No matter how fierce I will cry for you

Fu Yanci is self-restraining and respectful, but he is also meticulous. For Young Master Song's thoughts, he knows like a candle, especially when he sees that salty pig's hand pressing the back of Zhao Zhixi's hand, his expression is unconsciously ugly. point.

"Your elder sister Xi practiced martial arts at the age of three and made her debut at the age of eight, so what are you afraid of?" Zhao Zhixi couldn't speak well, her tongue was getting bigger, and she was starting to brag.

Song Wensheng was amused by her naive appearance and giggled: "You are just a little girl, and you are still practicing martial arts. Shall we learn from each other?"

Under the persecution of his family, Song Wensheng had learned Taekwondo for two years, so he naturally didn't pay attention to a little girl, not to mention, if he didn't have a sparring session, how could he have a chance to do it.

On the side, Fu Yanci, who had an ugly face, slightly raised the corners of his unkind lips, but remained silent without speaking.

"Okay... how do you want to compete?" Zhao Zhixi was obviously drunk, and his eyes were blurred.

Song Wensheng was happy, and patted Zhao Zhixi's shoulder to comfort him: "Don't worry, I'll make sure to stop, and I won't hurt my younger sister."

"Then... just... don't beat him to death... that's the end of the point..." Zhao Zhixi nodded understandingly.

There is a rule of one line, and martial arts practitioners can compete with each other, and they can go to the end, or regardless of life or death.

Song Wensheng was just a layman, and he only thought that this younger sister was interesting. He thought that she had only small arms and legs, and she wanted to beat someone to death. She was really drunk.

Song Wensheng's stomach was full of bad water, Fu Yanci and Shao Rongqian remained calm, with an expression that you blamed yourself.

"Shall we go outside?" Zhao Zhixi couldn't speak fluently.

Song Wensheng couldn't help laughing, waved his hands and said, "No, just stay here."

Although the restaurant was not big, Song Wensheng felt that the space next to it was enough. A younger sister, or a younger sister who drank too much, he could subdue it with just one move.

Although Zhao Zhixi was drunk, his skills were carved into his bones. He glanced around, then nodded: "Then let's greet that side as much as possible, and don't smash the dining table."

Song Wensheng couldn't bear it any longer, and laughed so hard that his younger sister really drank too much, and she even wanted to smash the dining table.

"Come on." As Song Wensheng spoke, he stood up and walked to the open space next to him.

He waved at Zhao Zhixi: "I'll let you do three tricks first, don't say I'm bullying..."

"Well……"

Before he finished speaking, Song Wensheng flew straight towards the door, followed by a 'bang', and then Song Wensheng yelled: "Ah..."

Following the sound, Song Wensheng was lying on the threshold, with his feet up in the air, howling heart-piercingly, tears of pain falling out.

Fortunately, it is thick to wear in winter, otherwise it will hurt even more.

"Why don't you hide?" Zhao Zhixi stared at Song Wensheng suspiciously, as if he was looking at a fool.

Song Wensheng was in distress, and looked at Zhao Zhixi with teary eyes: "You can't be the legendary master Ling Lingqi..."

Zhao Zhixi was drunk, so she didn't know the severity of the shot, but she thought Song Wensheng could dodge it, but who knew that he didn't move at all, and was just kicked out.

"You're not bragging, are you..." Zhao Zhixi blinked innocently.

Fu Yanci, who was sitting in the dining chair, couldn't help saying: "Girls are not allowed to swear."

Zhao Zhixi blinked his eyes twice, and suddenly lost interest. He thought he was meeting a master, but he didn't expect it to be an idiot, which was meaningless at all.

She wanted to sit back on the dining chair, but after taking two steps, she felt her body swaying, her head seemed to be out of control, and her body tilted to one side. Fortunately, she had been practicing martial arts for many years, and she could barely maintain her balance.

The liquor had a strong stamina and came quickly. Fu Yanci put down his chopsticks and whispered to Shao Rongqian: "I'll send her back to rest first, and you can entertain Miss Qiao for me."

Song Wensheng was still lying on the ground, yelling: "I feel like my spine is broken, Brother Qian, Brother Ci, help me..."

Ji Ling sent someone to carry Song Wensheng to the hospital on a stretcher. Before leaving, Song Wensheng was still yelling at Fu Yanci bitterly and bitterly: "Brother Ci, you don't want to save yourself, you are too cruel, oh Woooo..."

Young Master Song was in danger, and he came all the way in a helicopter to be beaten. He was severely injured, and he kept groaning in pain.

Zhao Zhixi was quite drunk, Fu Yanci could only follow her into her room, originally there were two rooms facing each other, Fu Yanci lived on the east side, and Zhao Zhixi lived on the west side.

The bedroom door was closed, and only Zhao Zhixi and Fu Yanci were left in the room. It was already very late, almost ten o'clock, and the thick curtains were drawn, not even the cold moonlight could come in. A dim wall lamp.

Zhao Zhixi was lying on the bed with her clothes on, with her feet on her back, still giggling "hehe". She was drunk and couldn't control her nerves, so she wanted to laugh all the time.

The white thick sweaters were piled up, revealing a white belly. The room was well heated, and Zhao Zhixi didn't feel cold, so he just stared at the chandelier above his head stupidly, thinking that Bling Bling's was very beautiful.

"Can I still change my pajamas and wash myself?" Fu Yanci was sitting in a wheelchair near the door with a warm voice.

He is a person who seldom loses his temper, and has always been refined and polite, with the appearance of a modest gentleman.

"En." Zhao Zhixi replied heavily while lying on the bed, but still lay there motionless, only smirking 'hehe'.

Fu Yanci was very patient, and reminded him gently: "Then go wash up first."

"Oh." The person on the bed seemed to have finally moved, and wanted to get up straight, maybe because his head was too dizzy, halfway up, he lay back up straight again.

The little man on the bed seemed to be unwilling to admit defeat, turned over with hands and feet, then got up from the bed, then squinted his eyes and smiled at Fu Yanci, which meant to say, look, I crawled Get up now.

Zhao Zhixi's appearance is not stunning, she does not have the charm and charm of Miss Qiao Er, and she is not the kind of appearance that will seduce a man at first sight, but she is better than pure, even her eyes are clear, Like a trickling stream, it can slowly flow into people's hearts.

Zhao Zhixi smiled smugly, but just got out of bed, the next second his feet were unsteady, and he jumped straight forward.

There was a thick carpet on the floor, so it wouldn't hurt much if she fell, but Mr. Fu almost instinctively got up from the wheelchair, stepped over to catch her, and held her in his arms.

Zhao Zhixi didn't seem to be aware of the danger just now, she leaned on her strong chest in a daze, she had long forgotten that Mr. Fu could not walk, leaned on it with peace of mind, and continued to squint her eyes and giggle.

"You little fool." Fu Yanci scolded, his voice like fine jade, noble and long. He leaned over, picked her up, and walked towards the big bed.

The black leather shoes were shiny, and every step he took was steady and firm, as if he had never been in a wheelchair before.