, I will let my brother kill you. I'm Ouyang's lady. I'm high. What are you bitches? And that fucking runaway son of a bitch, Ling Woo-sun, Jun Mu-yan, bitch! Bitch! One day, I'm gonna chop them to pieces... ah-!! ”

Her scolding was not over. Zhang Zhener suddenly lifted his whip and pounded it on her.

A crackling sound broke Wei Mingzhu's shirt and a blood stain appeared on his arm.

She was so stupid after the pain, she couldn't believe Zhang Zhen-er, a timid woman, really dared to hit her.

Zhang Zhener's eyes still shed tears, frightened, but the twinkling of the apricot flashes a stubborn light. “I, I forbid you to insult the monarch god, and I forbid you to insult the free seven sons. They're amazing. They're amazing. They're amazing. ”

She still remembers the woman of the Fenghua dynasty, looking gently at her and asking her softly --

“What's your name? ”

“If one day, Yunxiao told you that he liked men, would you find him disgusting and think he was a pervert? ”

In the eyes of those eyes, Zhang Zhener, for the first time, mustered courage and expressed his support for his idol, Yunxiao.

Later, Yucheng Branch and Shaking Light Branch were in the same position, but she had been secretly and silently following Shaking Light Branch, supporting the seven people.

Then, her admiration for Junmuyan, for the seven sons at large, grew deeper and deeper, and even surpassed that of Yunxiao.