The clouds are light and the wind is light, as if you are taking a walk in your back garden after dinner.

Ding Xiangguo came to the second floor.

Six or seven people were clamoring inside, and the studio on Lu Yuan was too easy to find.

Ding Xiangguo looked at the broken door, paused, raised his feet, and walked in unhurriedly.

Recognize the road at a glance.

Smiled and nodded.

Then he crossed Zhu Chenglin and a group of gangsters, walked into the studio, stood next to the wall, and looked at the "Twelve Screens of Landscape" hanging on the wall.

Everyone was stunned!

Who is this?

What are you doing here?

Buying a painting?

Don't you see everyone busy?

Mad, be blind.

Zhu Chenglin scolded: "Where did you come from? Get out, this won't open today!ah......"

He didn't say the rest of the words.

A tunic had already reached him, carrying him around his neck like an iron hoop. A punch went down and smashed into his mouth.

Bang......

Bang......

Bang......

People don't talk much, and they punch one punch after another, and if they don't hit anywhere, they just hit their mouths.

After more than a dozen punches, Zhu Chenglin's mouth full of teeth had been beaten to pieces.

The six thugs shouted for action. Have you ever seen a tiger enter a flock? Have you ever seen Tyson beat a schoolboy?

One punch, one kick.

It's the same as filming movie special effects. More than 100 catties, a big man of 1.8 meters, was kicked out two meters away by a tunic suit.

Just a tunic to do it.

The other two sided with Ding Xiangguo.

And Ding Xiangguo, from beginning to end, was with his back on his back, admiring the "Twelve Screens of Landscapes" on the wall.

Zhu Chenglin lay on the ground, like a dog, his eyes were blood-red, full of hatred, and roared: "There is a kind of newspaper name, I will look for you at night." ”

The tunic didn't speak, he felt in his pocket, took out Zhu Chenglin's mobile phone, and then threw it in front of him: "Make a call." We don't have to wait for the night, we're just waiting here. ”

Zhu Chenglin smiled, he was really looking for death.

It doesn't matter who you are, your face is tight, and you dare to bully him like this in Cheongju, these people are dead.

He talked on the phone and cried and shouted: "Third brother, I was beaten, and the studio on the far side of Fenghuangling Road ......"

He was stunned for a moment and asked, "What? Uh, you're being gaked, what's wrong with you?" Talk well, get drunk." You can tell me, I'm at the construction site, it's a bit noisy here. ”

Zhu Chenglin was in a hurry. Teeth are gone, speech leaks, speech is not clear.

It doesn't matter, the tunic is happy to help others and helped him.

The tunic put the phone to his mouth and said lightly: "I beat him, and I knocked out thirteen teeth." One punch, no more, no less. ”

There was silence for a while, and he shouted, "I'm grass Nima! ”

Twenty minutes later, another group arrived.

Eight, the leader is Zhu Chenglin's cousin, the third in line, and Zhu Chenglin calls the third brother. His name is Zhu Chengsen.

Zhu Chengsen still has a little eyesight, he saw Ding Xiangguo's back at a glance, and scolded with a calm face: "Where did you come from......"

Bang!

The tunic did it again.

In a few strokes, all eight people fell to the ground crying for their father and mother.

grabbed Zhu Chengsen's neck with one hand, and smashed into his mouth with one punch after another.

Bang bang bang......

A moment later, the two brothers, Zhu Chenglin and Zhu Chengsen, looked at each other, lying on the ground, pitying each other for the same illness.

If there was no one, they would probably talk like this.

"Third brother, how many teeth did you lose?"

"Old five, I dropped sixteen. ”

"Haha, I've only dropped thirteen. ”

"Nima's, why did I lose three more ......"

The tunic repeated what had just happened.

took out Zhu Chengsen's mobile phone, still in front of him: "Call, call someone." ”

Another wave of people is coming.

is a fat old man, Zhu Chengsen called Uncle Qian.

The fat old man with four men. The eyes are sharp, and they are obviously much higher grade than those brought by Zhu Chengsen and Zhu Chenglin.

But the wool is not used.

It's still the same tunic just now. It's still one trick at a time.

The fat old man didn't curse, so he hugged his teeth, but he was also beaten so that his head was broken and he fell to the ground.

The tunic took out his phone, and continued: "Call again, call someone!"

Three more people came.

The leader is in his thirties, quite young.

But the fat old man called him master.

The young man had a gloomy face, menacing, and the words on the phone were like gold, and he also belonged to the kind of people who didn't talk much, so he only said: In Qingzhou, if you move Uncle Qian, you will be slapped in the face. He who comes in standing goes out on his knees.

He's coming!

He's coming!

He stepped on the colorful auspicious clouds and arrived.

As soon as I entered the studio, I saw a few people wearing Mao suits, and their momentum disappeared on the spot.

The master's waist can't stand straight.

The fierceness in the master's eyes is gone.

The young master's forehead was full of bean-sized cold sweat for a moment.

He looked at the back of the person who admired the painting, leaned over, didn't talk nonsense, came to the side, knelt down with a puff, and smiled all over his face: "Xiangye, when did you come? Don't say a word, I'll give you a pick-up." ”

Finally, there is someone who can speak, who deserves to speak.

Ding Xiangguo turned around and looked at the young master kneeling beside him, his face was calm, he couldn't see his expression, and said lightly: "The young master is too polite." ”

The master's face changed greatly, and he began to kowtow.

The brain became red and swollen after three or two clicks.

What a!

Lu Yuan even suspected that he had a great enmity with the floor of his studio.

Xiao Ye's voice trembled a little: "Xiangye...... Xiangye...... I'm one of your dogs. You can just call me Little Plum. You...... You...... These dogs look down on people, they are blind, and they don't recognize you. You are a lot of adults, don't be like them. Xiangye rest assured, today's matter will not end like this. I'll deal with these people, and I promise to give you a satisfactory answer. ”

Ding Xiangguo waved his hand impatiently.

The young master was like an amnesty, and he really came in standing and went out on his knees.

I dared to stand up when I went out of the door.

Uncle Fat Qian, Zhu Chenglin, Zhu Chengsen, a group of people who fell to the ground, one by one, crawled one by one, like a lost dog, and escaped from the studio.

The studio was suddenly cleared.

Although the house is full of messes, there is no doubt that this crisis has been resolved.

And there are no worries.

The three Zhongshan suits went out of the door and guarded downstairs.

Chenxi was also very sensible, and went down to buy a few bottles of water, and left.

Lu Yuan: "Thank you, Xiangye." ”

Ding Xiangguo: "You're welcome, my mother doesn't often praise people." You helped her untie the knot in the park, and I should thank you. ”

Lu Yuan finally knew how he had to deal with this bull fork character who fell from the sky.

There is a heart to plant flowers, and Zhu Chenglin's flower is a man-eating flower.

Unintentionally planted willows, but the old lady was a big tree.

Lu Yuan wondered if he would have nothing to do in the future to go around the park, and when he met an old man or an old lady who couldn't think of it, he chatted with them more. Maybe those ordinary looking old men and women have sons and daughters in high power.

Ding Xiangguo looked at the "Twelve Screens of Landscape" on the wall and smiled: "You painted it?"