The environment trains people, and this is not false at all.

For example, throwing a farmer who has never been out of the mountains to the United States is guaranteed that he will be able to speak authentic English in less than half a year, and it is also an authentic New York accent.

In the past, Yan Murong was a person who was almost out of touch with modern society, you see, it's been almost two years since he came back, and this guy has learned everything, and he even knows what Jiyou means.

Zheng Wuming couldn't hear what Yan Murong meant, and said with a smile. "What? I heard just now that you beat Ming Junli, do you still want to beat me now? ”

"You think I wouldn't dare?"

"I don't think you dare!"

"Well, I really won't hit you." Yan Murong sighed, pointed at Su Qingwu, and said. "But she thought."

"Oh? She? Zheng Wuming looked at Su Qingwu's surprised face, and asked in a soft voice. Light dance, you want to hit me? ”

Su Qingwu didn't know how to answer for a while, and secretly blamed Yan Murong in her heart that she was too capable of making trouble, why did she have to be dragged in at this time?

"My dear, you see, Zheng Dashao has stretched his face over, if you don't hit it, I'm really sorry for his enthusiasm." Yan Murong hugged Su Qingwu's waist and said with a smile.

"Yes, Yan Shao is right." Zheng Wuming smiled, looked at Su Qingwu and said. "Qingwu, if someone beats me, I will definitely not let him go, but you are a different matter, it is my honor to be beaten by you."

What are women afraid of? Women are afraid of excitement.

Su Qingwu is no exception, they all say that they marry their husbands, and they have been married to Yan Murong for a long time, and their temperament is unconsciously a little with Yan Murong.

So, she slowly raised her slender white palm, and then with a fierce wave, the slap landed on Zheng Wuming's face.

“pia――”

Why "pia" and not "pop"? There is a question of strength here.

If a person's palm is thick and powerful, then the sound of hitting down is also the sound of "popping", but Su Qingwu's slender and white little hand is obviously not very thick, and the sound of hitting is naturally this kind of crisp sound.

This slap immediately shocked everyone.

Zheng Wuming was beaten, the former first son of Yanjing was beaten, and it was Su Qingwu, the first beauty of Yanjing, who beat him.

Surprise is surprise, they don't say anything except surprise.

It's no secret that Zheng Wuming pursues Su Qingwu, most people who have a bit of a way know it-what is this called? Zhou Yu beat Huang Gai, one is willing to fight, and the other is willing to suffer. Being slapped in the face by a woman you like is sometimes a kind of happiness.

There was an old man named Jesus in a foreign country who said, "If someone hits you on the right cheek, then he will hit you on the left cheek."

Yan Murong read this sentence on the Internet and felt that this old man was quite cheap, but today he finally found out that Zheng Wuming was as cheap as the old man.

When Su Qingwu slapped him, Zheng Wuming was not angry at all, but turned the other half of his face around, smiling and asking Su Qingwu to hit him again.

Even Su Qingwu, who has always scolded people back and forth, was also a new word in Zheng Wuming's heart. This time, without Yan Murong saying any more, she raised her hand and slapped it again.

“pia――”

There was another crisp sound, and as a result, the other half of Zheng Wuming's face also had five slender finger prints, which seemed much more symmetrical.

"Thank you." Zheng Wuming thanked him with an intoxicated face, as if Su Qingwu didn't slap him twice, but kissed him twice.

"I haven't seen you for more than half a year, you're really outrageous." Yan Murong said with a sigh, he was also shocked by Zheng Wuming's "cheap tricks".

When the water is clear, there are no fish, and if people are cheap, they are invincible -- Zheng Wuming can't help but "come back from the dead", and the thickness of his face has also been tempered to a terrifying level.

A real man - many people were amazed when they saw that Zheng Wuming could still smile after being slapped twice in a row. So, they began to believe in love again.

For the sake of true love, what is it to be slapped twice by a beloved woman? Not to mention just two slaps, even if it is a thousand cuts, for the sake of love, it will not hesitate - although this woman is already married, but the matter of wielding a hoe and running to the root of the wall is more exciting.

"Have fun, I'll go to the bathroom." Even if Zheng Wuming's face is thicker, he still needs to have a face, he can't stand here with two slap prints on his face to chat with people, find an excuse and turn away, at least wait for the palm prints on his face to disappear before coming back.

"I really don't understand you." Ning Kun didn't know which horn came out of it at this time, came over, sighed and said.

"If you don't understand, don't mess around." Yan Murong took Su Qingwu's hand, gently rubbed her soft wattle, which was a little red from the exertion just now, and said with a smile. "It's okay to always think about it, if you figure out a reason, it's okay, if you can't figure it out, a lot of brain cells will die in a minute."

After speaking, Yan Murong pulled Su Qingwu and Guo Ya'an towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Ning Kun caught up and asked.

"Home, of course." Yan Murong's footsteps did not stop. "Why don't you wait until he comes back and see his annoying face?" ――

"Tiger, you said that someone hit your right cheek, and you stretched out the left cheek again, isn't it cheap?" Zheng Wuming sat on the sofa and looked at a skinny bald foreign man standing in front of him and said.

This man is not good-looking, he is definitely not good-looking, and he is much uglier than the famous harlequin in Hong Kong. Two eyes not much bigger than mung beans, the bridge of the nose and the face are almost on the same level, and the two nostrils protrude forward, which at first glance look like a skull.

This man is only 1.58 meters tall, not even 1.6 meters, although he is not a dwarf, but no matter how he looks at it, he looks like a malnourished or polio master. However, he has a rather formidable-sounding name, Tiger Tiger.

"I'll help you kill him." Tiger said expressionlessly.

"I didn't tell you to kill him." Zheng Wuming said with a smile. "It wasn't him who beat me, it was the woman I liked, and besides, I asked her to beat me, so it's no wonder - by the way, Tiger, do you have anyone you like?"

"Nope." Tiger still had the same expression of wanting to die, looking like everyone owed him two hundred dollars.

Like? Love? He is still self-aware, and when he looks like this, it basically has nothing to do with these two words, unless he spends money to find some nightclubs, or he goes to South Korea for a major overhaul.

"I have, but she doesn't like me." Zheng Wuming suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly. "She didn't like me, and I was beaten up, and I thought I was quite cheap."

"Tiger." Zheng Wuming shouted at him, a faint light in his eyes. "You say, if I break his leg, will the woman I like be sad?"

"Good!"

There was only one simple word to answer Zheng Wuming, and then Tiger walked out to the door.

PS: That, about Xiao Hei's question, what I want to say is that that thing is not disgusting, at least it tastes good, but what I want to say is, you must not look at the production process, I saw it once when I was in elementary school, and I haven't eaten it for more than ten years