Rebirth of the Best Businesswoman at School

"The day after tomorrow." Xingli said cheerfully.

Upon hearing this, she knew that she had even booked the air ticket.

"Look back and send me the flight number, and I will pick you up." Wu Bi said helplessly, but he did not forget to say, "You should keep a low profile and don't let other people know it. It will be passed to the head's ears and it will hurt me. Suffer with you."

"Got it! Hang up, see you the day after tomorrow, bye..."

After hanging up the phone, Wu Bi couldn't help sitting on the bed to let go of his thoughts.

A phone call from Xingli, like a huge hand, pulled him back from nothingness to reality. For two years, he almost thought he was an ordinary gang boss.

However, in the first few months, he almost lost his life, just to avoid hurting others, he didn't say anything.

Thinking of this, Wu Bi's mind couldn't help but show Jane's face, and the look of her head down and her face seriously rubbing medicine on herself, and he couldn't get rid of it.

His expression softened by three points, until the cigarette **** in his hand burned to the tail and almost burned to himself, only to make Wu Bikankhan come back to his senses.

After pressing out the cigarette in the ashtray, Wu Bi got up and went to the bathroom to wash away exhaustion.

...

On the second day, the Longxing Martial Arts Hall was doing daily morning exercises.

"Yang Jie, come out for me!"

Outside the martial arts hall, there was a sudden shout of anger.

The voice was full of breath, and it reached everyone's ears clearly, and everyone on the martial arts field couldn't help stopping their movements one after another, looking at each other inexplicably.

"Dad, the voice seems to be the master of the Liang Pavilion next door Zhenhua." Yang Xiaowen stepped forward and said.

Yang Jie nodded: "Go open the door and invite people in."

Longxing Martial Arts Hall and Zhenhua Martial Arts Hall are adjacent to each other. They used to be both Chinese Traditional Martial Art Halls, but there are some competitive relations.

Only afterwards the Zhenhua martial arts field was transformed, and now the bishops of foreign martial arts, the two have no intersection for a long time.

Occasionally, when I touch it at the door, I will stop to greet you.

It's just that Liang Shaopeng, Yang Jie doesn't really appreciate him, hypocritical and powerful, but he just sees through but doesn't say it. After all, if you look up and see you down, you will always be able to live.

Yang Xiaowen went out to open the door after answering, but Jian Ai and Li Mobai suddenly thought of something.

The other party suddenly called the door. Could it be because of the conflict between the previous few people and the opponent's martial arts disciples?

Some days have passed since this incident. At first, they felt that the other party was just kicking the gym, but they didn't wait for any movement the next day and the third day. After a long time, they gradually forgot.

Unexpectedly, did you come here today?

"Master, there is something we haven't had time to tell you." Li Mobai stepped forward and lowered his head.

Yang Jie was about to speak, but saw that Yang Xiaowen had led people in.

Headed by Liang Shaopeng, followed by a dozen disciples from the Zhenhua Martial Arts Dojo in the dark, most of them were wearing Taekwondo and Judo uniforms, all of them looking bad and aggressive.

As for the young man standing next to Yang Jie, Jane recognized it at a glance, and he was the one who kicked him.

When the other party saw Jane Ai, he immediately pointed at her and said, "Master, it's her!"

When Yang Jie saw this, he frowned slightly, and then looked at Liang Shaopeng and his tone became cold by three points: "Brother Liang, what do you mean?"

"Yang Jie, your martial arts disciple hurt my martial arts person, you must have an explanation about this, right?" Liang Shaopeng raised his neck and said with an arrogant expression.

When Ning Zexuan heard the words, he couldn't refute in anger: "You wicked people first file a complaint. It is clear that your people are deliberately looking for fault, and you deserve to be beaten!"