pastoral beggar woman

Chapter 243 Zhao Ling's Death (3)
In the final analysis, Chen Ming was too embarrassed to save face and didn't have the guts to make a big deal out of it.But he can do such unscrupulous things as beating people with his hands. He hasn't found a place that is hidden enough to prevent anyone from seeing him.

Qin Shuang didn't know what came to mind, she smiled softly, and said quietly: "Women, especially women who have been wronged, always hope to find someone who can be trusted by them. You said, Zhao Ling was wronged by Chen Ming. If you feel wronged, who will you turn to?"

The three of Ah Chen paused.

"...Chen's family?" The crazy old man tentatively asked, "Didn't Chen Ming listen to his mother the most? The Chen family now loves the child in Zhao Ling's womb. Knowing that Chen Ming is beating someone, they will definitely stop him."

"Old man, there is nothing wrong with your brain!" Ah Chen and Qin Tian rolled their eyes at the crazy old man at the same time, speechless.

"The thing in Zhao Ling's stomach is not the real Chen family's seed. She has no time to feel guilty, so how could she complain to the Chen family."

"That's right! Not to mention that Chen Ming may directly reveal the matter, even if he doesn't reveal it, he will be angered by Zhao Ling's actions, and will only suffer more severe beatings."

"It seems to be right." The crazy old man smiled dryly, and said helplessly: "Forget it, can't I stop guessing, old man, I'm not good at these messy things."

Ah Chen sneered, "You're not good at anything except eating."

"Hey! I don't like hearing what you say, old man!" The crazy old man puffed up his chest and said, "I still have a superb martial arts, old man! Didn't I teach you and Qin Tian's kung fu?"

"Correct me, half of the credit for me is what I already had before I lost my memory, so don't put gold on your face."

"That's also half of my credit!"

"It's only half of it. What are you proud of? It's not that you have turned me into a martial arts master."

"As long as you follow me and study hard, within half a year, you will definitely become a top expert who is only a little bit worse than me!"

"What kind of skill is that? If you want to learn it, you have to learn that the blue is better than the blue. Sooner or later, I will make you my defeat!" Chen's face was full of arrogance that refused to admit defeat, that kind of self-confidence Fei Yang's arrogant eyes moved Qin Shuang, who was still watching the play with a smile, and there was tenderness and appreciation in his eyes that he hadn't noticed.

Her man should only be worthy of her if he has such lofty pride and self-confidence!
"Hey, you brat! You have a lot of ambition! Do you think I can be defeated so easily, old man? If it weren't for the fact that your body injury is still not healed, you can't do ten moves at most under my hands! When I recover, three moves Let you admit defeat directly!"

Ah Chen said disdainfully: "Did you drink your brains to the point of stupidity? I don't know who was almost beaten to death by me yesterday, sitting on the ground and pretending to have a recurrence of old injuries."

The crazy old man stomped his feet angrily: "What are you pretending, what are you cheating! I can't get up because of the injury that was kicked on my leg by you!"

Ah Chen looked down at his leg that hadn't been removed from the board, and lazily said: "Don't stomp, if you stomp for a while, you have to say that the old injury from my anger has recurred."

"I stomped the uninjured foot! I won't accuse you! Hmph!"

"Really." Ah Chen scratched his ears, and said coolly, "Did I remember it wrong? How could I remember that the leg you stomped on just now was the one where your 'old injury' recurred yesterday?"

"Uh……!"

"Pfft—" Qin Tian turned his head, covered his mouth and laughed so that his shoulders twitched.

(End of this chapter)