Forced Marriage: Super Petite Wife

"Here we are."

With the boss's wife Fei's soft call, Meng Yuliang looked up at the door. A black Audi Q7 stopped outside the door.

A man came down from the back seat. He was in his early thirties. He was not tall. He was ruffian and dressed simply. He was wearing a blue flowered shirt and a pure gold belt buckle.

Behind him, followed by a tall and thin young man, wearing an ordinary black shirt and jeans, unsmiling, with single eyelids, sharp eyes and a red line on his wrist.

It seems that this is the number one thug red stick around Lu Yongsheng.

"Yo, you have guests here." Chen Yongsheng came in and saw Meng Yuliang sitting on the sofa.

The landlady smiled and said, "yes, I'll wash my hair."

She winked at Meng Yuliang.

Seeing the red stick coming, her face turned black. This time, something was going to happen.

Anyway, she doesn't want anything to happen here.

If you fight, you will inevitably smash the object.

It's all money

"Linlin, hurry to invite this handsome boy to the Thai shampoo room above." the landlady winked at a little sister.

She looked at Meng Yuliang with begging eyes.

Meng Yuliang stood up.

All at once there were three big men standing, and the small hair salon became a little crowded.

Meng Yuliang stared at Chen Yongsheng. Linlin's little sister couldn't pull him.

Red stick seemed to be aware of the danger and stood up in front of the boss.

"Brother, are you really here to wash your hair?" the red stick asked.

Chen Yongsheng smiled and said, "red stick, you're too nervous. All Jianghu meetings are friends. Don't do this..."

"I'm not here to wash my hair. I'm looking for someone," Meng Yuliang said.

The fist and foot of the red stick have been waved out first.

Meng Yuliang narrowed his eyes, jumped onto the sofa, held it with one hand, jumped a bullet, avoided the punch of the red stick, and gave him a punch with his backhand. In a moment, behind Chen Yongsheng, his knife had been put on Chen Yongsheng's neck.

"Good skill." the red stick exclaimed.

He always thought he was good enough, but he met one last night and another today.

One is better than the other.

He felt that there were days outside the sky and people outside the people.

"You, which way?" Lu Yongsheng counseled for a few minutes and asked nervously, "what do you want to do? You're not dying?"

"I can pull you on my back when I'm dead." Meng Yuliang's Sabre glowed coldly.

The red stick can see that his posture is professionally trained and is by no means pretentious.

And his knife.

The knife is also very particular. This is the American buck Nighthawk flat blade, which is most suitable for close attack.

The blade is so sharp that even paper can be cut into hair.

This friend is a little different from the black charcoal last night.

Black charcoal is completely a cop, and this friend is obviously a foreign mercenary.

The note hurts, but it's not fatal.

This friend, maybe he doesn't hurt. If he does, he will die.

Moreover, his movements are also integrated with traditional martial arts, with elegant and unique movements.

He had a fight and was as beautiful as his face.

Meng Yuliang occupies the height advantage. Lu Yongsheng is only in his early seventies, a head shorter than him. He looks like a weak chicken that can be crushed to death by him at any time.

"Everyone is upside down. Don't use a knife..." Lu Yongsheng said: "this friend, I don't think you are ordinary people. Can you give it to friends?"

"It's impossible for me to make friends with you." Meng Yuliang said, "Liang Zi has been married. How can I make friends?"

"You..." Lu Yongsheng heard his accent and said coldly, "are you with that woman?"

"You're not stupid." Meng Yuliang said, "where is she? Take me to see her."

Lu Yongsheng said, "red stick, call AZU. If anything happens to me, throw the woman into the sea immediately."

In that case, he has confidence.

"You!" Meng Yuliang's knife deviated a little, and immediately pulled out a shallow cut. He said, "do you want to live?"

Lu Yongsheng said, "if you want me to let the woman go, it's impossible. I promised lame Wenhui that I must hand over the person to him. If I cheated him, it's also a death. Maybe even my wife and children will die. If you have the ability, you can save people from him. I respect you as an expert. I promise you that my people will not embarrass you at that time."

Meng Yuliang pushed Lu Yongsheng away.

He said, "call your people and serve them delicious. If anything happens to her in your hand, I have the ability to kill your family."

Lu Yongsheng held the wall, covered the wound, took out his mobile phone, pretended to make a phone call, winked at the red stick, suggesting that he secretly attacked Meng Yuliang.

Meng Yuliang stared at him and called, but when the red stick hit, he knew his action without looking.

After several fights, the red stick's clothes were broken, and Meng Yuliang was not hurt.

Lu Yongsheng wants to take advantage of the chaos and get on the bus to escape.

Unexpectedly, at the critical moment, the landlady grabbed him and said, "brother Sheng, how can I count my share? It's agreed..."

As soon as Meng Yuliang looked back, he took out his sabre. The blade wiped Lu Yongsheng's ear and nailed it to the wall.

There was blood on the blade. Lu Yongsheng didn't feel any pain at all, but when he touched it, half of his ears were almost cut off. He didn't escape, but he was quiet.

Meng Yuliang was too lazy to entangle with the red stick. He made a Taiji attack. His hand was in the shape of a fist and his middle finger protruded. Like a strong wind attack, he hit the throat of the red stick directly.

The red stick purred twice in his throat, his veins burst up on his head, covered his neck, his face flushed, and took a few steps back.

It was so painful that he couldn't shout out.

Meng Yuliang took Lu Yongsheng in his hand and said coldly, "take me to see her. Can you save yourself? It's my own business. You pretend to tie me back and bring me to lame Wenhui with her. You are numerous. Are you afraid of me alone?"

Soon, Meng Yuliang met Cheng Yi in a canning factory.

AZU is feeding Cheng Yi coke. When he sees red stick coming in with a man, he laughs twice and says, "brother red stick, you come to charge people yourself. Who is this?"

Don't mention how embarrassing the red stick is. It's abused like a fool. I don't know how to introduce it.

Meng Yuliang's eyes became gentle at the moment he saw Cheng Yi.

She craned her neck and drank the coke in the bottle. She felt cute inexplicably.

This is my Cheng Yi.

No difficulty can knock her down. In any case, we can find a way to live well.

"Lang'er, how did you get caught?" Cheng Yi said with a smile.

"No way, I want to see you." Meng Yuliang smiled.

He came to Cheng Yi.

Lu Yongsheng's arrogant laughter sounded outside the warehouse.

Neat people rushed in, with sticks, knives and axes in their hands.

Eight or nine people surrounded Meng Yuliang and Cheng Yi.

"Brother Sheng..." red stick was also a little surprised. He turned around and looked at Lu Yongsheng with a mean smile.

"Brother Sheng, didn't you agree?" he asked.

Meng Yuliang said, "brother Sheng, words don't count. It's not what a gentleman does."

"Do you think I really want you to make trouble in front of lame Wenhui? Let you ruin my good deed? You really think it's too simple. When you get to my territory, I want you to die. It's not a matter of minutes?"

Lu Yongsheng laughed three times: "your skill is good, your appearance is good, but your brain is not very good."

Cheng Yi looks at Lu Yongsheng and despises him: fool, it's you who can't use your brain.

Meng Yuliang bent down, untied Cheng Yi's rope and gently asked, "are you hurt?"

"Nothing," Cheng Yi said.

"Remember how to use the knife?" Meng Yuliang touched her head and asked softly.

Cheng Yi said proudly, "saving people with a knife is no better than you. Killing people with a knife is much better than you."