Quick Transmigration: The vixen is entangled by the sickly school grass

Chapter 2 Canary's Counterattack

Ran Fu nodded in satisfaction and moved her shoulders. This is what she wanted to do.

001 saw that Ran Fu was enveloped in a fierce aura of rushing out to kill people, so nervous that his voice became high-pitched, "Big host, what are you?"

Ran Fu glanced at Tuanzi and said, "Of course I'm going to complete the task!"

Accompanied by the scream of the system, Ran Fu pushed open the door and walked straight to the banquet hall.

In the hall with a height of six meters, a giant crystal tassel lamp hangs from the carved ceiling, and the bright light reflects the room like daylight.

The paintings on the walls, the sculptures and other handicrafts on the display cabinets all show off the taste and wealth of the owner.

Ran Fu, who had just come from the demon world, couldn't appreciate these things. She squinted her eyes, locked a familiar figure in the crowd of people drinking wine, and strode forward.

The men who were talking were silent for a second when they saw Ran Fu.

Look at that delicate face, it really fits her name!The face looks like hibiscus!
Under the willow-like eyebrows, there is a pair of eyes that are more charming than peach blossoms.

Eye waves flow, captivating.

A hint of envy rose in both pairs of cloudy eyes.

"President Tang is about to enjoy himself!"

"Don't say it! I feel itchy just looking at it!"

"Then just take a look. Do you dare to take over the Ran family's mess?"

All the people present here are old men in the shopping mall, how can they not know what the Ran family's plan is?

All of a sudden, various mocking whispers sounded.

However, after the sound of "Pa!", the hall was completely silent.

Everyone stared dumbfounded at Ran Wenlin, who was covering his left face, and Ran Fu, who was aggressive.

After finishing the beating, Ran Fu felt a sense of lightness after letting out the bad breath, and even the hot flashes caused by the medicine dissipated a little.

Maybe, this is the joy brought by violence!

Ran Fu raised the corners of her mouth and brushed her bangs covering her eyes casually. She couldn't help recalling the glorious days when she was young and dominated the mountains by force.

Although the current self doesn't have a single bit of spiritual power, and the body he passed through is so weak that there is no trace of training, but based on the physical memory of martial arts in the past, one-to-five or something should not be a problem.

Ran Wenlin's head was buzzing from Ran Fu's slap, and it took him several seconds to recover. He was about to curse, but he hesitated under the sharp look from his daughter, who had always had a bad temper.

This little gesture caught Ran Fu's eyes, and she couldn't help but sneer: "Dad, you went to the temple to worship Buddha and burn incense a few days ago. I wonder what Buddha would think if he knew what you did today? I'm afraid he won't spare you. ?”

Ran Wenlin was really superstitious. When Ran Fu stabbed her sore spot, her face flushed red, and she pointed at Ran Fu with trembling fingers and scolded, "You unfilial daughter! What nonsense are you talking about? Are you afraid of being laughed at?"

As if cooperating with Ran Wenlin, there was a burst of low laughter from the crowd watching, the irony was obvious.

Tang Zhengmao, who had been silently watching the farce not far away, took a sip of his wine and stared at Ran Fu with interest in his black eyes.

Tang Zhengmao knew all about Ran Wenlin's little calculations.

Ran Fu didn't quite fit Tang Zhengmao's taste for women, but her face was indeed pretty, so he didn't explicitly reject her.

Now it seems that this decision was not wrong.

Ran Fu didn't know what stimulated her, and a proud aura burst out from her face, which had always been bland because of compromises.

(End of this chapter)