Female President's Protector

Hearing this voice, Zeng Xuexin's body trembled, her face turned pale, as if possessed by a demon, her small lips kept trembling, showing that she was extremely afraid of the owner of this voice.

Zhang Yi and Zhang Wanling looked at each other, followed the prestige, and saw a ferocious middle-aged man standing at the door of a house not far away. The air in the rain was mixed with a little food aroma, which made people feel hungry.

And there were bursts of shouting from time to time.

After a while, the middle-aged man came out with an umbrella. Because of the heavy rain, he didn't notice anything, only that a gentle and charming woman was holding an umbrella, and Zeng Xuexin was standing under the umbrella, dumbfounded. After a daze, he said grimly, "Little girl, did you get any money from begging?"

"Mr. Landlord, I..."

"Are you trying to say that you don't have money to pay the rent?" The man saw Zeng Xuexin's embarrassed face, and there was a bit of anger in his voice.

There was a trace of coldness in Zhang Yi's contemptuous eyes, without waiting for Zeng Xuexin to speak, he said with a sneer: "Why do I feel that the artistic conception at this moment is similar to that of Du Fu, a poet of the Tang Dynasty? "

"What do you mean?"

"Hmph, you are a big man who has a lot of fish and meat in there, but you won't feel sorry for a little girl." Zhang Yi said coldly.

"Haha." The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and immediately burst into laughter: "I pity him, but who pity me? They haven't paid rent for three months, and someone else would have kicked them out long ago."

"Oh?" Zhang Yi pouted, disdainful of the middle-aged man's words, and said indifferently: "Then how much does she owe you in total?"

"The rent is 329 a month, and I haven't paid it for three months. Including utility bills, the total is [-]."

"Ha ha."

Zhang Yi just sneered, without saying anything. If this middle-aged man really felt sorry for Zeng Xuexin, he wouldn't care about the hundreds of dollars. He guessed that the meat and vegetables in the house cost more than that.

What makes him feel distressed is that in Zhonghai, a place where every inch of land is so precious, a house that costs 100 yuan a month is so poor, and they only spent 29 yuan on water and electricity for three months. Either they have no home appliances, or they are reluctant to use them. Zhang Yi felt that both were possible.

"329, right? This is 400, I hope you don't bully her." Zhang Wanling's eyes showed a bit of disgust, holding an umbrella with one hand, and with the other hand, she took out 400 yuan from her bag and threw it to the middle-aged man with difficulty, said indifferently.

"You..." The middle-aged man was stunned. It is a good thing to be able to get back the rent, but he never expected that this gentle-looking woman would throw money at herself. What does she have to do with those rich second generations? the difference?

"Get out." Zhang Yi roared in a deep voice, he didn't bother to talk nonsense with this man, otherwise he couldn't help but destroy this man if he continued.

"Fuck, who the hell are you, is it amazing to be rich?" The middle-aged man said angrily with his eyes tight and his eyebrows knit together.

"Brother, sister, I can't ask for your money." At this moment, Zeng Xuexin's tender little hand held Zhang Wanling's clothes corner, with a bit of worry in her tone.

"Xiaoxin, do you want your sister to sleep outside?" Zhang Wanling said softly, she was completely different from the one she was just now.

"But, but he..."

Seeing Zeng Xuexin faltering, her small eyes flickering with fear, Zhang Yi frowned slightly. If he guessed correctly, this guy is not only unreasonable to collect the rent, but more likely he is delusionally trying to do something inferior to the two sisters. thing.

"What's the matter with him, don't be afraid, tell brother." The anger in Zhang Yi's eyes flashed away, he took a deep breath, as if he was holding back his anger, he squatted down and said softly.

"But he's scary, he...my...sister, wow..." At the end, Zeng Xuexin couldn't hold back anymore and burst into tears.

Zhang Wanling was taken aback, and no matter how heavy the rain was, she held an umbrella in one hand, knelt down and hugged Zeng Xuexin: "Okay, Xiaoxin, don't cry, don't cry, let's not talk about it."

"This matter must be taken care of no matter what!" Zhang Wanling whispered to Zhang Yi, her attitude was frighteningly tough.

After finishing speaking, he gave Zhang Yi a look and carried Zeng Xuexin back to the car.

This matter must be taken care of no matter what!

She has always said that it is better to do more than to do less. Sometimes she dare not even trample an ant to death, but her attitude today is surprisingly tough.

To be able to scare a child like this, it is estimated that there is an unknown sadness behind this incident, which made Zeng Xuexin so frightened.

Moreover, she saw the shadows of Zhang Yi and herself from the two sisters Zeng Xuexin.

Zhang Yi nodded, even if Zhang Wanling didn't say that he would take care of this matter, but what he didn't expect was that his sister would be so angry. You must know that even if others scold her or beat her, she won't get angry. , For example, I knew about Huang Hong.

A person with such a kind heart, and a woman who is always worried about her own safety, unexpectedly her attitude is extremely tough this time, but this is also suitable for Zhang Yi's intentions. What he has always been most afraid of is that Zhang Wanling is too weak. Very easily bullied.

"Tell me, what exactly did you do to the two sisters?" After Zhang Wanling closed the car door, Zhang Yi asked calmly, with no expression on his face, no joy, anger, sorrow or joy.

A cold light flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged man. It seemed that the man and the woman came from rich people. Although he didn't know the brand of the car, in his opinion, anyone who could afford a small car was rich. of.

"I don't know what you're talking about." After careful consideration, the middle-aged man said evasively, not daring to meet Zhang Yi's eyes.

"Hehe." Zhang Yi smiled expressionlessly, shook his head lightly, and murmured in a low voice, "I don't want to drink a toast or a fine wine."

Just when the middle-aged man was suspicious of what Zhang Yi was talking about, when he looked up, he felt a blur in front of his eyes. The young man had long since disappeared, and his pupils shrank for a while.

Suddenly, he only felt as if he was hit by a moving train, his stomach felt sour, and then he floated up and flew out backwards.

'Boom'

The huge body of the middle-aged man just knocked down the iron gate of his house, and the whole wall shook. One can imagine how strong Zhang Yi's kick was.

'puff'

The middle-aged man fell to the ground and spurted blood, with stars on his head.

And with such an impact, everyone in the room ran out. Seeing this, their faces changed dramatically. A dozen people all looked at Zhang Yi with gloomy faces, and regardless of the rain, they braved the rain and came to Zhang Yi.

"Why, do you want to use the number of people to influence the number?" Zhang Yi curled his lips, completely indifferent.