True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

  Chapter 407 Ying Huang’s short guard, one punch to explode [1 more]

  The workmanship of the sachet is indeed not very good, and there are many gravel on the ground.

  The brunette young man stepped down like this, deliberately humiliating Fengyue, and trampled the sachet in a few strokes.

  The silk cloth was damaged, and the medicinal materials that Ying Ziying contained in it fell to the ground, and it was stained with dust.

   is obviously completely unusable.

  Feng Yue saw his eyes split apart, but he couldn't stop it at all.

  The young man took a look, his eyes were full of disgust, he lifted his foot, and kicked the broken sachet away: "I thought it was something good, that's it? It was really poor."

  He always looked down on Orientals.

  Some people from the East come here to study abroad. One day he can't get used to it on a whim, and he will bully.

  Involving Irna this time, the brunette youth can't tolerate it even more.

  There hasn’t been any fight in the last few days. He has been itchy hands a long time ago. Who caused this kid to hit him at his muzzle anyway?

"I warn you, be honest on whose turf you are." The young man raised his hand and punched Feng Yue's face again, laughing sarcastically, "There are some things we can say casually, but you No, because you are not qualified, understand?"

  After the warning was over again, he let go of his hand.

  Feng Yue collapsed on the ground along the wall, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

  For a long time, his tinnitus stopped and he barely stood up.

Feng Yue pursed his lips, walked to the trash can, picked up the damaged sachet, and put it back in his pocket.

  He did not go to the market again, put on a mask and went back to the apartment building.

  The number of people who go directly to the international competition is just over a hundred in the world, so they all live in an apartment.

  It's just that boys are at the lower level, girls are at the top, and boys are not allowed to go up.

  There is an unmanned supermarket on the first floor, with everything you need.

Feng Yue didn't plan to tell anyone about this. After buying some medicines and gauze in the supermarket, he went upstairs.

  The brunet-haired young man was hit in the face specially, the injury is not light, it is not easy to conceal it.

  Feng Yue thought, if someone asks at that time, he will say that he fell by himself, so he can't let other classmates be bullied.

  Just when he was giving himself medicine, Teng Yunmeng and three other students came down to him to discuss problems.

After seeing Feng Yue's appearance, Teng Yunmeng was shocked: "Feng Yue, what's the matter with you?"

   "Nothing." Feng Yue hissed and gasped, "I fell."

   "You are just opening your eyes and talking nonsense." Teng Yunmeng smiled angrily, "This is obviously a man hit."

   "Did you see it?" Feng Yue smiled bitterly, "I was beaten by Irna's admirer, and I blamed me for not paying attention to my words and deeds."

  "Why should he hit you?" Teng Yunmeng was even more angry. "What they said is even more ugly. What disgusting words are used, and the victim is guilty?"

  Feng Yue lowered his head: "Who makes this place really belong to others, if it is in China, this kind of thing will definitely not happen."

  Professor Zuo Li and several honorary professors of Imperial Capital University came with the team this time.

  But the professors live in another building, far away.

   "Mengmeng, don't tell Yingshen about this." Feng Yue remembered the most important thing, "I'm afraid Yingshen will fight it."

  Teng Yunmeng did not answer yet, a cool voice sounded: "I have heard it."

  Feng Yue was startled and turned his head abruptly.

  The girl embraced her arms and leaned against the door.

  Her eyes are not warm, but anyone can feel the low pressure that oppresses the nerves.

   makes people almost breathless.

  "Ying, Yingshen, you..." Feng Yue stammered, "Why are you back at this time."

   "It seems to be just right." Ying Zijin walked in, "Otherwise I would be concealed, but you can indeed tell at a glance that it was hit by someone."

  She glanced at the wound on Feng Yue’s face, took out a pill box from her pocket and threw it over: "wipe it."

  Feng Yue quickly opened the pill box, which was a kind of white ointment.

  He didn't hesitate, picked up a cotton swab and dipped the ointment to the wound.

  Not only does it hurt, but it feels cool.

  Feng Yue grinned and deliberately changed the subject: "Hey, Yingshen, your medicine is too effective. I don’t know if it’s my illusion. My wound seems to be healing. Where I bought it, I want to buy it too."

   "Stop talking nonsense."

  "……"

  Feng Yue shut up.

  嬴子衿 went out again, stopped a girl at the top of the stairs, and went straight to the point: "Excuse me, do you know where Ilna is?"

   "She, she should be at HomeParty on 14th Street." The girl stammered, "The draw will be tomorrow, tomorrow, and she has many friends, so I went to celebrate for her."

  HomeParty, whose Chinese name is "Hang Party", is a commercial venue for private parties.

  Ying Ziyan nodded: "Thank you."

   "So, what, this classmate." The girl mustered up the courage, "You, you are so beautiful, can I take a photo with you?"

   "If you have something urgent, I'll talk about it later." Ying Zijin returned to Fengyue's bedroom, her eyes quietly cold, "I'll call for a car now, let's go together."

  **

  Fifteen minutes later.

  14th Street, HomeParty.

  The organizer of today's youth party is not Irna, but the boys who pursue her.

  The brunette young man is indeed there, and he is still talking about the matter he had just beaten up as a joke to others.

  The door was kicked open at this moment, and the earth-shaking "bang" was overshadowed by the sound of music.

  Irna turned her head and frowned when she saw someone coming: "I don’t remember that I invited you."

  The other students also stopped and looked over.

  Ying Zijin glanced: "Feng Yue, identify, who is it?"

  Feng Yue opened his mouth: "Ying God, I..."

  He knew that Yingzijin would fight, and it was not a problem to hit several big men by one person, so he would definitely not get hurt.

  But as a contestant, once she starts, she is likely to face the situation of retirement.

  嬴子衿 still those two words, faintly: "Identify."

  Feng Yue hadn’t spoken yet, the brunette youth had already stood up, with a mocking expression: “Oh, I moved to the rescue? Still a girl? Say, how do you want me to beat her?”

  Teng Yunmeng's mouth couldn't help but twitch.

  She has never seen her, and some people take the initiative to die.

  Ying Ziying nodded slightly: "Is it him?"

Although the two words    are asking questions, their intonation is flat.

  If the candidate is confirmed, it is easy to handle.

  嬴子衿 rolled up his sleeves and walked forward.

  The young man's mouth was still smiling sarcastically: "Why, you don't really want to treat me--"

  Before he finished speaking, he felt a tight throat.

  The next second, he was hit on the wall.

  The girl pinched the collar of the brunette young man with one hand, and then lifted him up.

  No one thought of this scene, and Irna was stunned.

  A few seconds later, a few girls in the crowd screamed.

  Feng Yue murmured: "Fuck..."

  At that time, when he was in Dynasty KTV, he fainted. He didn't see Yingzijian doing it with his own eyes, and only watched the video afterwards.

  Video recording is far less impactful than on-site.

  The young brunette didn’t even expect that he would be treated like this, with a stern look: "You're looking for death!"

  He wanted to fight back immediately, but he only felt that his limbs were paralyzed, and he lost his strength for a while.

  Ying Ziying turned his head and looked at Feng Yue: "How he beat you just now, you can beat him back."

  Feng Yue was still in shock and did not recover. A few seconds later, he stepped forward, a little hesitant: "Yingshen, will there be anything wrong?"

  嬴子衿 just said: "Hit."

  Feng Yue didn't hesitate at this time, he squeezed his fist and smashed it into the face of the brunette young man.

  The brown-haired young man was extremely angry: "Smelly boy, you--"

  He couldn't finish what he said again, because Feng Yue hit it again with a punch.

After finishing the two punches, Feng Yue shook his sore hand: "Yingshen, I'm finished."

  He must go to a fighting class during the summer vacation.

   "I don't think it is enough." Ying Zizhen raised his eyes, "In the war, our country had a slogan, "People don't offend me, I don't offend people, if anyone offends me, I will be a criminal."

   "I use our etiquette to teach you what is called hospitality."

   "The feeling of being unable to struggle, you can also experience it."

  嬴子衿's hand was still imprisoned by the brunette young man, his empty left hand was slowly held up, and he hit him again.

  This punch does not seem to be as powerful as Feng Yue, but it is more powerful than Feng Yue.

  The brown-haired young man's brain buzzed, his eyes were black, and he almost fainted.

  There was a **** surge in the throat, spreading with the smell of rust.

  The young brunette has bullied many Orientals, and he never thought that one day he would be hanged and beaten by an Oriental girl.

  "This matter, just forget it." Irina finally couldn't stand it anymore, and she was very annoyed. "Boys have some small frictions in private, what a normal thing, what are you doing?"

   She thinks that Ying Zizhen is indeed very responsive, but she does not like it, or she has an inexplicable irritability.

   is like an old friend she hates.

  But Irna quickly took the idea out of her mind, and she also felt that her thoughts were very ridiculous.

   Even if she is annoying her old friend, she has to admit that not everyone can compare.

  Ying Zijin didn't look at Irna, and didn't give a single look.

   Instead, he raised his hand and threw a photo of the brunette young man's collar on the ground.

  The person in this photo is Irna. The young brunette likes it very much, so she always takes it with him.

  Ying Ziying kicked and kicked the photo in front of Feng Yue: "Tear it."

  (End of this chapter)