After getting married, he became the favorite of the boss

Shen Yanhe's punches were tricky, flexible, fast and ruthless, which was very different from the fighters Ah Yong encountered in ordinary times.

She is like a gust of wind.

so you can not catch.

This time the boxing ring was relatively remote, and Shen Yanhe didn't release the news that she was here to fight. She changed her iconic mask again.

Apart from Fang Zhi and a few young people, there were not many spectators in the audience.

Most viewers went to see their favorite fighters.

Those young people saw that Ayong was almost being suppressed by Shen Yanhe, and unilaterally beat him violently.

Hearing the sound of the punch to the flesh, a chill rose up the backs of several people, as if the fist had hit themselves.

"This little girl, is she really s?" A young man wiped the cold sweat seeping from his forehead, looked at his companion and stammered.

"I think so." The companion nodded: "If she wasn't S, she wouldn't have been able to fight Ah Yong for so long."

The young man with a yellow accent didn't dare to speak, and kept raising his hands to wipe his sweat, feeling a little remorse in his heart.

If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have been so mean and erotic.

What if s wants to settle accounts with him?

Ah Yong was no match for her, he couldn't hold a punch in her hands at all.

Ayong on the boxing ring was very aggrieved. He was tall and powerful, but lacked flexibility. When fighting other boxers head-on, he could win with strength.

But Shen Yanhe was very flexible and didn't confront him head-on at all.

The more he fought, the more injuries he suffered.

He felt more and more suffocated, and there was a ruthless look in his eyes.

If he loses to a woman, what will the brothers on the road think of him?How could he still be messing around on the road?

A look of fierceness flashed in Ah Yong's eyes, one fist turned into a palm and grabbed Shen Yanhe's chest, and one hand raised two fingers to poke her eyes.

He's going to fuck.

Shen Yanhe's eyes were slightly cold, and she took a step back to avoid the palm of his hand that was slapping her chest, stretched out her hand to cover the hand that was poking at her eyes, and folded it down abruptly.

Lifted his foot and kicked him in the abdomen neatly, kicking Ayong to the ground directly.

"Want to play yin?" Shen Yanhe's exposed eyes had a cold smile: "I'll play with you."

Ayong's back suddenly felt cold, and before he could react, he saw Shen Yanhe lift his foot, and kicked him neatly.

Without the slightest hesitation.

A Yong's lower body felt cold, and he subconsciously clamped his legs, pinching the foot kicked by Shen Yanhe.

Shen Yanhe let go of Ayong's hand at this moment, and stretched out two fingers to poke Ayong's eyes quickly.

Ah Yong immediately screamed out.

When he was screaming, Shen Yanhe still didn't let him go.

Punch after punch fell on him.

10 minutes later……

Ayong lay down on the ground with a bruised nose and swollen face, howling, covering his head with his hands, and roared inarticulately: "I give up! I give up! I give up!!"

Oh shit!

This woman is crazy!

Fang Zhi in the audience listened to the screams that could almost blow over the roof, raised his hands and pushed his glasses, and sighed in pity.

awful.

It was really miserable.

Shen Yanhe punched A Yong on the head, A Yong rolled his eyes and passed out, completely losing the ability to fight again.

After the referee announced that Shen Yanhe had won, several young people in the audience carefully climbed onto the boxing ring and dragged Ayong down like a dead dog.

Then he ran away quickly like a mouse seeing a cat, without the arrogant appearance just now.

Terrible, terrible.

Shen Yanhe had a hearty fight, exhaling a lot of depression in her heart, and she clenched her somewhat numb fists.

Tsk, this sandbag is quite durable.

"Here." Fang Zhi handed Shen Yanhe salt water and a towel, and said with a natural expression: "Lina just sent me a message, saying that after you finish the call, don't leave, go to room 202 to rest, and wait for her."

He handed her a card: "This is the room card. She said she has something to talk to you about."

Shen Yanhe didn't doubt that he was there, raised her head and took a big mouthful of light salt water before nodding: "Well, I'll go right away."

She wiped the sweat off her body with a towel, squeezed the cup, quietly retreated from the boxing ring, and walked towards the stairs on the second floor.

Fang Zhi watched her leave, took out his phone and sent a message: Boss, she went up.

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Room 202.

Shen Yanhe looked up at the house number, and after confirming that he had gone the right way, he opened the door with the key card, and closed the door after entering.

As soon as the door was closed, Shen Yanhe was keenly aware of the sound of breathing in the room other than her.

She paused, her eyes darkened, and she understood instantly.

Fang Zhi calculated her.

Shen Yanhe retreated silently towards the door.

But the second she took a step, the originally dark room snapped, and someone turned on the light.

With almost a glance, Shen Yanhe saw the man sitting in a wheelchair in the center of the living room with an outstanding and dignified temperament.

The iconic Shura noodles gave Shen Yanhe a headache.

It's this man again.

Why is he so haunted?

Didn't you just sleep with him once?He doesn't suffer.

The man in the wheelchair clasped his hands on his lap, half of his face was wearing a Shura mask, and the black eyes hidden under the mask were looking at her calmly.

Shen Yanhe's eyes quickly flicked over the outline of the pistol protruding from the bodyguard's waist, and her eyebrows frowned very quickly.

Looks like I can't go today.

But she can't sit still, she has to find a way to leave.

She and the man looked at each other in silence.

They didn't notice at all that Sanfang and Sifang, who were dressed as bodyguards, were trying to keep their faces sullen, not to show their shocked expressions.

The young wife of their family is actually the boxing champion S in the mx underground boxing arena!

Grass!

This is even more shocking than Fu's bankruptcy!

Shen Yanhe's red lips suddenly curled up, her tense body relaxed, her hands crossed in front of her chest, and she lazily leaned against the wall.

The voice is lazy and sweet, with a charm that is numb to the bone: "What a coincidence~ we met again~"

Fu Yanhe looked at the woman in front of him quietly, as if seeing Shen Yanhe for the first time.

The woman was wearing a boxing suit, her upper body was exposed, her skin was as white as snow, her tight vest outlined her plump curves, her lower body was wearing shorts, revealing a pair of long white and slender legs.

The temperament of the whole person is different from that in the manor.

There is no weakness, but full of laziness and charm.

Very tense and aggressive.

Such Shen Yanhe is dangerous and charming.

Shen Yanhe felt uncomfortable when he stared at him so directly.

She narrowed her eyes, walked towards Fu Yanhe with her slender legs, like a lazy cat, her voice was deliberately soft: "I said, you are chasing me so closely, could it be..."

Shen Yanhe stood still in front of him, bent slightly to look at him, and blinked her eyes lightly: "Have you fallen in love with me?"

Fu Yanhe looked at her calmly, tightened his big hands on the armrests of the wheelchair, deliberately lowered his voice, and squeezed out a word from his throat: "En."

Hearing his answer, Shen Yanhe almost couldn't hold back the expression on his face.

She looked at him quietly, and suddenly smiled: "That's a pity."

"I'm married and have a husband."

Fu Yanhe's eyes flickered slightly.

Shen Yanhe straightened up with regret on his face, and walked slowly behind him, his gaze fell on the closed window without a trace.

As long as she can get close to the window, she is sure to use the fastest speed to escape from the window.

This is only the second floor.

Height is no problem for her.

She stood behind him, leaned close to his ear, and said with a teasing voice, "Compared with my husband, you are far behind."

Fu Yanhe lowered his eyes slightly, hiding the slight smile that flashed under his eyes, he looked sideways at her, and said unhurriedly: "Really?"

These were words that were spoken close to her ears, and the familiar cold and magnetic voice made Shen Yanhe startled.

Why is this voice so familiar?

Why does it sound like Fu Yanhe's voice?