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Chapter 1685 - 1685: Have you ever seen a fist the size of a claypot?

Chapter 1685 - 1685: Have you ever seen a fist the size of a claypot?

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When Zhan MO closed the drawer, he looked up to see ruan Mengmeng’s bright almond-shaped eyes full of anger. Some kind of emotion flashed quickly in those deep eyes.

He picked up a copper ornament on the table with one hand and warned coldly, ‘ “You’re not allowed to touch Jia ‘er’s things again, or else .. The copper ornament in Zhan MO’s hand was crushed into a ball.

This was a threat, an obvious threat.

This was also the first time ruan Mengmeng had seen Zhan MO’s ability.

He was the son of the Zhan family, and as expected, he had inherited the Zhan family’s talent. He was born with boundless strength.

In fact, he was as intelligent as his sister.

The entire study room was filled with original books, from commercial works to law classics to medical classics, social science, and everything else.

Ruan Mengmeng squinted her eyes slightly. Her little face, which had been filled with anger just now, had already regained its calm.

“Hmm, not bad. You have great strength.” She said calmly, ” so, are you going to break one of my bones or crush my throat? ‘

Zhan Mo’s face was cold and he did not speak.

Of course, he couldn’t answer. Ruan Mengmeng knew very well that as long as Zhan Jia ‘er was around, Zhan mo was just a paper tiger to her.

It didn’t matter if he was born with divine strength or if he was gifted with intelligence, he couldn’t do anything to her.

If she was injured, the wound would worsen if left alone. If he were to take care of her, he would have to apply medicine.

All medicine was partially poisonous. What Zhan Jia ‘er needed was a healthy heart.

And before Zhan Jia ‘er could fulfill her long-cherished wish of getting li junyu, she would definitely not be willing to lie on the operating bed.

Thus, this was a dead end, a dead end for Zhan mo.

Ruan Mengmeng had been clear about this from the start. Now, after seeing Zhan Jia ‘er’s dirty photos, she was even more certain of this.

He had initially thought that the pampered girl from the Zhan family was just possessive of li junyu.

But now, ruan Mengmeng realized that she clearly had a morbid preference.

But it didn’t matter. No matter how much Zhan Jia ‘er liked it, it was useless. That was because ruan Mengmeng had always had the greatest confidence in li junyu.

In the past, she might have doubted him, but when li junyu slowly rebuilt his trust in her, she finally knew that this man loved her deeply.

Ruan Mengmeng raised her brows and looked at Zhan mo,”since you’re not going to do anything to me, it’s my turn.” Zhan mo, don’t think that you’re the only one in this world who can threaten and ridicule you like this. Have you ever seen a fist the size of a claypot?”

Zhan Mot s pupils contracted, and he looked at ruan Mengmeng with a cold and puzzled look.

Then, the woman who was standing in front of the table suddenly squatted down.

Zhan Mot s cold face showed a brief moment of shock.

“What are you doing?” he asked in a low voice, frowning slightly.

Ruan Mengmeng ignored him and continued to squat under his desk, doing something.

Zhan mo heard some noise. It sounded like the power plug under the table was being moved.

He walked around the desk and saw ruan Mengmeng pulling out all the plugs from the power plug board.

“Ruan Mengmeng, what are you doing?” The man’s tone was deep and serious.

There were many important documents stored in this study, most of which were related to Jia ‘er’s illness.

He had been researching a way to cure Jia ‘er. No matter how busy he was, no matter where he went, he would prepare a separate study for use.

Ruan Mengmeng, who was squatting on the ground, acted as if she did not hear Zhan Mo’s question. She pulled out the plug and stood up..