Jin Yong said that where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. Yan Murong said that where there are women, hooligans must be indispensable.

Since ancient times, how many beauties have become the playthings of hooligans? For example, Diao Chan, for example, Chen Yuanyuan, and Pan Jinlian - oh, Pan Jinlian is not counted, she does not belong to the one who was hooliganized, but belongs to herself who jumped out of the wall.

Han Xiang is a typical northern woman, but after staying in Suzhou and Hangzhou for a long time, she unconsciously reveals a gentle charm unique to Jiangnan women. In terms of appearance, she doesn't have to be a woman who relies on makeup to make a Hong Kong sister champion and runner-up, so it is inevitable to attract some flies. In the past, when she was in Suzhou and Hangzhou, her identity was there, but there were no people who didn't open their eyes to come up to find trouble. But this is Hong Kong, and these hooligans don't know who she is.

Yan Murong sighed secretly in his heart, he really didn't even eat well, and it seemed that he would inevitably have a fight today. It's okay, just eat to help digestion.

However, the next scene made Yan Murong stunned, and his eyes almost flew out of his sockets.

His idea was formed in his head just now, and before he could implement it, Han Xiang, who was sitting opposite, made a move one step ahead of him. The bowl of hot preserved egg and lean porridge came out of the bowl and jumped over Yan Murong's head, and not a single grain of rice was left on the big man's face.

"Fuck, it's hot, it's hot." The big man shouted, his hands clutching at his face.

Han Xiang's movements were so fast, even Yan Murong didn't react, let alone this big man, no one would have thought that this gentle and lovely beauty would directly lift the bowl and serve it like this-people still negotiate before they fight, and they will only start fighting if they can't get along, this girl is good, 10,000 hot preserved eggs and lean porridge are splashed directly.

Scald? The scalding is light, and there are more serious ones to come.

The big man had just wiped off the hot porridge on his face, his eyes had just opened, and before he could speak, he saw a cloud of white flowers splashing on his face again, and at the same time, the bowl of porridge in front of Yan Murong also disappeared inexplicably.

The cry of pain came again, and then, Han Xiang suddenly stood up, jumped on the table with his hand, and jumped over the table to stand in front of the big man.

Lifting the skirt, lifting the legs, and getting out of the feet - Yan Murong's nirvana stunt was used by this woman to the fullest. That angle, that strength, even Yan Murong wanted to stand up and clap his hands and shout - good feet, this is a heroine among women, and he dares to raise his legs in a skirt.

The cruel reality tells us not to think that drawing two hairtail fish on your body is just out of the mix, let alone thinking that walking with your legs crossed will feel very powerful - not only will it not be powerful, but it will hurt the egg.

This series of actions was too fast, from the first bowl of porridge poured out Han Xiang kicked off the grandson's foot to stop the big man's scream, and it was only less than ten seconds, the two younger brothers behind the big man didn't even react, their eldest brother just covered his crotch and lay on the ground, his face was bruised and bruised with pain, and his chest and face were also scalded with a large red spot from the hot porridge.

Zhang Wuji is right, the more beautiful the woman, the more toxic she is, this woman looks like a delicate little white flower, but her feet are so decisive and ruthless, and it is also a fatal blow, which is really shocking.

"Fuck, boss, what's wrong with you, boss?" After a while, the two thugs reacted, and hurriedly squatted down to check the big man's injuries, and then, they picked up a chair, and didn't care about any pity for the jade, so they smashed it on Han Xiang's head.

This is not a movie, the chairs in the tea restaurant are all made of solid wood, and they are smashed on the head, and the flowers are definitely the heads.

Yan Murong hated the man who beat women the most, and was just about to get up and make a move, but Han Xiang made a move one step ahead of him, one foot was raised high, and the five-centimeter-high heels directly pressed against the chair that was smashed down, and then, the other foot also left the ground, and from top to bottom, another foot was broken and the grandson's foot was lifted.

"Smack-"

The chair fell to the ground, and at the same time, the thug holding the chair also followed in his boss's footsteps, covering his crotch and kneeling down slowly.

It wasn't just the waiter who looked stupid, including Yan Murong, everyone in the tea restaurant was stopped by Han Xiang's fierce kick.

Damn, such white thighs, it's a pity that I'm wearing safety pants underneath - "You, come here, let me kick it." Han Xiang hooked his finger at the stupid looking bastard, and the smile on his face was enough to fascinate the male creature who was eight years old and eighty years old.

"No!" The thug said very firmly, shaking his head as if he were plucking a drum, shaking his head and retreating.

Although the smile is beautiful, but it is deadly, the fool will go over and let you kick the girl, how painful it is, the wife still has to use it, but you can't just let it go.

"Then get out." Han Xiang pointed to the gate and shouted.

Get out of here, you can't ask for it.

The gangster suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had been amnestied, turned around and ran to the door, what kind of righteous anger in the rivers and lakes, the eldest brother still fell to the ground and so on, how can the root of life be important.

"Dude, don't look at it, check out."

After Han Xiang made such a fuss, the meal couldn't be eaten, Yan Murong patted the waiter who was still in a daze, and shouted to settle the bill.

"He-they, what should I do?" The waiter stammered, but his eyes didn't dare to look at Han Xiang. This woman is too strong to be provoked.

"Call the police." Yan Murong took out the money and put it in his hand and said with a smile. "I heard that Hong Kong's laws are very sound, and as for what name you call the police, it's up to you -- if you look at them with dragons and tigers tattooed on their bodies, it's not a good thing at first glance, and if you don't even wear a coat, it's up to you whether you accuse them of illegal assembly or affect the city's appearance."

After speaking, Yan Murong didn't wait for the waiter to reply, let alone look for money, so he pulled Han Xiang and left the tea restaurant quickly, and when he left, he didn't forget to grab the remaining barbecued pork bun in the steamer in his hand.

"Brother Yan, why do you keep looking at me? I'm a little uncomfortable watching it. In the car, Han Xiang looked at Yan Murong with a twisted face and asked.

"You're gone." Yan Murong said faintly.

"Don't be afraid, I'm wearing safety pants." Han Xiang said with a smile.

Yan Murong was speechless for a while, and only after a long time did he look at Han Xiang and asked. "Do you know kung fu?"

"Kung Fu? I won't. Han Xiang shook her head and denied it. However, I have learned the art of wolf prevention, locking the throat and kicking the lower body, which is a trick. ”

"Got it." Yan Murong nodded and glanced at Han Xiang deeply. Although she didn't admit it, Yan Murong could see it clearly when she jumped over the table just now.

This playmate when he was a child is not as simple as it seems.

PS: There's another chapter.,Let's send it tomorrow.,I stayed up late last night and didn't have the energy for this day.,I didn't stay up late for a long time.,My skills have been greatly reduced.。 Tomorrow's fourth watch, no arrears.