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Ning fan's eyes turned, one head two big.

Porcelain doll this girl is really what all dare to say, he and Chu Zijun innocent with a piece of white paper like, this is not corrupt Chu Zijun's reputation?

The most important thing is that it will ignite the explosive barrel in xiaoqingxin.

Sure enough, Xiaoqing is like a powerful lioness. As soon as she rushes to the porcelain doll, the two of them stare and grin, and war may break out at any time.

"What's the use of a virtuous wife? It's a good wife to have a son for Ning fan."

"Well, I thought it was a big deal. Who can't have a son? Sister Zijun, would you like to have a son for your master? " The porcelain doll is pulling a voice, how to shout a way.

All of a sudden, the whole hall was quiet. Chu Zijun, who just opened the door and walked out of the office, was stunned. His papers fell to the ground. Other people were more like puppets, mechanically turning their necks to see Ning fan and Chu Zijun.

Pop!

A crisp ring, porcelain doll's back of the head was Ning fan knocked, this wench is really more and more no spectrum, what words dare to say.

"Little girl, don't think I'll teach you martial arts in the future."

The porcelain doll screamed, quickly wrapped Ning fan's arm and begged: "master, I will never speak disorderly again. Don't be angry. You must teach me."

Xiao Qing pouts her lips and stares at Ning fan. Now she feels that she is not facing one or two opponents, but is besieged. If she is not careful, another opponent will appear. It's impossible to defend!

"Xiaoya, come here. It's a quiet day. Nonsense." Chu Zijun came back and pretended to be angry.

Porcelain doll wrongly spit out her tongue, and reluctantly walked toward Chu Zijun. She did not forget to turn back and said to Ning fan, "master, don't be angry. You must continue to teach me Kung Fu."

Ning fan looked at the anger value directly up the wind of Xiaoqing, said: "Xiaoqing, I have something to go first, you have an early rest." With that, he ran away and disappeared.

Xiaoqing looks at Chu Zijun again. She never thinks that this is also a competitor. Moreover, this competitor looks at Wen Wen as weak and weak. In fact, the threat is the biggest. Moreover, when she is under the same roof in the future, Xiaoqing feels great pressure.

But Xiaoqing is not a loser. He snorted and went upstairs with his neck raised. He wanted to fight with me. I'm not a vegetarian.

Chu Zijun shook his head helplessly, rubbed the porcelain doll's forehead with his fingers, and complained: "your girl's mouth is really more and more nonsense."

"Sister Zijun, I don't have any nonsense. You used to say that it had nothing to do with Shifu, but when he left, I could see that you were out of your mind. Besides, hehe, when you talked in your sleep at night, you called his name."

"What, you girl is talking nonsense again, where did I talk in my sleep?" Chu Zijun blushed and denied it.

"You said you didn't talk in your sleep. How do you know? I sleep next to you every day, and I have the most say. " The porcelain doll said with disapproval.

"Hey, it seems that I led the wolf into the room and found a little spy to come in. Don't sleep with me tonight. Go to the living room or Ning fan's room."

"Well, I don't sleep in the living room, let alone his room. I don't know what he did in bed? You don't know that when a man is alone, he always solves problems by himself, so his bed must be very dirty. Maybe there are still those residues. "

"What do you think all day long?" Chu Zijun is helpless.

"Sister Zijun, I know what you mean. Now we are in alliance. Facing Xiaoqing, we are sure to win. Hehe, it's not far from the day when you push to Shifu."

"I won't talk to you. The more I talk, the more ridiculous." Chu Zijun's face was almost red like an apple, and he fled back to the office.

The porcelain doll looked at the door, hehe Zhile, with a mischievous spark in her eyes.

In the middle of the night, Ning fan and Zhou Biao hide in a corner to avoid the cold wind.

This time, Zhou Biao brought more than 20 young brothers with good skills to cope with the demolition team.

"Shit! We've been waiting for most of the night, but these grandchildren haven't come yet. " Zhou Biao scolded impatiently.

"Don't be impatient. I think they are coming soon. No one will notice here on such a cold day. It's just convenient for them to attack."

This is a low shantytown. It's an old building in the 1970s and 1980s. It's low and dilapidated, and some of them are dilapidated buildings.

But there has been no development here, so the residents here are not well-off. But even if they are not well-off, guarding their ancestral home, this is also a home.

The second floor building in the middle of the complex looks very lonely, just like an old man in the night wind, full of sadness.

"People are coming. Let's keep our spirits up." Ning fan reminds a way.

People's hearts were raised, and they focused on the path leading to the residential area in the distance. Sure enough, after a few minutes, a group of people swaggered to the building.

Through the moonlight can see clearly, their faces are not afraid, only excited.

"Shall we do it now?" Zhou Biao asked.

"Wait a minute and see what the host's reaction is?"

This group of people swaggered to the front of the building, kicked open the gate which was not strong, and rushed in. Suddenly, the sound of smashing sounded in the yard.

After a while, the host's voice also rang up, only to hear a full voice roared: "you bastards dare to come, I'll kill you!"

Then there was a sound of sticks hitting each other. People kept screaming. They must have been beaten down by the master.

Zhou Biao brightened his eyes and said, "this guy is really good. He deserves to have practiced Sanda. There are at least 30 people in that group. He can last so long."

"Two fists are hard to beat four hands, and these people are well prepared. Even if he resists, he won't last long. I'm afraid he won't last five minutes."

"That's right. It's said that about ten people came two days ago, and they were in broad daylight, so the master drove them away. Now it's night, and there are so many people, I'm afraid it's really hard."

Four minutes later, I heard a dull hum, followed by the cheers of the demolition team.

"Don't fight, don't fight my son, don't fight! If you want a house, I'll give it to you! " A weak old woman's voice begged.

"This is the young man's mother. It's said that she is in her sixties, weak and sick." Zhou Biao explained.

Ning fan's brow immediately wrinkled.

"Damn it, you old man. You didn't sell it a few days ago, but now it's too late. Brothers, do it

Ning fan face black as ink, decisively issued the order: "hands on!"

A group of people rushed to the building like tigers and wolves, but as soon as they got to the gate of the courtyard, they saw the dazzling fire rising.

"You dare to burn my house. I'll fight with you." The young man, who had been pressed on the ground, jumped up, grabbed the stick beside him and hit a man on the head. Immediately his head exploded and his head broke.

The old woman collapsed on the ground and looked at the blazing fire, wailing: "house, my house, my home..." her voice rippled up and reverberated in the cold night sky.