Chapter Eighty-Three: My Hands, Are They Beautiful?
Leng Qingzhu pulled Chen Baishuang behind him, and stood side by side with Fu Yingshao, his heart moved, and there was really an extra hammer in the sleeve of his cotton jacket.
Fu Yingshao turned his head sideways to look at her, the little girl actually wanted to help him fight.
Sure enough, it's still as stupid as when I was a kid.
While laughing, a trace of warmth crossed my heart.
There was also a faint throbbing that could not be explained.
It was just quickly ignored by him.
Of course, he couldn't let Leng Qingzhu take this risk, she still had a fever.
"Call me a brother, you're not qualified enough."
Chen Baishuang was blocked by the two children, and he was anxious, knowing that the fight was wrong, but he also knew that he couldn't just admit it.
"You, boy, you're a little crazy!" Guan Haipeng felt that he was a character on the ground in Gai County, and it was the first time he was despised like this, especially when his little brother was still in the hands of others, he had been beaten like that bastard.
No matter how big the other party is, he can't bear it, otherwise, how will he mix in Gaixian in the future.
He swung his fist and smashed it towards Fu Yingshao, wasn't it just hard work? He didn't believe it, when he was working in the brick factory, it was effortless to lift ten bricks at a time, and this young master from Bicheng could compare to him no matter how strong he was.
But he soon realized that he was wrong.
Fu Yingshao let go of Liu Zili in his hand, waved his hand to block Leng Qingzhu and Chen Baishuang, who was trying to block in front of his daughter, behind him again, and the latter came first, pinching Guan Haipeng's arm with his right hand to make him unable to move, and punched Guan Haipeng in the stomach.
Guan Haipeng, who was tall and strong, suddenly bent down, and tears flowed out of his eyes in pain.
The rest of the younger brothers saw that their eldest brother had suffered a loss, and they couldn't care about the excitement anymore, so they hurriedly waved their fists and stepped forward to help.
Seeing that the two sides started to move, the people who watched the excitement suddenly dispersed in a hurry.
The waiters on both sides stood behind the counter and looked at everything in front of them in fear, and said to Chen Baishuang: "You are an elder, and you are a persuasion fight, how can you let them do it like this?" What if something is broken? ”
This room is spacious, but it can't stop people from making trouble here.
Chen Baishuang stomped around and touched the things in his hand, and said slowly: "Then we can't be bullied by others like this!" ”
Waiter: "......"
Guan Haipeng struggled to stand up, rubbed his stomach, stared at the back of Fu Yingshao's head, and narrowed his eyes.
He writhed his fists and was about to rush forward, when he heard a pleasant voice calling his name.
"Guan Haipeng!"
He turned his head to meet the girl's sweet smiling face, a pair of dimples can drown people, he subconsciously smiled back, only to see the girl's hands holding the glass jar for sugar, and quickly smashed it towards him.
With a "bang", the glass jar smashed on Guan Haipeng's head, the man was ruthless in front of his eyes, his body was weak, and he fell to the ground, surrounded by colorful fruit candy and broken glass slag.
The hammer is easy to use, but it can kill people, and it is put back into the space by the cold bamboo.
It's hard to clean up someone's life, she knows it.
Fu Yingshao turned around when he heard the voice, and when he saw that Leng Qingzhu was fine, he was relieved, as for the rest, who fell and who stood had nothing to do with him.
put it in Guan Haipeng, and Leng Qingzhu came to Liu Zili.
Liu Zili's wrist drooped, and he was squeaking there, but when he saw Guan Haipeng fall, he didn't care about calling.
Now seeing Leng Qingzhu squatting down in front of him, his first reaction was to want to run.
"My hands, are they pretty?"
A pair of white and delicate little hands were sent to him, Liu Zili looked at the pair of smoky eyes in front of him, and subconsciously swallowed his saliva: "Good-looking!" ”