Young Master Chu's sweetheart wife

Song Qianxi calmed down, looking at the knife in her hand in horror, not daring to move, thinking of a plan.

Qiu Yuanyuan lowered her head, leaned close to her face, pulled her hair and forced her to raise her head and look directly at the mirror. In the mirror, Qiu Yuanyuan's gorgeous face was reflected, her mouth with bright red lipstick raised in a sly smile.

Compared with her red lips, Song Qianxi's face looked extremely pale.

Qiu Yuanyuan said with a good feeling about herself: "Look, I'm obviously prettier than you, why did you get Chu Muhan's favor? Tell me, if you scratch your face, will Chu Muhan still like you?"

While speaking, he increased the strength of his hands, as if the entire painful scalp was about to be lifted off.

At this time, no matter what she said, she would irritate Qiu Yuanyuan.

Song Qianxi bit her lips and remained silent.

After waiting for a few seconds for Song Qianxi to make no sound, Qiu Yuanyuan's eyes turned cold with displeasure, she pressed the back of her head and slammed into the mirror, and roared, "Say it!"

The impact on the head made Song Qianxi exclaim in pain and became dizzy for a few seconds.

The breath she exhaled sprayed on the mirror, making it impossible to see Qiu Yuanyuan's face clearly.

I just think this woman is an out-and-out lunatic!

"what--"

At this moment, a girl walked into the bathroom and was startled when she saw this scene.

Qiu Yuanyuan didn't look back, she stared at the girl in the mirror with her bright and sharp eyes, and said a word from her red lips, "Get lost!"

The girl backed away in fright, looked at Song Qianxi worriedly, and then left.

Taking advantage of Qiu Yuanyuan's unprepared time, he stepped on her instep, causing Qiu Yuanyuan to lose her center of gravity. Song Qianxi snatched the knife from her hand and kicked it under the pool.

"Bitch, if you dare to resist, let's see how I deal with you!"

Qiu Yuanyuan raised her hand, and Song Qianxi held it tightly before she dropped it.

She raised her eyes, her clear apricot eyes were like cold arrows quenched with poison, staring at Qiu Yuanyuan menacingly, and even the aura around her changed.

Qiu Yuanyuan's heart skipped a beat, as if she was being stared at by something unclean when she met her gaze.

I was very uneasy.

What a joke, how could she be afraid of Song Qianxi!

Song Qianxi said coldly, "Just now you got it without checking, now you should pay me back with interest!" After saying that, without giving her a chance to react, she grabbed her hair and pushed her into the sink inside.

Turn on the faucet, and the cold water pours from the top of your head.

Qiu Yuanyuan kept howling, "Ahhh! I'm going to kill you bitch!"

Song Qianxi hooked her lips evilly and looked coldly in her eyes, "Hmph, this is just the beginning!"

She doesn't lose her temper, and everyone treats her like a persimmon.

It's time to fight back and teach these low-minded people a lesson!

Song Qianxi followed Qiu Yuanyuan's example and bumped her head against the mirror.

In the women's restroom, howling continued.

The huge movement caught the attention of passers-by.

……

After Zheng Xueying finished sending WeChat messages with Yin Fei, she looked at the time and held her chin in wonder.

"It's been 10 minutes, Qianxi won't fall into the pit, right?"

At this time, people who came out from the bathroom gathered to discuss.

"Did you see that there are people fighting in the women's washroom, it's really ruthless."

"I saw it. They were pulling their hair and bumping into the mirror. It was frightening to death. It's scary for women to fight."

"But both of them look familiar, aren't they celebrities?"

"How can celebrities fight in public? It's a bit like the girl who gave the press conference yesterday. Her name is Song...Song...Song, what is it..."

"Song Qianxi?"

"That's right, it's her."

As soon as the words fell, the commentators only felt a gust of wind blowing around them, and a beautiful girl walked past quickly.