Escape to Farmland: A vicious stepmother dressed as a villain

Mo Qingcheng raised his eyebrows: "How do you guys do things? My wife taught her servants a lesson, and don't care about your business?"

"You..." Shui Sheng blushed in embarrassment, and glared at Mo Qingcheng angrily, "I won't sell your bricks."

"Hehe, you have the right?" Mo Qingcheng's eyes flashed a hint of teasing: "You are the person in charge of the Qiliang brick kiln? If so, my wife will not buy a single slag of bricks."

who do you think You Are?

Zhu'er was taken aback, and knelt down at Mo Qingcheng's feet with a thud: "Madam, please forgive me, it's all the servant's fault."

"It's indeed all your fault. I'm bullying my master. I can't afford a girl like you!" Mo Qingcheng's eyes were deep and pointed.

Zhu'er trembled slightly, and slapped herself: "Madam, please...servant..."

"Get up!" Shui Sheng glared at Mo Qingcheng not seeing Zhu'er being wronged.

"No, big brother Shuisheng, leave me alone... Please... I didn't do well, it's all my fault, I hope Madam can give me another chance..." Zhu'er burst into tears, desperate to live, and threw Push Shui Sheng away.

Shuisheng clasped Zhu'er's wrist: "Don't be afraid, I will redeem you."

"No! I can't do this, I can't hurt you, Brother Shuisheng, you better forget about me... Please... I can't let Madam..." Zhu'er's complexion suddenly changed, and her little face turned pale.

The corner of Mo Qingcheng's mouth curled up with a hint of coldness: "Pearl, do you know your mistake?"

"I know I'm wrong! It's all the servant's fault! Huh..." Zhu'er continued to slap her as she spoke, and after a while, the five-finger mountain mark on her face became the last straw that crushed Shui Sheng's thoughts.

"Pearl! Stop it!" Shui Sheng hugged Zhu'er with pain on his face.

Zhu'er groaned, and pushed Shuisheng hard.

"What happened?" A cold voice sounded from the door.

A man in white, with an abnormally pale face, appeared at the door in a wheelchair.

Behind him, the guard was as cold as ice, and his steps were light. He looked like Lian Jiazi.

Zhu'er's expression changed suddenly: "Grand... son... Mr. Wan... you... I... I'm not like you think you are..."

Mo Qingcheng regained his energy immediately, and the real master finally appeared...

oh ho...

Mo Qingcheng whistled: "Surely this is Wan Gong Wan Zi Liang Zi of Qiliang Brick Kiln? Hearing a hundred things is believing once."

"Ma'am, it's amazing. I'm sorry, my son is late..." Wan Ziliang looked at Mo Qingcheng, and a flash of surprise flashed in his heart.

"It's not too late, the fun has just begun..." Mo Qingcheng raised his eyebrows, looking at Wan Ziliang.

Wan Ziliang's eyes paused slightly, "Madam was joking, may I ask, what can I do for Madam?"

"Are you sure you can make the decision? Your book boy said that you won't sell a single piece of brick to Mrs. Ben..." Mo Qingcheng glanced at Shuisheng with a half-smile.

Shui Sheng knelt on the ground with a plop: "My lord, this slave is also too angry, sister Zhu'er..."

"Young Master Wan, you have to trust the servant girl, the servant girl and elder brother Shuisheng are innocent..." Zhu'er's eyes were full of tears, she was so pitiful, I felt pity.

Wan Ziliang frowned slightly: "What are you doing with me?"

"Master? How can you be so heartless? Slave... Slave..." Zhu'er blushed, gritted her teeth, and glared at Wan Ziliang angrily.

Wan Ziliang was full of impatience and was about to get angry when Mo Qingcheng suddenly chuckled.

"Young Master Wan, you won't...have a secret affair with Zhu'er, right?"

"Pfft!" Wan Ziliang nearly smashed his feet with a mouthful of old blood.

"Ma'am, I beg you to be the master." Zhu'er lowered her eyes, with a malicious plan in her heart.

"Make the decision? How to make the decision?" Mo Qingcheng raised his eyebrows.

"Ma'am... this servant already...has the flesh and blood of Mr. Wan..."