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Chapter 325 Si Sheng: I have never lost a fight [13 more](2/2)

Thinking of this, they inevitably became worried about Meng Jing’s treatment.

"What's wrong, what's wrong?"

Half a minute later, Minister Qiu arrived in a hurry, and the steamed buns were sweating.

"Minister Qiu, it seems that there is a fight inside."

The employees hurriedly answered.

After hearing this for two seconds, Minister Qiu's face immediately collapsed, "It seems like a bullshit! Isn't it just a fight?!"

grass!

Why is Manager Meng so impulsive?

If the master of the hall has made some mistakes—

Minister Qiu's legs immediately became weak and did not dare to stop at all, so he hurried to push the door.

The door was not locked, and after twisting the door handle, it was pushed open smoothly.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Without the sound blocking of the door panel, the sound inside is clearly heard.

I heard the crowd outside and was frightened.

In an instant, Si Sheng's bloody scene flashed through his mind.

Minister Qiu almost did not kneel at the door.

However--

When the eyes looked in, what appeared in everyone's field of vision was a scene that no one expected.

Because of that move just now, a figure popped out and hit a single sofa. The force was so strong that after the sofa was lifted down, the man fell heavily to the ground.

It is conceivable how bad the fall was.

Everyone's eyelids hopped.

When everyone didn't see it clearly, they naturally felt that the person was Si Sheng.

But when I looked closely, I was stunned, one by one, just like a fool, staring inside in a daze.

The brain crashes and stops thinking.

"How could it be-"

Some people couldn't believe it, and couldn't help but exclaim, and then covered their mouths with their hands.

Surprise overflowed from every pair of eyes.

Because it was not Si Sheng, but Meng Jing who bumped into the ground with the sofa.

After falling a little hard, Meng Jing moved and took a breath of air conditioning after falling to the ground. She didn't stand up as soon as possible, so she had to continue lying down and relax.

Meng Jing was wearing a professional outfit, with a shirt on the upper body and a short skirt on the lower body. At this moment, there were two buttons on the shirt, and the short skirt was almost exposed. The high heels were no longer on her feet, scattered on the ground, and her curly hair was scattered in a mess. There were scratches on her face and arms, red and swollen. It was not serious, but it was enough to stimulate them.

In a mess.

As for the "bloody" Si Sheng they imagined, he stood in front of them without any injuries, with few folds of his clothes, which looked exactly like when he first started working.

???

This completely opposite scene from the imagination made everyone present stop thinking.

Si Sheng had an unhappy look in his eyes, and looked out, with a little danger wrapped in his irritability, which made a group of people outside stop having a cardiac arrest for one second.

However, just one glance, she withdrew her gaze, raised her hand, picked up a coat that was thrown on the table, shook it open, and threw it at Meng Jing.

The coat covers Meng Jing's skirt and legs.

Then, she squinted her eyes, her head slightly tilted, and she curled up with a cold and fierce smile.
Chapter completed!
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