The back was stepped on, and the bruises on the forehead corners could be clearly seen on the slightly green face, and the corners of the mouth seemed to be broken a little, with a slight bloodshot. On the black dual-purpose shirt, you can find messy footprints everywhere. Although Yang Fan looked a little embarrassed at the moment, his spirit was not bad, at least the anger of resistance in his eyes had not been extinguished.

"Hmph!" Seeing that it was Zhao Yongqi, Yang Fan snorted disdainfully and moved his gaze to the side.

"Who is your mother?" Maybe it's because of the light on his back, maybe it's because Zhao Yongqi's dress like a masked thief, who looks like a tall and thin man, that is, the owner of the hoarse voice, raised his hand and just pointed over and let out an unclean angry curse.

Another guy with colorful hair next to him, like a large turkey, quietly pulled the tall and thin arm, and said in a low voice: "Brother Hui, it seems to be Zhao Yongqi! Let's go, let's go quickly!"

"Hehe, are you still leaving?" Zhao Yongqi, who pulled off the mask on his face, took off his sunglasses, and put it in the palm of his hand for a while, and slowly stepped forward, and behind him, several big men led by Wen Chenglong had also slowly followed.

Seven or eight men in the alley, who didn't know whether they were ruffians or hooligans, turned around and wanted to run deeper into the alley when they saw that the situation was not good, but when they turned around, they found that there were already four or five big men on the other side.

Catching turtles in the urn, under the attack on both sides, these ruffians began to be a little nervous, and subconsciously fell on Zhao Yongqi, who was already two or three meters away.

"You, what do you want to do? Be careful I call the police...... Oops!" A ruffian who was blocking Zhao Yongqi's way forward, and as soon as he said a word, he was kicked over by a big foot that came directly.

Then he flew up and kicked the man in the abdomen again, kicking his not very strong body like a sandbag to the wall, and when it bounced down, he didn't even snort, and lost his movement after a few convulsions.

This ruthless action and ruthless style really made the group of ruffians start to panic. In an instant, the scolding and scolding that still existed disappeared without a trace, only the gaze with fear fell on Zhao Yongqi's tall figure.

Glancing at it casually, he raised his hand and pointed at Yang Fan, Zhao Yongqi looked at the group of ruffians coldly: "This little deflated three, although it is not a thing, that is, he has no ability and is disobedient, and it is not too much to beat ten times a day." However, have you made a mistake? He is my personal assistant, and if you want to beat or scold, you have to come to Young Master Ben! What kind of thing are you? I, Zhao Yongqi, dare to move? Miscellaneous, call me!"

Zhao Yongqi, who seemed too lazy to talk nonsense, waved his hand, and the bodyguards on both sides who had already bounced out the electric police batons swarmed up, even if the ruffians could resist one or two times, but there were the opponents of these dozen or so bodyguards, and they were put on the ground in three or two clicks, holding their heads and wailing for mercy.

"Little bastard, what are you still doing lying on the ground? The ground is very fragrant?" Since his bodyguards started to do it, Zhao Yongqi didn't even have the interest to look at those ruffians, and was squatting in front of Yang Fan at the moment squinting.

glared at Zhao Yongqi fiercely, Yang Fan sat up slowly and tremblingly, rubbing his aching arm, ignoring the handsome guy in front of him.

"Yo, there's still a little temper. Zhao Yongqi raised his hand and knocked on Yang Fan's head, "Let you go buy a fruit, and you go to an alley to buy wool? If it weren't for Young Master Ben coming out for a walk, you would have confessed here today." ”

"Hmph, it's not that you want me to run around and run west, so that they will be stared at. Glaring at Zhao Yongqi angrily, Yang Fan wiped the corners of his mouth and said sharply: "You don't need to pretend to be a good person, I can clean them up myself." ”

Syllable!

Zhao Yongqi, who didn't have any consciousness of being injured at all, raised his palm and slapped it on the back of Yang Fan's head, and he almost fell out sideways to gnaw mud.

"Ha, that's still my troublesome, conscienceless little bastard!" Zhao Yongqi looked at Yang Fan in front of him happily, stretched out his big hand like a bully who was molesting a woman from a good family, pinched Yang Fan's chin, raised his face, looked left and right for a long time, waved his hand away, continued to pinch his arm, and pinched it casually a few times, so that the big child who grinned in pain almost didn't want to eat him, "It's okay, I can't die, I can go back and rest for half a day and continue to work." ”

Zhao Yongqi's words almost made Yang Fan mad. If he hadn't known that he was not the opponent of the guy in front of him at all, he would have pounced on it to let this "black-hearted capitalist" know that he was powerful.

Looking at the handsome face staring at him in front of him, his eyes seemed to be a little guy who was about to breathe fire, Zhao Yongqi tilted his head and said happily: "Little bastard, looking at your appearance, it seems that you hate me more than this guy who beat you all over your body?"

"It's good that you know, I hate you the most!" Yang Fan opened his mouth to shoot back without thinking about it, and even subconsciously raised his hand, as if he wanted to block the slap on the back of the head that was likely to come immediately.

Looking at Yang Fan in front of him, it seemed that he couldn't stand up for a while, and it was estimated that he wouldn't care about his own support, Zhao Yongqi didn't want to do much, so he just sat on the ground directly, and pointed to the eldest child who was staring at him in front of him with a smile: "Tell me, what do you little bastard hate about me?"

"Up and down, there's no place not to hate it!" Yang Fan, who was angry, also added: "You feel good about yourself, I'm sorry!"

"Haha......" Zhao Yongqi suddenly laughed out loud, then blinked his starry eyes, stared at Yang Fan in front of him and said, "I see, the reason why I hate me is not these, but ...... Because your sister likes me, loves me, hugs me, and occasionally kisses a little mouth, so you see that I am ten million unpleasant to the eye, right? Haha......"

"I ...... My sister is for acting! Moreover, I am not a ...... at all" Yang Fan, whose face turned red instantly, stammered and tried to defend himself.

"No? I was mistaken. Zhao Yongqi waved the sunglasses in his hand, touched his chin and said: "There will be a kiss scene tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, my sister and I, do you want to come to the front row to watch the game? I think you have also heard that this male god must have more than fifteen head lowering techniques when he is in the kiss scene, maybe he kisses one hundred and eighty times, and that is normal." Speaking of which, Sister Mumu's lips are very sweet and soft......"

"Get out, you bastard, I won't let you bully my sister like this!" Yang Fan, who suddenly burst out, was just about to pounce, but he was slapped on the back of the head by a palm and was directly slapped to the side.