"Bang!"

This stupid man.

There was a sharp pain in his lower abdomen, and Zhao Kuo covered the place where he was beaten and dodged Wang Mingyuan's attack.

"It's all to blame for the broken poem you wrote, which caused my son to lose face!" Wang Mingyuan threw another punch, but he hit Zhao Kuo's emaciated shoulder, and it hurt his hand.

There was no place on Zhao Kuo's body that didn't hurt, he was already thin, and it would be terrible to be beaten again, so he hesitated a little and dodged Wang Mingyuan's next attack.

"Ahh Wang Mingyuan didn't kick anyone, but he lost his center and fell to the ground in embarrassment. Zhao Kuo's heart was dark, but he could only endure the pain and help the person up.

But when he saw Wang Mingyuan's head, he chuckled in his heart.

Wang Mingyuan wiped his forehead with his sleeve, "Blood!" ”

Zhao Kuo quickly took out his handkerchief and covered Wang Mingyuan's wound, comforting: "It's just a small injury, it won't bleed if you cover it for a while." ”

"Get out of here!" Zhao Kuo was unexpectedly pushed to the ground by Wang Mingyuan, Wang Mingyuan spat at him, but kicked again, "Get out of here, don't let my son see you again!" ”

Fool, who wants to see you.

Zhao Kuoqiang suppressed the anger in his heart, and said in a low voice: "Then the reward you promised me before......"

"I still want money, dreaming!" Wang Mingyuan smiled wickedly, his face hideous, "Don't talk about the money this time, even if it hasn't been settled before, I won't give it to you!" ”

"The poor ghost still wants to ask for money from my son, dreaming! Bah! ”

Wang Mingyuan is not worried that Zhao Kuo will denounce him, these poor and sour talents care most about reputation, and would rather suffer losses than expose things.

It had been a long time before Zhao Kuo struggled to get up from the ground, and his gloomy face was full of hatred.

It's all to blame Feng Shiyi, if it weren't for this stinky woman, how could he have ended up in such a situation!

Oh, by the way, and that one named Luo Cheng...... A trace of viciousness flashed in Zhao Kuo's eyes, he would never let go of this man and woman!

If he's not happy, then no one should think about it!

The business of the restaurant is finally back on track. Feng Shiyi began to live in the store often, but today Feng Jiuyuan asked Feng Shiyi to close the door early.

"Big brother, what's going on?" On the way back, Feng Shiyi frowned and asked.

Feng Jiuyuan only urged vigorously, "You go and ask your mother." ”

When she went back, Feng Shiyi realized why her eldest brother didn't say it, this matter was really ...... Have a bone in one's throat.

Yang Shujuan was hurt by the rumors today, and she drank rock sugar water to moisten her throat and said: "Yi Niu, you promise your mother, you will never have a relationship with Luo Gongzi in the future." ”

Feng Shiyi didn't respond, and frowned vigorously with the words that her mother stuffed into her, "Feng ...... Hechen? ”

Among them, Feng Hechen of Daliushu Village was frivolous and greedy for men, and he recently seduced Luo Zheng, a young and handsome son in the same village.

"......" This is really afraid that people will not be able to see who they are talking about.

"Nonsense." Feng Shiyi closed the book and threw it away, and said with an unsightly face: "Mother, where did you see it?" ”

Let her see which of the bitches is fucking her behind her back.

Feng Jiulian couldn't even read the book, staying by Yang Shujuan's side, her always kind face was now a little angry, and anyone who saw her sister being described like this would be unhappy.

Feng Shiyi finally appeased his family and returned to the store again. Luo Cheng went to the store and walked straight to Feng Shiyi's side. He rarely interacts with people on weekdays, and he only learned about the rumors a few days late, and after knowing it, he was very worried about Feng Shiyi's mood, and came to the store without delay, for fear that she would be unhappy because of the rumors.

But this girl seems to be ...... Pretty happy?

Feng Shiyi was a little surprised when he heard the voice, and the smile on the corner of his mouth didn't have time to retract. "Why are you here?"

He still had the notebook in his hand as he spoke.

This is her pastime these days, and the feeling of reading this book is like reading a novel, and I have to say that the author's writing is not bad.

“… I've heard some rumors. Luo Cheng took the notebook from Feng Shiyi's hand, and frowned after just looking at it.

It's unsightly.

"The style of writing looks familiar."

Feng Shiyi nodded, "Well, I've been watching it for a few days, and I feel this way." But she didn't rely on her style to recognize a person's ability, so she only had some familiar feelings.

"Torah—"

Luo Cheng tore up the script expressionlessly, "It's Wang Mingyuan." ”

Feng Shiyi was empowered, "It's really true that you say that!" She pulled through the fragments of the notebook and looked at it carefully, and finally affirmed: "It's Wang Mingyuan's ghostwriting." ”

The style of writing is exactly the same as what you saw at the poetry meeting that day.

I just don't know who this person behind Wang Mingyuan is.

Luo Cheng's face was gloomy, exuding cold air all over his body, and he said in a deep voice: "I will solve this matter." ”

Feng Shiyi looked at Luo Cheng and muttered a little like this, no matter how gentle and good the son is, he will be angry if he is forced into this situation.

"You're here just in time." Feng Shiyi smiled, "I just found out which bookstore sold this book, do you want to go and see it with me?" ”

Although these gangsters are usually not in shape, finding someone to find a place can come in handy.

It was a little-known bookstore in town, dilapidated and old, and if it weren't for the bookstore sign hanging at the door, no one would have paid attention to this inconspicuous little shop.

Feng Shiyi pulled Luo Cheng straight to the bookstore, and deliberately walked around the store twice, and sure enough, he saw a familiar script here.

The two glanced at each other, Feng Shiyi casually picked up a few miscellaneous books and books mixed together to check out, and asked as if unintentionally when checking out, "This book is very good-looking, but I don't know who the author is, and he is also a scholar in the town?" ”

The boss was a middle-aged man in his forties, with a shrewd face, he glanced at Feng Shiyi vigilantly, and when he saw that people really seemed to ask casually, he fooled and said: "Naturally, they are all written by readers, and I don't know where they are." ”

Feng Shiyi is reluctant to give up, "Boss ......"

"Boss, I'm here, this is next month's ......" Seeing the people in the store clearly, Zhao Kuo's footsteps stopped suddenly, turned around and ran towards the outside of the store.

"That's him!" Before Feng Shiyi could react, a figure flashed around him, and the next moment, Zhao Kuo fell to the ground fiercely.

Luo Cheng forcibly snatched a stack of manuscript paper from Zhao Kuo's hand, glanced at it a few times, and turned his head to Feng Shiyi, who chased him out, "Yes, it's him." ”

"What do you guys do?" The bookstore owner panicked, "This is not a place for me to fight, if you have any grievances, you have to settle them elsewhere!" ”

Feng Shiyi was angry but kicked Zhao Kuo, "Get up, let's go talk elsewhere." ”

After the initial panic, Zhao Kuo regained his senses, got up from the ground without saying a word, and was taken by Feng Shiyi and the others to a dead end on the other side.

"Say, did Wang Mingyuan ask you to do it?" Feng Shiyi asked as he flipped through the manuscript.

Luo Cheng stood at the exit of the alley, Zhao Kuo had no way to escape, and flatly denied, "I don't know what you're talking about." ”

"What are you writing this for?"