Female President's Life Assistant

Chapter 38 Yanjing Martial Arts Association 【Seek everything】

"Mom, I'm back."

Su Xiaoxiao pushed open the door of the villa and shouted.

"Xiao Xiao is back?"

Xie Wenli came out from the living room, looked behind Su Xiaoxiao suspiciously, "It's my fault, why didn't I come back with you."

"Huh? He's at home."

Su Xiaoxiao was taken aback for a moment, then quickly replied.

The dad upstairs also went downstairs after hearing the commotion, and seeing Su Xiaoxiao asked suspiciously: "Why don't you say hello in advance when you come back? Your mother and I have finished our meal, by the way, why didn't Xiao Fang Come on, I want to have a drink with him."

Seeing that one of her parents was wrong and the other was yelling, Su Xiaoxiao said jealously: "Parents, are you your own or is he your own? Why don't you two elders care about me?"

"Haha, why don't you care, old woman, hurry up and get your daughter something to eat."

Su Botong smiled heartily, never expecting his daughter to be jealous.

I still eat my boyfriend's jealousy.

"How old are you? Tell me, what do you want to eat?" Xie Wenli scratched Su's little nose and asked dotingly.

"I want to eat hairy crabs."

When it comes to eating, Su Xiaoxiao visibly cheers up, her eyes smile like crescent moons.

"Wait, mom will do it for you now, you and your dad can sit in the living room for a while."

Xie Wenli explained, and turned back to the kitchen.

Both of them don't really like having a servant by their side, so they usually do everything by themselves, and the seafood at home will be delivered by someone every day.

"Xiao Xiao, are you having a conflict with Xiao Fang? Let me tell you, men are all good-faced, so just apologize and you'll be fine."

Su Botong spoke first, intending to inquire about the progress of their relationship.

"What are you thinking, Dad, I didn't quarrel with him."

"It's fine if you don't quarrel. Let me tell you, after I got to know him last night, I found that Xiao Fang is really good. You have to take good care of him."

learn?

Isn't it just drinking a bottle and a half of white wine, then falling asleep after talking a lot of nonsense?

Could it be that Duke Zhou told Dad in the dream!
"Dad, you know something, tell me too." Su Xiaoxiao teased with a smile.

Su Botong blushed, and said stiffly: "You little girl doesn't understand everyone, wine quality is character, and Xiaofang can drink so well, his character is definitely not bad."

"Haha, I know Dad, you just need to drink less alcohol from now on, and don't scare my boyfriend away."

Su Xiaoxiao was very happy to hear that her father admitted that Fang Zi was wrong, but she still had to warn this old naughty boy, restrain herself a little, and don't make Fang Zi wrong to drink every time.

"Don't drink, don't drink, I don't dare to drink with him anymore. I didn't expect Xiao Fang to drink quite a lot at a young age." Su Botong said with lingering fear.

"That's right, it doesn't matter who chooses it." Su Xiaoxiao said triumphantly.

Gee.

Silly girl, this is really emotional.

At this time, Fang Zicuo was sitting carelessly on the sofa.

"Clang, clang, your takeaway has arrived."

Fang Zicuo hurriedly opened the door and took the crayfish he just ordered.

In the past few days, I have been eating with Su Xiaoxiao, and suddenly ordering takeaway by myself, only to find that the prices are really getting higher and higher.

A full 160 eight yuan, heartache to death.

The weather is getting hotter.

Fang Zi turned on the air conditioner by mistake, sat in the living room, placed the league game on the coffee table, ate crayfish, and drank an iced Coke when he was thirsty.

Refreshing!

Xia Tian, ​​who was sleeping beside him, was also woken up by the voice of the commentator, Colonel Guan, and jumped onto the coffee table screaming.

Fang Zicuo quickly passed the crayfish in his hand to its nose, letting it smell whether it was poisonous.

It may be because of the spicy taste, or because of the problem of just getting up, the little nose twitched in summer, and he sneezed a lot, and directly scrapped a crayfish that had just been grilled.

"If you can't eat it, don't yell!"

Fang Zicuo taught the lesson, you must know that there are only thirty crayfish in 160, this is a good move, the five yuan is gone.

Xia Tian ignored him completely, and carefully sniffed the straw of ice cola beside him, and found that there was nothing it liked to eat, so he jumped to the side and continued to sleep.

After dinner, looking at the sky, it wasn't too late. Fang Zi, who was itchy, changed into a sportswear by mistake, and was going to practice in the park.

Ever since I got the master-level Xingyi Wing Chun, I haven't really tried it, at most I have made two gestures in the community.

Fang Zicuo vaguely remembered that he had seen a boxing post when he went for a walk in the People's Park before, so he planned to go and have a look and practice boxing.

Follow the route in memory to the southeast corner of the People's Park, and sure enough, I found a Wing Chun stand in the corner that no one cares about.

There are not many people who play Wing Chun now, and more people like Tai Chi or square dance, so except for a few people who play, they are basically vacant.

Taking two deep breaths, Fang Zi walked over to the stake and stood up.

Wing Chun's Eight Hands include Plowing, Blocking, Spreading, Arm, Sleeping, Asking, Fu, and Circle.

The two hands of trapped and circled are completed by the cooperation of both hands. The trapped hand is generally composed of double blocking hands, and the circled hand is generally completed by double plowing hands.

The whole set of wooden dummy pile method is integrated, with a total of 110 six forms.

Starting from the plowing style, according to the tricks in memory, Fang Zicuo began to practice the wooden stakes slowly, without noticing that an old man in blue training suit was staring at him.

Lin Dengguo is the honorary vice president of the Yanjing Martial Arts Association. Almost everyone in the Yanjing Martial Arts circle is familiar with it. It has been a habit of more than ten years to come to the People's Park to drive piles after dinner.

Unexpectedly, when he came today, he found that the stake was already occupied, and he was still a handsome young man. Lin Dengguo sat aside with great interest and watched Fang Zicuo punching quietly.

Well, the movement of the starting hand is correct, hey, the blocking hand is also very beautiful.

The more Lin Dengguo watched, the more frightened he became. The young man in front of him was not very old, but he could be said to be able to fight every move naturally. It's just that his speed was not good, but it was far better than his old friend.

After several years of practice, he still couldn't even play in a showy manner. Lin Dengguo took out his mobile phone and decided to record a section for his old friends to see. The young people nowadays are better at typing than him.

As everyone knows, this was the beginning of his shock. As Fang Zicuo gradually became familiar with this feeling, the memory in his muscles began to exert strength slowly, and the speed of his fist became faster and faster. "Bang bang" sound.

Even if you are far away, you can feel how terrifying its power is!
Lin Dengguo's eyes were wide open, how could this be a good fight?This is simply the level of a master!
If it weren't for Fang Zicuo's slightly youthful face, Lin Dengguo would never have doubted that this is a highly respected man, his boxing skills are like the wind, and he is natural, and there is no sense of disobedience between every move and move. Even he is ashamed of himself!

Fang Zicuo played for 10 minutes, and Lin Dengguo also recorded for 10 minutes. When Fang Zicuo stopped slowly, he couldn't wait to run up and ask, "Little brother, I would like to ask, do you want to play Yong?" How old is spring?"

"Ah, me?"

The sudden old man startled Fang Zicuo, he didn't seem to know this person, he looked around and there was no one else, Fang Zicuo pointed at himself with some doubts.

"Well, let me introduce myself. I am the honorary vice president of Yanjing Martial Arts Association. My surname is Lin, and my name is Lin Dengguo. You can call me Uncle Lin. I think you are very unfamiliar, but Wing Chun is very good. That's why I wanted to ask."

"Oh, hello, Uncle Lin, my name is Fang Zicuo, I have been playing for a few years, and I play it myself." Fang Zicuo replied embarrassingly.

"How many years?!" Lin Dengguo involuntarily raised his decibel.

Are young people nowadays so evil?

It takes a few years to truly master Wing Chun!
"I don't play very well. If there is something wrong, please point it out, and I will pay attention." Fang Zicuo said with a guilty conscience.

After all, the person in front of him is the vice president of the Yanjing Martial Arts Association. In the eyes of others, his three-legged cat kung fu must be playing a big knife in front of Guan Gong-exaggerating one by one.

Seeing what Fang Zicuo said, Lin Denguo's heart was even more turbulent. His boxing skills were good, and he was so humble, which made him eager to recruit talents.

"Little brother, why don't you join our Yanjing Martial Arts Association? With your strength, there is absolutely no problem."

"Thank you sir for your kindness, but I think it's better to forget it. I still have a job."

Fang Zi made a mistake and ran away without giving Lin Dengguo any chance to react.

He didn't want to show his face in public. If he joined some martial arts association, there would definitely be a lot of trouble.

To sum it up, it’s actually one word—lazy!
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(End of this chapter)