Security guard of the female president's son-in-law

How could there be such an obvious flaw?A group of people panicked instantly.

The audience quickly took a look with a magnifying glass, and after a while, they were a little embarrassed and said: "Miss Qi, this is a fake made by Zhao Fang."

Zhao Fang?Meng Dong didn't know him, but everyone around him was shocked, and a group of people gathered around him one after another.

Qi Min also leaned over, took the magnifying glass from the people around him, and the more he looked at it, the more dignified his eyes became.

An expert from their family beside him said: "Miss, there is no doubt that it is Zhao Fang, his imitation has no flaws, only the words left behind can distinguish the authenticity from the fake."

"You bastard, when I find you, I will definitely peel off your skin."

Meng Dong didn't care anymore, he folded his hands on his chest, shaking his legs and looked at the angry Qi Min, wanting to be beaten as much as he wanted.

As expected of a member of a big family, she quickly calmed down, looked at Meng Dong, and said neither humble nor overbearing: "How do you want to solve it? How about giving you a slap?"

Meng Dong raised his hand suddenly, and the eyes of the people around him widened. Even some powerless people wanted to stop them. This is a goddess.

But he stopped, he didn't dare, the woman's carefully made-up face couldn't even be touched, let alone hit, if he really hit, he would be as stingy as a daughter, and he might die forever.

And what's the point of beating a woman, put away your hands, and said with a smile: "If you want to be beaten, you will be beaten by the old man. He has already run away, so you should pay some money."

Qi Min also heaved a sigh of relief, took out the check, wrote down a bunch of numbers in one stroke, patted it on Meng Dong's chest, turned around and left.

Seeing the 500 million, Meng Dong put it away unceremoniously, it's too much money, let's save it for the old man.

As soon as she left the house, Lin Yanxue called.

Fortunately, it was the father-in-law who abandoned the son-in-law, and it was justified, and he got an apology from Lin Yanxue.

Speaking of this, Meng Dong smiled and said: "It's okay my wife, I've settled the matter, Qi Min paid 500 million in compensation, and I'll take care of it for Dad first."

"Well, there is no simple one in a second-rate family. It's better not to offend the Qi family first. I will bring the check later. I will keep it for Dad."

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone, Meng Dong slapped himself twice, telling you to owe him.

Originally, he planned to go to Tan Muyun today, but now that they are all nearby, he naturally has to go.

In the yard, Meng Dong and Tan Muyun practiced "72 Ways of Capture" against each other, but they didn't lose much.

Sitting on the rattan chair, Tan Muyun took a sip of tea and said, "Okay, you can be regarded as a teacher. If you practice the boxing a thousand times, your strength will emerge, and if you practice your legs a thousand times, your strength will emerge. You can continue to practice."

Still want to practice?I just practiced sparring so hard, but I just don’t want to just practice this.

Squatting beside Tan Muyun, he beat his legs for him, and said with a smile: "Master, I saw you practicing Tan's legs with my little senior sister. In fact, I also feel that I have almost learned it. Why don't you practice? Can you give me some pointers?"

Hearing this, Tan Muyun's face changed, and Meng Dong knew something was wrong.

Both Li Qianjiang and Tan Guanglin are only proficient in one, and no matter how well they practiced, they couldn't teach them the other. I guessed there must be a reason for it, but I didn't expect it to be so serious.

He quickly smiled and said, "Hey, it's actually fine, I'll just practice and play."

Tan Muyun was lying on the rattan chair with her eyes closed, her eyeballs kept rolling, as if she had a lot on her mind.

After a while, he sighed and said, "Practice!"

Meng Dong tentatively asked: "Master, are you not angry?"

"Let you practice as long as you want, how can there be so much nonsense!"

He was about to kick, but Meng Dong dodged it.

Standing in front of a wooden post, he was gaining momentum under his feet. At the very moment, he suddenly raised his leg and kicked the wooden post, breaking it directly.

Turning around, the wooden post behind him was also kicked off, and the remaining half, with slightly bent knees, was exposed on the ground, leaving not a centimeter like cutting leeks.

Tan Muyun's expression changed suddenly, and he got up and kicked Meng Dong.

After dodging sideways, he bumped into it with a knee, but was also pushed down by Tan Muyun's knee.

He raised his other foot, propped his hand on the ground, and kicked towards Tan Muyun's head.

Tan Muyun leaned back, kicked him on the head with one foot, pressed his hand on the opponent's calf, stood up with the momentum, and immediately pushed up with his knee.

But Tan Muyun bent his elbow and interrupted him directly, then pushed him forward and flew out backwards.

As soon as Meng Dong stood firm, Tan Muyun flew out with one kick. Seeing the menacing approach, he couldn't catch it, so he had to dodge quickly.

He kicked an old pine tree behind him and broke it.

He was dumbfounded. If he kicked him, he would be useless as an apprentice.

Just at this moment, Tan Guanglin, who entered the yard with one foot, was blocked by a pine tree, and looked at the two fighting, and shouted: "Grandpa, what are you doing!"

But Tan Muyun didn't respond at all, and his moves became more ferocious. Seeing that the situation was not right, Meng Dong hurriedly dodged, one old and one young, one chasing after and the other running ahead.

However, although the old man is old, he walks like flying. Even though Meng Dong was still tired relying on his body skills, he quickly hid behind Tan Guanglin, put his hands on her shoulders, and aimed at the old man.

Shouted: "Master, if you don't want me to practice, just say it, there is no need to do such a heavy hand! Fortunately, the apprentice is thick enough."

Tan Guanglin also noticed something strange, and said a little dissatisfied: "Grandpa, you are too harsh."

But Tan Muyun pointed at Meng Dong and said furiously, "How dare you say you learned it by stealing it? Who did you learn it from? Linlin is not as capable as you. Say, who taught you?"

Tan Guanglin's complexion changed, and she said displeasedly: "Grandpa, you have to teach your apprentice not to hurt me!"

I dared to misunderstand, so I quickly let go of Tan Guanglin, spread my hands and said, "Master, this apprentice is very talented! Not only do I know this, I also know how to deal with people from Yewang, "Bajiquan" and "Five Thunders" Palm" I will too!"

"Good boy, you know Lei Ting's "Five Thunder Palms". I think you are from Yewang."

As he was about to fight, Tan Guanglin took the initiative to stop in front, and said coldly, "Grandpa, let's get to the bottom of things, the younger brother is the one who killed members of Yewang, how could he be a member of Yewang again."

Meng Dong also hurriedly said: "Yes, Master, you have figured out the situation, I didn't even know that Lei Ting learned the Tao from "Five Thunder Palms", even if he learned "Five Thunder Palms", it is different from what I learned. "

Tan Muyun flicked his sleeves and snorted coldly: "Then you practice "Five Thunder Palms" again."

It seems that this is the only way to prove it. There are two sets, one is from Shaolin, and the other is from Daoism. I don’t believe it’s such a coincidence.

Standing in the middle of the yard, he began to practice.

As a result, the old man suddenly became violent and said angrily: "How dare you say no to "Five Poisons Chasing the Sand Palm", Thunder taught you, right?"

"Master, don't worry, my Lei Ting will definitely not."

Being so frightened, he had no choice but to practice the Taoist "Five Thunder Palms" honestly.

The speed slowed down a lot, and a faint aura was brought up. Tan Muyun saw it, and his expression slowly became smoother.

The favorability was still not restored, and Meng Dong left wisely.

Tan Guanglin squatted beside him and whispered, "Grandpa, there are already many Junior Brothers, so it shouldn't be possible for them to be from Yewang?"

Tan Muyun sighed and said: "Even you and Qianjiang don't know the true meaning of his set of Tan legs, but he would. If it wasn't taught by those two traitors, I don't believe it, and this "72 Ways of Capture" ", I learned too quickly."

Tan Guanglin muttered, "You said before that he was talented."