After Rebirth, I Am the White Moonlight of All Big Brothers

  Chapter 66 Beats up Ziang, and falls to Jiuye

money!

   Stacks of hundred-yuan bills, neatly stacked.

  Hu Ben has never seen so much money, his eyes stared like brass bells, and when he reacted, he quickly tied the mouth of the bag: "I don't want it!"

  Jiang Fuyue raised her eyebrows.

  He was anxious: "Okay, this is not a business, I don’t want money!"

   Kind of aggrieved.

  "You don't need to spend money to get in and out of the bar? You don't have to pay for ordering packages?"

  Hu Ben is embarrassed.

  Jiang Fuyue directly pushed in front of him: "This is not a remuneration, it is an expense, a total of 100,000. If you refund more and make up less, don't forget to keep the account."

   "Okay!" Hu Ben nodded repeatedly.

  "Call me if you have news." After speaking, Jiang Fuyue got up and left.

  Watching people walk away, Hu Ben regained his gaze, and quickly took the money into his arms in the next second, and looked around vigilantly.

  Suddenly, he moved for a while, lowered his head, stared at the black plastic bag in his arms, feeling the heavy weight of one hundred thousand yuan, but his eyes suddenly became blank.

  If he remembered correctly, Jiang Fuyue carried this plastic bag when he came, and put it at his feet like throwing trash after sitting down. Who would have thought that it was filled with money?

  Of course, these are not important.

  The important thing is, why does she carry so much cash with her?

  It's like knowing it will be useful...

  The night wind swept across and poured into the neck, the tiger rushed and shivered, and when he recovered, he realized that his back was already soaked.

  ...

At the moment when    passed Zhong Ziang, Jiang Fuyue did not recognize him, but she still did not squint.

  Zhong Shao: What do you mean by "?"

   "Jiang Fuyue, you stop!"

  Holding the feet, deaf ears.

  Zhong Ziang's enthusiasm, he drew his legs to catch up, a go-ahead blocked the way, and now she had to stop without stopping.

  "Get out of the way." The tone was suddenly cold, and the dark pupils under the street lights refracted the dignified light.

   "Don't let it," the teenager laughed wildly, full of scorn, with a raised jaw with a natural arrogance, "see what you can do with me."

  Handsome is handsome, and cool is also pretty cool, but it's exceptionally...underbeat.

  Jiang Fuyue moved her fingertips lightly, and her hand was itchy.

  Zhong Ziang watched her fist clenching movement, he was immediately vigilant, resisted not backing up, and yelled loudly with his thick neck: "I am alert and warn you, the gentleman does not use his mouth! If you do this, I will be welcome!"

  "First of all, I never said that I was a gentleman. Secondly, I didn't plan to do it, but your successful remarks aroused my curiosity. I just want to see how you can be blunt."

   After finishing speaking, before Zhong Ziang hadn't reacted, he punched directly.

boom-

  Quick and accurate.

  Until Jiang Fuyue stopped and left, he did not react, his eyes were circled.

  A long while—

  I was beaten?

  Slot!

  I was beaten by her again? !

  Mom, the Linhuai routine is too deep, I want to return to the imperial capital!

  But said that Jiang Fuyue left the scene without burden after personally teaching how to be a person.

   Turning the corner is the main road, so I don’t have to worry about Zhong Ziang catching up. Even if she catches up, it's a big deal to teach again, anyway, she has time.

   Suddenly, after a pause, Jiang Fuyue stopped in place, her stern eyes falling not far ahead.

  I saw a long figure turning out from behind the corner, and the street light was dim, hitting the man's indifferent and handsome face, with a hazy texture that added mystery.

   "Miss Jiang repeatedly, and again and again, to my nephew, is it appropriate?" The calm voice, indifferent eyes, without the slightest anger, made people's shoulders sinking.

Jiang Fuyue slowly raised her eyes, even though there is a natural height gap between the two, the momentum has not fallen, "I think Mr. Xie should ask your nephew first, he will stop me again and again, is this appropriate? ?"

  Xie Dingyuan frowned.

  Jiang Fuyue went straight forward, and when she passed him, she suddenly said, “A life that has not been beaten up is incomplete, so I don’t mind letting you all feel it...”

you?

  After finishing, without giving the other party any reaction time, Jiang Fuyue rushed to him, grabbed the man’s wrist with her left hand, and buckled the biceps with the other hand, her feet were parallel and slightly wider than the shoulders, and then she slammed forward...

  Xie Dingyuan only felt a fragrance filled his arms, and the woman's breath was close at hand. A strange and novel touch washed his brain through the thin cloth of clothes, making him startled and unable to move.

  Suddenly, the body lightened, and then, the object in the foreground turned around.

  When he reacted, he had fallen to the ground, and the woman was standing next to him, condescendingly looking at him, her eyebrows filled with smiles.

   "Do you feel it? Uncle Zhong Ziang."

  At that moment, Xie Dingyuan's eyes were exactly the same as his nephew's eyes not long ago.

"you-"

   "Last time you fought me, I threw you this time," Jiang Fuyue interrupted him, "We have a relationship, isn't it fair?"

  After saying this, no matter what the other party's reaction is, he pulls his legs and leaves.

  Two minutes later.

  Zhong Ziang clutched his chin and chased out from the alley. He saw Xie Dingyuan's sudden stop and put his hand down: "Cough...Uncle, when did you follow?"

   "Just here."

   Then you shouldn’t see him being beaten by Jiang Fuyue, right?

  Zhong Ziang's palm was against the trouser legs, and he began to rub back and forth in secret, trying to rub off the mud on it.

  At the same time, Xie Dingyuan calmly smoothed the cuffs.

   "Then... Uncle, did you see Jiang Fuyue going out from here?"

"No."

   "Oh." Suddenly, Zhong Ziang's gaze stopped and fell on Xie Dingyuan's shoulder, as if he saw something incredible.

  The latter looked at himself, and the next second, his eyebrows were suddenly twisted.

  Zhong Ziang swallowed, and said unsurely: "Uncle, your shoulders seem to be...stained with ashes?"

  To be honest, he doesn’t believe it.

  Xie Dingyuan’s habit of cleanliness has reached the point that even people like Xie Yunzao who are accustomed to tolerance can accept incompetence. Normally, shirts and trousers can't find the slightest fold, so how can they allow their shoulders to fall off?

   "Well," Xie Dingyuan's expression remained unchanged, "I didn't pay attention, it was dirty."

  Zhong Ziang nodded, staring blankly again, why, how come there are also on the trouser legs?

   "Go home." Xie Dingyuan lifted his chin and motioned for him to go forward.

  Zhong Ziang was full of doubts, and his head moved forward.

  Xie Dingyuan was half a step behind, with a calm posture.

  If Zhong Ziang walks behind him at this time, he will find that his old uncle has more than his shoulders, trouser legs, and his entire back is gray, wrinkled, like a ball of grease...

  Unfortunately, Young Master Zhong did not have this consciousness. He now only thinks: I have a little secret, which must not be discovered by anyone!

  Xie Dingyuan: Well, I also have a little secret.

  At this time, "Secret Creator" Jiang Fuyue has swaggered across the road and stopped in front of a barbecue stall—

  "Ten catties of crayfish, 50 skewers of palm treasure, 40 skewers of squid, 30 pieces of grilled tofu, 20 pieces of garlic eggplant, 10 chicken wings—packed."

  Boss: "?" The dog was dumbfounded.

  Diner: "!" Hao Heng!

  Jiang Fuyue: "Remember to bake it, not too spicy."

   "...good, good."

  　Jiang Fuyue: You may not believe it, both of these uncles have been beaten by me.

  (End of this chapter)