"Making extra money?" An Qing was completely angry at this time, even if he knew that Li Qing was doing ghosts, but he didn't know what tricks he was playing, and said that he was making extra money to subsidize his family.

In other words, any woman who hears such words will probably not be able to accept it.

"What are you talking about? Say it again?" An Qing's long black shawl hair became a little disheveled because of his anger.

"No, I didn't say anything!" Li Qing had greeted An Qing in advance, so she mistakenly thought that she would cooperate with her, so she had no sense of proportion in her speech, and she said boldly with confidence.

But I didn't expect that I was still careless, which really angered An Qing, and I was so scared that my heart and liver trembled.

"Hey, you two are going to quarrel and go home and quarrel!" Song Fatzi on the side looked at Li Qing and An Qing flirting and scolding, and said unhappily.

If there is still someone in the ward, can't you take care of your feelings?

"I also gave the money, should I do what I said at the beginning?" Song Fatzi hugged his hands on his chest, looking like a rich man is a master.

"Okay!" Li Qing agreed with a pleasant face on the surface, and sneered in his heart: "Really think Lao Tzu will sell An Qing cheaply, you guy?"

"Now, you leave this ward immediately!" Li Qing accepted the money, and immediately turned his face and didn't recognize anyone, pointed to the door of the ward, and ordered at Song Fatzi?

"Yohe?" When Song Fatzi heard this, he was stunned and didn't seem to react, but soon, he saw him laughing, laughing very happily, and he could even be said to be a little evil.

"After receiving Lao Tzu's money, are you not ready to do anything?" Song Fat asked with a wicked smile?

"Collect money?" Li Qing also laughed evilly: "You dare to harass my wife, this money will be your compensation for mental damages!"

Li Qing also said the purpose of his acting just now, from Song Fatman bullying An Qing, to An Qing hiding in the ward, and Song Fatty's every move, he was extremely disgusted with the tattooed fat man in front of him.

But An Qing undoubtedly suffered a loss just now, not to mention being frightened, Song Fatzi's foul language and teasing are the most hurtful for a woman.

Officially because of this, Li Qing, who was lying on the hospital bed, thought of this method, if he directly beat this Song fat man, for him, the punishment was too light, so it was better to compensate for mental damages.

"Mental loss fee?" Song Fatzi was stunned by the words that came out of Li Qing's mouth again, this guy is so good-looking, he just molested a woman, and he didn't even think of molesting, but he was cheeky to ask for a phone number, and he could actually get it to the mental loss fee?

"Okay!good!good!" Song Fat Man was so angry that he said three times in a row, and now he finally understood that Li Qing was just acting, what was making extra money, what was talking about deals, it was just!

"Since you don't eat and drink in the toast, I will fulfill you today!" Song Fatzi saw Li Qing lying on the hospital bed, his hands were inconvenient to move, and he immediately waved his thick round arms.

Seeing that Song Fat Man wanted to make a move, Li Qing told An Qing beside him: "Stand far away, be careful to splash your pig's blood for a while!"

At this critical juncture, Li Qing could still think of himself, and specially told him to stay away...

"Isn't that just afraid that you will hurt yourself if you fight for a while?" Inexplicably, An Qing's cold heart suddenly warmed, and it was the first time he took the initiative to listen to a man's words, nodded slightly, and leaned against the wall in the corner.

After seeing An Qing's movements in the corner of his eye, Li Qing's heart was relieved, fighting, he had never been afraid of anyone, don't look at his right arm now, in the face of Song Fatzi's appearance, as long as he has one hand, no, it can even be said that it can be easily solved without hands.

Seeing that Song Fatty's meaty fist was getting closer and closer, Li Qing was still lying on the hospital bed unmoved, and he didn't even make any dodging movements...

This scene fell in the eyes of Song Fatzi, which made him very proud, and he couldn't help but scold: "Xiao'er, don't you dare to ask Lao Tzu for mental damages? The six thousand is even your medical expenses!"

"Hehe!" These words fell on Li Qing's ears, except for making him smile faintly, there was no other reaction, just the right leg hidden in the quilt, the muscles were tense together, sitting and accumulating, like a rocket ready to go, waiting for the final order...

"3, 2, 1..."Carefully observing the distance between Song Fat Man and himself, Li Qing silently read the number in his heart, and when Song Fat Man's body had come to the side of the hospital bed, and his fleshy fist was about to smash on his face, a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

When the last number was finished, the right leg covered under the quilt suddenly lifted up and glared forward fiercely.

"Crunch!" The iron-framed hospital bed was so strong that it rubbed against the marble floor.

At the same time, Li Qing's body on the hospital bed slammed back, but fortunately there was a soft pillow behind him to support him, but Rao was like this, which also drove the bed back.

Compared with Li Qing's reaction, Song Fatzi's reaction was surprisingly big, not to mention that there was a body of 200 catties that flew out directly, although the flight altitude was not too high, but it was indeed upside down.

"Oops, oops!" was different from the arrogant "oops" sound just now, after flying upside down for a short distance, Song Fat Man lay directly on the ground, covering his stomach with both hands, and let out a cry of pain.

"It hurts Lao Tzu, it hurts!" Song Fat Man curled up in a ball on the ground, like a ball of meat, shouting indiscriminately in his mouth, as if expressing the pain his body endured.

"You... How dare you hit me... You give me... Wait for me!" Song Fat Man covered his lower abdomen, got up from the ground with difficulty, and pointed to Li Qing on the hospital bed and said angrily.

"Big brother, are you stupid?" Li Qing looked at Song Fatzi with an innocent face, and said helplessly: "Did you hit me first? OK?"

"You wait for me!" Song Fat Man covered his lower abdomen that was getting more and more painful, cold sweat was repeated, just a simple moment, he felt as if his lower abdomen had been smashed by an iron rod, and it was precisely because of this that he clearly realized that he could not beat Li Qing alone?

Because, from beginning to end, in a short moment, this sick number was useless, and he just let himself down with a blow.

At this point, Song Fat Man still had self-knowledge, and immediately remembered the group of fox friends and dog friends standing at the door, and said ruthlessly: "Boy, I'll let you know how to write dead words today!" After speaking, he covered his lower abdomen, staggered out of the ward.

"I'll wait!" Li Qing said nonchalantly, smiling at the back of the fat man.

What did the fat man Song do, Li Qing knew very well in his heart, and someone outside the door just now urged him to hurry up, and it was precisely because of this that he knew that the tattooed fat man's surname was Song.

Song Fatzi just came out of the ward, and soon walked in again, but compared with the miserable when he went out, his swaggering appearance when he entered the ward again was full of face, and even the eyes that looked at Li Qing had a look of "you are dead".

Sure enough, behind Song Fatzi, three young people of similar age to him came in, with colorful hair, fancy clothes, and a cigarette in their mouths, looking like they were the boss of the world.

"Brother Song, you won't even be able to beat a sick number, right?" After the three young people who followed Song Fatzi entered the room, they first looked at Li Qing on the hospital bed and asked in disbelief.

"This kid's strength is not simple, don't be deceived by his sick appearance!" Song Fat Man said with palpitations, he also thought that Li Qing was a patient before, and he could be bullied casually, but only after fighting did he know how terrible he was.

"Brother Song, you can't really be beaten by him, right?" One of the young men, with yellow hair and a lip nail nailed to the corner of his mouth, put his hands in his pockets, crooked his neck and smiled.

"Ah Huang, you can try it and you will understand!" Song Fat Man was embarrassed to admit that he was beaten by Li Qing in front of his buddies, and just said simply.

"Tsk, this woman is so beautiful, no wonder Brother Song, you are pestering others, she is really a stunner!" Just as Huang Mao was talking to Song Fatzi, another young man with long black hair licked his lips and said, among the four people, except for Song Fatzi, his hair was not dyed, but unfortunately the long hair that was about to grow to his waist made it silly to tell whether it was a man or a woman.

"You're not bad, just looking at your waist-length black hair, not looking at your pimple face, I really think you're a beauty!" Li Qing heard that someone looked at An Qing with an evil gaze and commented, and he felt unhappy, plus there was inevitably a fight with Song Fatzi and his gang, so there was no need to be polite.

"What are you talking about?" the long-haired young man was told by Li Qing's words, and immediately asked sharply.

Pimples, pimples all over his face, have always been a pain in his heart, social people, mixing outside, relying on this face, and it is precisely because of this that he tried his best to get rid of acne, but the final result is that the pimples on his face are flooded like the water of the Yellow River, gushing out of the skin and growing on his face.

"I said that you are a very good yellow flower girl, why do you have a pimple on your face, what should you do if you can't get married in the future?"