Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

Fang Ideal shook her head, did not look at it, as soon as she turned her head away, she saw two suspicious people, she fixed her eyes and looked again.

The two people opposite are also looking at her!

Fang Ideal immediately raised the scarf, covering the outline of his chin: "Xu Fang, did the two recognize us and keep staring at us."

The two of them have already walked over, a man and a woman, hugging and hugging each other. They should be a couple. The size of the two is not good. The girl is a loli, small, and the man is very fat. It's not the main point, the main thing is his brand name, the chain on his neck, the watch on his hand, and the four words are written all over his body-I am a big money!

The big money said: "Where did you buy your headband?"

The Beijing accent is strong, and the tone is not very kind.

Fang Ideal didn't want to be arrogant, and out of courtesy he replied: "We made it ourselves."

Little Lori didn't give up: "Is there no place to sell?"

This loli...

Why are you doing this?

Fang Ideal: "No."

Little Lori was tender and tender and asked, "Can you sell yours to us?"

He speaks coquettishly.

Fang Ideal got a little goosebumps, and the two exposed eyeballs still exude a friendly light: "Sorry, we don't sell."

The big money is very temperamental, and said in a vicious voice: "It's not for sale."

The little Lolita by his side refused to follow him anymore, and acted softly, "But I want it." She groaned, pointed at Zhou Xufang's headband and said, "I want the one on her head."

If they want it, they have to give it to them?

Fang Ideal: Ha ha.

The big boyfriend who couldn't hold others had a lot of money, so he said: "I can pay more, can I resell it to us?"

Zhou Xufang shook his head and did not sell.

The man glanced at the stuff on Zhou Xufang's head, and spent a lot of money: "I will pay you ten times."

Zhou Xufang was wearing a mask, and there was no emotion in his eyes, except for the coldness that strangers should not get near: "I don't sell it."

The man sneered, because he was not tall, he raised his chin and asked, "Then how much do you want?"

As if she was blackmailing, Zhou Xufang was a little unhappy.

Jiang Zhi stepped forward and pulled her behind him. Even with a humorous green stick on his head, he still did not lose his temperament: "My girlfriend said, don't sell, don't understand?"

The man is probably also a rich and powerful man, his tone is mad and irritable: "Isn't it just a broken headband, show off what? I'm still showing off here!"

Such a beating tone must be beaten.

Jiang Zhi just took a step forward and was held back by Zhou Xufang. She shook her head and whispered, "There are many people here, and I will be recognized."

How can he be considered a half public figure, and Fang Ideal is there.

Jiang Zhi licked his back molar and endured it.

It's just that the man hasn't constrained, and the little girlfriend who coaxed him to get angry said: "Don't be angry, baby, it's just a tattered item, we are not rare." While speaking, he turned his head back and gave him a provocative look.

Jiang Zhi is not a good-natured, not always.

He took a bracelet from Zhou Xufang's hand, squeezed it, and tossed it lightly, and when the bracelet fell to knee height, he stretched out and kicked it.

"what!"

In the middle of the man's calf, he cried out in pain: "Damn, which grandson?" Turning his head, staring at Jiang Zhi, he cursed, "You **** want to die!"

Jiang Zhi took his other hand out of his coat pocket and glanced at his girl: "Zhou Xufang, I'm going to hit someone, can't you stop?"

Zhou Xufang said: "Don't stop."

That man just scolded Jiang Zhi.

Zhou Xufang, who doesn't like to use violence to solve problems, also felt that the man had to be beaten.

Jiang Zhi loosened the button of a coat and looked at the man: "Don't fight there, come here." The tone was slow.

The man rolled up his sleeve and rushed over: "I **** your mother*!"

Jiang Zhi stepped forward, no nonsense, and kicked the man's chest.

The man staggered two steps, fell down, and embarrassed him. He was furious: "Your mother--" Just about to get up, a foot stepped on his shoulder.

Jiang Zhi is wearing short canvas shoes, black, very street, suitable for fighting.

There was no anger on his face, and his tone was lazy: "One more curse."

The man struggled twice, but his right shoulder was stepped on the ground, and he couldn't move at all. There were more and more people watching. He lost his face and flushed with anger. He was so embarrassed that he slapped a harsh word: " Do you know who I am?"

Jiang Zhi leaned over a little: "Then do you know who I am?" With another effort under his feet, the man immediately screamed.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

The cry was terrible.

His little Lolita girlfriend was terrified a long time ago, Hua Rong turned pale, hiding away.

"Does it hurt?"

The man was flushed with pain, and the blue veins on his neck were violent.

Jiang Zhi held his hand and looked at his embarrassment: "If it hurts, there will be lessons." The tone is lazy, but there is a bit of wild energy, but there is also three or four points of elegance, he said, "Remember from now on, don't put your eyes on the top of your head when you go out, lower the shelf. At the feet of the imperial capital, no one is a master yet."

Moreover, the lord at the feet of the imperial capital can still wait for three or six.

The man who was stepped lying on the ground was still struggling, his eyes staring like brass bells, angrily.

"I'm not convinced?" He blew the broken hair on his forehead, "Young Master Jiang from the Qingshan Mansion, come to me if you are not satisfied."

Young Master Jiang?

Which Jiang family?

The man stood still suddenly, stunned.

This is the first time Fang Ideal has seen Jiang Zhi beating people. It is said that the young man of the Jiang family is weak and weak. It is three steps, one panting, five steps and one cough, and he is a sick young man who can't live for twenty-five years.

She was worried about Jiang Zhi's death before, but now she feels relieved that Zhou Xufang should not be widowed too early. Jiang Zhi is sick and sick, so beautiful that your heart is broken, and you can start a fight, but also can be wild and can't move your legs, it is really suitable for attack and accept, can go up and down...

Cough cough cough, thinking about going off, business matters, business matters, Fang Ideal quickly reminded Zhou Xufang: "Xu Fang, someone is shooting."

Zhou Xufang, who was full of eyes only with her boyfriend, discovered that many passersby were taking pictures with their mobile phones. She ran over and stood in front of Jiang Zhi and said coldly, "Don't take pictures."

Jiang Zhi let go, took off the scarf from his neck, surrounded Zhou Xufang, and led her out of the crowd: "Are you allowed to enter?"

Fang Ideal put her large canvas bag on her back: "Yes."

The three entered directly.

Zhou Xufang is still a little worried: "Someone just took a video." If it is posted on the Internet, someone will definitely take it out of context and say that Jiang Zhi's is not.

Jiang Zhi took her backpack and held it for her: "It doesn't matter, it's so dark, I still wear a mask, and I can't take a picture."

Zhou Xufang thought about it for a moment, and the light outside seemed very dim just now, so he was relieved.