I'm married to a bigoted man

Chapter 33

"Don't come to see your wife if you have nothing to do in the future, otherwise..." Uncle Zheng squeezed out the cigarette that was still burning, then threw the cigarette butt into the trash can with precision.

Hearing this, Baimu's face turned pale.

Uncle Zheng's move is obviously to remind her: the status of the Bai family and the Huo family are very different, and it is easier for the Huo family to crush them than to crush ants.

So if you have nothing to do, don't come to give away the head.

Mother Bai was terrified by her own thoughts, and nodded tremblingly: "I...I know."

Thus, a trouble was solved by Uncle Zheng without Baijiu's knowledge.

Not far from Qingyuan Middle School is a vocational high school. Because the school explicitly prohibits students from dating on campus, some students go to other schools to find partners.

Among them is this vocational high school.

After school in the afternoon, Baijiu came out of the school and was about to get on the bus when he suddenly saw a female student in the class surrounded by boys from a vocational high school.

Baijiu is not a nosy person, but she has a good impression of girls, and she just sits and does nothing when she sees it, so Baijiu can't do it.

Withdraw the foot that stepped on the car, and then close the door with a "bang".

Uncle Zheng, who heard the sound, turned his head and looked at the girl outside the car: "Madam, what's the matter?"

"I have something to deal with." Baijiu took off the schoolbag on his back and stuffed it into the car through the window, his tone lightly.

Uncle Zheng didn't ask any further questions, he just got out of the car and followed Baijiu towards the corner intersection ahead.

"Liang Xiaoyi, you're pretty cool. With the support of that kid from the Sports Institute, you sent Brother Zhao to the hospital." The boy with the hair dyed yellow on his forehead said with a sneer.

Wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, the delicate-looking girl had a bit of fear in her eyes, but she still straightened her back: "What do you want to do?"

"What are you doing?" The boys looked at each other and laughed, "Of course I'm taking you and that boy from the sports institute to the hospital to apologize to Brother Zhao. If you're sensible, you can go with us yourself. If you dare to shout ...You look pretty good too, we'll give it to brother Zhao after we play..."

Baijiu held Liang Xiaoyi's shoulder with one hand, then lifted his foot suddenly, and kicked fiercely on the belly of the boy who wanted to touch the girl while talking.

"Hold!"

The boy staggered back a few steps, bent over in pain, and hugged his stomach with his hands.

Several of his brothers quickly supported him, and when they saw the boy being beaten, a group of people became anxious immediately, and rushed up without saying a word, rolling up their sleeves.

Baijiu's finger in the pocket of his trousers moved slightly, and she stretched back the hand that was holding Liang Xiaoyi, and the girl was pushed out.

"Hey!"

Liang Xiaoyi watched the girl confront four or five people, fearing that she would suffer, so she hurried forward to break up the fight, but was grabbed by the shoulder by a hand in the next second.

Looking back, it was a smiling middle-aged man.

"Little girl, didn't your parents teach you to avoid danger?"

Liang Xiao said anxiously: "But..."

"Don't worry, just look..."

The girl in a clean school uniform turned sideways to avoid the opponent's fist, and when the opponent was in the air, she suddenly raised her knee and pressed it against the boy's abdomen quickly and ruthlessly. The boy, who was so painful that he couldn't straighten up, pushed over.

Baijiu has always remembered what Gu Fanxing once told her: Don't greet someone you can't offend, and vice versa.

So when the yellow-haired boy, who had recovered from the pain, was about to kick her lower abdomen, Baijiu half-closed his eyes, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

Dodging to avoid the boy's kick, the girl grabbed him by the collar and punched him in the face with a cold expression.

　#small theater#
　　Jiujiu: "Brother Xing" said that anyone who can afford it must be slapped in the face!

　　A certain author: But how do you know they are something you can afford?

　　Jiujiu: Because... I have Chengcheng!
　　Brother Cheng (big backer, hardcore background): Yes
　　
　
(End of this chapter)