Pick a School Flower as Your Wife

Chapter 322 He is Ye Xingchen

The two figures ran away against the strong wind in the alley, and soon disappeared without a trace.

The icy alley.

Under the sack, Ye Xingchen was sure that the person who attacked him had already left. He moved a little, involving painful nerves. He grinned and shed tears in pain.

Opening the sack bag, Ye Xingchen was already blue-eyed and panic.

He has the physique of a martial artist, and this injury is naturally nothing to him.

But precisely, this was an outright humiliation to Ye Xingchen.

The power contained in the punch that was just covered by the gunny bag was definitely not something Ye Xingchen could resist.

Ye Xingchen thought it was a sneak attack by a master, but then, the attack that was slapped like a dense rain, the power contained in Ye Xingchen's point of view, but it is only ordinary, such a brutal attack, to Ye Xingchen, undoubtedly It's a humiliation.

There was a breath of blood in his chest.

"No matter who you are, I, Ye Xingchen, will not let you go!"

Ye Xingchen's countenance roared incomparably, his expression terrifying, his hoarse voice rushed into the sky.

thump!

Tang Dal, who had already ran out of a remote alley, suddenly staggered inexplicably and almost fell off.

Soon, the two of them made a big turn around, and then returned to the five-star hotel where they had won the second master without changing their faces.

Inside the ‘Mahjong’ box.

"Cheers." Tang Daer drank a bowl of beer, proud, "Brother Feng, congratulate us on our victory."

"Low-key." Luo Feng smiled, "I'm so open, don't you be afraid of being retaliated."

"What are you afraid of, a little person, dare you retaliate against us?" Tang Dal was determined, and grinned, "I was in a hurry just now and forgot to give that guy a name."

"That's true." Luo Feng took a sip of wine, "That person with the surname Ye is a bird."

"Yes, that's right." Tang Dal laughed, picked up the wine glass, filled it up again, and just wanted to drink again, suddenly his movements stagnated, and he looked up at Luo Feng, "Brother Feng, you said, let's The person who beaten—her surname Ye?"

"Yes indeed."

"Ye Wah with the same surname as Ye Xingchen?" Tang Dal laughed, "Unfortunately he is not Ye Xingchen."

"He is Ye Xingchen."

Cang Dang!

The wine glass broke directly in the box.

No way, Tang Dal's legs trembled violently.

The leg shook, and the whole body was affected, and the hand shook, and the cup broke.

Tang Dal's mouth has been opened to the extreme -

Ten thousand grass and mud horses galloped past.

Ye Xingchen!

He actually beat Ye Xingchen wildly!

Tang Dal wanted to cry and fainted.

a long time.

"Brother Feng, just now-he shouldn't see me?" Tang Dal asked carefully.

"That's hard to say." Luo Feng sighed, "I asked you to cover your face. Didn't you say you want to beat people upright?"

Tang Dal was about to cry without tears.

Fuck he beat Ye Xingchen, beat Ye Xingchen, beat Ye Xingchen.

Things that I didn't even dare to think about, Ye Xingchen, Bauhinia No. 1 Young Master, what a powerful figure, was beaten up by himself squatting in the alley--

If he knew it was him, I'm afraid the good days are coming to an end again.

Feeling the resentful look in Tang Da'er's eyes, Luo Feng finally couldn't help laughing.

Tang Dal's eyes lit up, "Isn't it Ye Xingchen, Brother Feng, you are joking with me."

Luo Feng nodded sternly, "He is Ye Xingchen."

Tang Dal's eyes were black.

"Don't worry, Brother Feng takes the shot, what are you afraid of." Luo Feng smiled confidently, "I promise, he didn't even see your shadow."

"That's great." Tang Dal breathed a long sigh of relief.

"But--" Luo Feng's words made Tang Dal's heart tighten again, "He should hear your weird laugh."

Tang Dal covered his mouth.

Secretly vowed that starting from today, I will not laugh like this.

"Don't think too much, continue to drink." Luo Feng smiled, "Even the No. 1 Bauhinia Young Master was planted under your stick. Isn't it fun to think about it?"

"This-it sounds reasonable." Tang Dal's eyes lit up.

"drink!"

"By the way, last night, the senior management of [Mandala] called my dad and asked him to go to work early today. It should be to deal with the last thing." Tang Da heard.

Luo Feng smiled, "I will definitely give Uncle Tang a satisfactory explanation."

[Mandala] The Yangcheng branch building of the security company.

After getting off the bus, Tang Dechang took a deep breath and stepped in.

Last time, he was almost carried away.

But for this job, he still came back. Moreover, he believes that this time he will be able to get back justice.

Inside the lobby on the first floor is a wide training ground.

Many people are training.

[Mandala] The internal competition is fierce.

"Old Tang." A figure suddenly rushed out, pulling Tang Dal aside, anxiously, "Why are you back? Didn't instructor Zhou give you ten days off? You, you shouldn't be back so soon."

Tang Dechang looked up and was a thin middle-aged man. The man was named Yang Hori. In [Mandala], he was Tang Dechang's only friend.

"It's okay." Tang Dechang grinned, "I only came back after receiving an order."

"Order?" Yang Hori was stunned, "What order?"

At this time, Tang Dechang's eyes were already looking forward.

A figure dressed in white exercise clothes walked over with a smile.

Yang Hori's gaze followed, his face suddenly changed drastically.

"Old Tang, go back soon." Yang Hori said anxiously, "That fellow Zhao Mingkong spoke out two days ago, saying that after you come back, he will beat you out again."

At this time, the man who walked over was Zhao Mingkong.

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At this moment, Tang Dechang's eyes fixed on Zhao Mingkong.

He had no grievances or grudges against him, but he provoked and bullied him again and again.

Tang Dechang ignored him and did not agree to his challenge. However, Zhao Mingkong's words made Tang Dechang impulsive and went up to fight Zhao Mingkong desperately, but Zhao Mingkong was seriously injured.

Tang Dechang didn't tell anyone that sentence.

"I wonder if your tortoise son is like his old man, he is a tortoise with a shrunken head?"

This sentence came to mind.

Tang Dechang's eyes were breathing fire. It was this sentence that day, he desperately wanted to fight Zhao Mingkong.

Because his son is the Nilin that no one can touch in this life.

If Zhao Mingkong just humiliated himself, he can bear it.

He doesn't care about himself, but Tang Dal, his only son.

Yang Hori was anxious on the sidelines, and at this time, Zhao Mingkong had already arrived in front of Tang Dechang with a smile on his face.

"Oh, I recovered very quickly." Zhao Mingkong said with a small smile, "I'm back so soon, surnamed Tang, do you want to fight with me Zhao Mingkong for your turtle son again? Haha -"