Male God Please Lie Down

The person on the opposite side, seeing Yue Qingming coming, couldn't help but yelled.

"Pooh!"

Zhao Junyan spit out blood and looked at them with cold eyes.

"Why look down on women?"

Yue Qingming stretched out his hand and threw the broom on the ground, using the broom for fights, it was really bad.

"Brothers, I heard that this woman is the best of our generation... We want to feel what it feels like to be punched by a woman's little fan."

The man just finished speaking, he felt black in front of him, and his face was black again. In a blink of an eye, he felt a sore nose, and then he fell to the ground, his eyes were a little bit unable to open. opened.

Those fists, like raindrops, slammed down on his body, especially on the face, and was also punched twice.

When Yue Qingming stood up, he still looked a little arrogant, and his face was swollen into a pig's head.

"Why, my little fan punch, are you comfortable with it?"

Yue Qingming raised his fist and asked again.

"Pump!"

Zhao Junyan, who was standing behind, couldn't help but laughed.

As there were wounds on his face, there was a burst of pain with such a smile at this time.

Yue Qingming couldn't help turning his head, and glanced at him sideways.

This kid, can you not ruin the atmosphere at this time?

Right now, Yue Qingming lowered his head again, looked at the person he had just beaten, and asked in a low voice, "Is it comfortable?"

"uncomfortable!"

"Ah, it's uncomfortable, it's really a failure, then do you want to make you more comfortable?"

Right now, Yue Qingming stretched out his hand.

"Comfortable, comfortable, so comfortable!"

The person who was beaten shouted quickly.

The corners of Yue Qingming's mouth slightly twitched, and then stood up again.

"I'm telling you, this is what I said. People who will move me in the future... first ask my fist, it's allowed or not!"

"Sideya, the boss's instigated garlic!"

Zhao Junyan has always been a champion. If he hadn't been beaten into a pig's head on his face, he would be able to say this at this time.

But now his face was beaten into a pig's head, and his speech was uncomfortable.

Instigating garlic, your family all instigating garlic!

Yue Qingming turned his head again, and squinted at Zhao Junyan to stop talking.

Zhao Junyan was cheerful, and stopped talking now.

The person who was beaten by Yue Qingming, stood up and staggered away.

"The woman hit me just now, why don't you help!"

As he walked, the person who was beaten questioned the people around him.

Since they ran faster than the rabbits, Yue Qingming couldn't hear what they said.

"What the **** is it for!?"

Yue Qingming asked Wang Ou on one side.

"Silk sauce purple..."

"you shut up!"

Listening to Zhao Junyan's muttering words, Yue Qingming had a headache.

Zhao Junyan pressed his lips quickly and stopped talking.

"I ate in the restaurant with Junzi, and they competed with us for a place. Because they had no reason, the manager of the restaurant did not give them the place, so when we had eaten out, they surrounded us... …"

As Wang Ou said, there was some shame on his face.

"Wait until the winter vacation, I will practice hard!"

Yue Qingming looked at their embarrassment and didn't know what to say.