Zhao Feiyan arranged for Zhuang Yan's mother to go to a top hospital and opened a top-of-the-line recuperation package.

In this regard, Zhuang Yan, as Zhao Feiyan's master, of course, refused a thousand times, but she couldn't resist this good apprentice, so she could only become a thousand thanks.

"No, no, I can't accept Zhao Dong's favor in vain, you have helped me enough!"

Through Zhao Feiyan, Zhao Jing also knew that Zhuang Yan was actually a half-old who had two contradictory personalities of self-improvement at work and inferiority in life.

In her career, she relied on her own ability, walked out of the countryside, practiced taekwondo, and became a well-known black belt seventh-dan boxer in China step by step, which is completely top in the domestic taekwondo level.

In life, he was bullied by his husband, because of his own feudal poisoned thinking of three obedience and four virtues since he was a child, he endured Wang Liu, and even thought about marrying a chicken and a dog and planning to endure it for a lifetime.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Zhao Jing would never have believed that he would still have such a terrible thought now.

"You are my taekwondo teacher, take me to practice boxing with your heart, you deserved those before, I didn't give more than half a point!"

In the face of Zhao Feiyan's words, Zhuang Yan didn't look like a taekwondo master at all, with tears in her eyes, like a little daughter-in-law who was moved by a man's rhetoric.

Zhao Jing shook his head, this woman is really pedantic and cute, she obviously needs it very much, but she is unwilling to accept the help of others.

Zhao Jing couldn't stand it anymore, got up suddenly, slapped the table, and exuded the momentum of the male host.

"Needless to say, it's decided like this, you have no room to refuse!"

Zhao Feiyan glanced at him, and the man's momentum suddenly disappeared.

Zhao Jing picked up his hand and kept shaking it up.

Hemp eggs!

Next time I don't pretend to be forced, it hurts!

My hands hurt and my face hurt.

Then Zhao Feiyan knocked on the table and decided the matter.

Zhuang Yan didn't want to accept other people's alms, so she arranged to be Zhao Jing and Zhao Yuan's bodyguard, so as to offset this kindness made up by her own brain.

Taekwondo is a sport, which is completely different from fighting, and it is far from enough to be a black belt with a seven-dan black belt and be used as a bodyguard for the rich husband.

However, Zhuang Yan has a family tradition, and it is said that it is a killing technique in the era of the former Republic of China, and it is very lethal.

It is also because of her martial arts foundation that Zhuang Yan's taekwondo can be learned so well.

Zhao Jing stretched out his thumb: "It turns out that there are really martial arts in this world?" ”

Although he had already seen more outrageous martial arts under Liu Tianlin's hands, Zhuang Yan's martial arts were obviously closer to reality, not as mysterious as piercing the tree.

At this time, Zhao Yuan, who had been obediently accompanying the old lady's bedside, exclaimed: "Wake up, wake up, grandma is awake!" ”

The three of them turned around and found that Zhuang's mother's complexion was much better, of which Zhao Jing accounted for most of the credit, and he later helped the old man exorcise the demons, and also prescribed a Chinese medicine prescription according to the "Sunflower Treasure Book".

When Zhuang's mother was possessed, the ghost of the queen mother did not deliberately imprison the old man's consciousness, so Zhuang's mother saw everything at that time.

When Zhuang's mother woke up, the first thing she saw was Zhao Jing.

She glanced at Zhao Jing a few times, and exclaimed: "Bai, Sven, you are bookish, and you are a well-behaved child at first glance!" ”

Mother Zhuang branded Zhao Jing with so many excellent labels at once, Zhao Jing scratched his head, feeling quite embarrassed.

He is white, and he is much whiter than ordinary rough men, after all, he is a child son-in-law raised by a rich family, but he is not comparable to Zhao Feiyan, who is also a child of a rich family.

He Sven, this is a bit outrageous, Zhao Jing feels that he can be regarded as a Sven scum.

However, how could Zhao Jing feel that there was something wrong with the old man's tone and eyes, very similar......

Zhao Feiyan, her titular mother, looked at her eyes!

As the saying goes, the mother-in-law looks at her son-in-law, and the more she looks at it, the cuter she becomes, which is probably the feeling.

It's just that this mother-in-law is seventy or eighty years old, a little old.

Shaking his head, Zhao Jing forcibly suppressed the dangerous thoughts in his heart.

"Mom, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Zhuang Yan is in her forties, her face is flushed, and she looks like a shy girl.

"I'm not talking nonsense, by the way, you're going to be a bodyguard for this kid, right, you have to protect people!"

At this time, Zhuang Yan nodded obediently, and Zhuang Mu said again: "Also, you can pass on the skills at home to him when you have time, otherwise it will be lost!" ”

Zhuang Yan was anxious, and hurriedly said, "Mom! I'm going to hand over the things that have been passed down from generation to generation by this dealer, and my dad will never forgive me. ”

Mother Zhuang raised her body slightly, and Zhao Yuan obediently reached out to help her, although it was useless.

Mother Zhuang continued to say earnestly: "I just walked under the spring and met the old man of the dead ghost, and he said yes! ”

"But this kung fu can only be learned by the children of the banker's descendants or the sons-in-law of the banker's entry."

"Why can't you elm brains go around the bend? That Wang Liu doesn't treat you as a wife at all, and if you want to divorce him, you won't dare to resist, and you will suffer in vain.

Now, I don't even want to take out the old kung fu, who will take care of you in the future. ”

Zhuang Yan was red-faced and didn't dare to refute.

Zhao Jing touched his chin and thought about it for a while, but he didn't expect the old man to be so open and open-minded, but his daughter was like an old antique.

Wang Liu is also a stupid person, he doesn't care at all for such a virtuous daughter-in-law who can fight, just thinking about other people's money, doesn't he seem stupid?

Also, although he felt that the old man's words were always a little weird, Zhao Jing was a little interested in that old-fashioned kung fu.

immediately echoed: "Yes, then don't close the old kung fu and cherish yourself, it's better to take it out and let me appreciate it, I don't mind." ”

Zhuang's mother nodded with a smile, looking at Zhao Jing's eyes, full of kindness and love, just like looking at her own grandson.

Hiss~

Why is the temperature around him a little low, Zhao Jing looked at Zhao Feiyan and asked, "Did you adjust the air conditioner just now?" Why is it a little cold at this time? ”

Zhao Feiyan's face was unwavering, and she said lightly: "No." ”

Then, Zhao Jing felt a heart-wrenching pain in his waist.

The piece of soft and tender meat was twisted and rolled......

Zhao Jing gritted his teeth, held back, and showed a reluctant smile to the old man who thought he was handsome.

Did I say something wrong?

Have I done anything?

Now that we are a society where resources are shared, how can we make progress without mutual exchange? Isn't that the case in many industries?

Is there anything wrong with using it in kung fu?

Can't figure it out,

Zhao Jing really can't figure it out!

"What's more, I don't want to learn kung fu to better protect my dear Sister Yan and Yuanyuan?"

……

Zhao Jing was sweating profusely as if he had collapsed.

Zhuang Yan said with concern: "Are you okay, do you want to go and take a rest." ”

Zhao Jing waved his hand and said strongly: "It's okay, it's okay, it's a small thing, it's ...... a small thing."

"Ouch~"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was another pain in the flesh.

In the end, under the threat of the most Zhuang mother's death, Zhuang Yan agreed to teach Zhao Jing kung fu, and Zhao Yuan, who had been silent, was like a speculator who had been lurking for a long time, suddenly jumped out and obtained the qualification to learn martial arts by selling Meng to the old man.

When he went back, Zhao Jing looked at Zhao Feiyan with an unhappy face, but he smiled secretly in his heart.

"Sample, do you taste it?"