"Hey, what he said completely aroused Fang Bingqing's desire to win.

Thinking back to what the master said last time in the martial arts hall, Fang Bingqing couldn't help but ask curiously: "Wen Ci, listen to my master, your kung fu is very good." ”

"What? You don't believe it? Wen Ci saw that Fang Bingqing's gaze at her was a little strange.

"It's not that I don't believe it...... Fang Bingqingzai carefully looked at Wen Ci from top to bottom, "I just always feel that your temperament is biased, and it doesn't seem to be very compatible with Wu." ”

That's right, that's it.

Whether it is Wen Shi or Wen Ci, it gives people a feeling of being full of poetry and talent.

It is not at all possible that people associate it with the stinky sweat of the warrior.

"Maybe it's because your Wen family is a famous scholar." Fang Bingqing added.

"You probably don't know." Wen Ci took a sip of milk tea, "Actually, our ancestors were military generals. ”

Fang Bingqing swallowed the double-skinned milk in his mouth, "General? ”

"Well, my grandfather's grandfather's father was a general. But then something happened, and from my grandfather's grandfather's generation, he became a civil official. ”

Wen Ci finished drinking the milk tea, and threw the empty plastic cup into the trash can on the side.

"Although they are civil officials, the martial arts skills of the children of the Wen family must also be proficient."

"That's right." Fang Bing was clear.

"What about poetry? I've never heard her say she's learned taekwondo, sanda or anything. ”

"Wen Shi is such a girl only in the third generation of our Wen family, my parents doted on her when they were alive, and she was relatively weak when she was a child, so she never practiced martial arts."

When Wen Ci said this, he seemed to recall the previous time, and his steps were much slower.

"When I was a child, I was walking in the yard, and Wen Shi was next to me with a drawing board to draw me sweating."

"So miserable?" Fang Bingqing pursed his lips and snickered gloatingly.

"Yes, the elders are protecting her. As long as I bullied her a little, my grandfather would punish me for practicing boxing, and my parents would also punish me for practicing calligraphy. ”

Fang Bingqing smiled even more happily when he saw Wen Ci's helpless appearance.

"I'm sorry Ang, although I should sympathize with you at the moment, I really want to laugh."

Wen Ci paused, raised his hand to punish, and threw a violent shudder on Fang Bingqing's forehead.

Fang Bingqing shrewdly dodged backwards.

Who knew that Wen Ci's face suddenly changed: "Be careful!" ”

Before Fang Bingqing could react, he was already protected by Wen Ci in his arms.

In the next second, only a "bang" was heard, and there were fragments of beer bottles scattered where Fang Bingqing was originally.

"Are you alright?"

Wen Ci nervously held Fang Bingqing's shoulders and looked her up and down.

"It's fine."

Fang Bingqing looked at Wen Ci's expression, and a tingling and itching strange appearance slipped through his heart.

A man's voice came from the side.

"Damn, you stinky still dare to hide, right?"

Fang Bingqing and Wen Ci looked to the side and saw a man covered in alcohol dragging a woman's arm and pulling the woman's messy hair with his right hand.

"TMD, I've been looking for you for a day, and I didn't answer your call, I didn't expect you to fool around here with your friends."

The surrounding people came up one after another.

Some passers-by couldn't get used to the drunken man's behavior, and opened their mouths to hug each other.

But he was scolded and scolded by the drunk man, and he was too frightened to say anything more by a fierce glare.

The short-haired girl with a crossbody bag on the side waved the crossbody bag and mustered up the courage to punch the drunk man in the face.

"Ji Shaoqiang, let go of Xiaowei quickly, if you don't let me go, I'll call the police!!"