My nemesis brother looks at me very strangely

Jiang Beiyu seldom saw such a childish side of him, his long and narrow black eyes looked at him quietly and smiled for a long time before he sighed softly,

"I thought you were the kind of person who dotes on your sister and obeys her."

Sister control, they are probably the kind of people who want to hold their sister in their hands and pamper them. At first he thought that Ning Nanjia was also like that.

Perhaps it was because he had never felt the warmth of a family since he was a child, so when he first met Ning Nanjia, he couldn't help but want to get closer to this person.

Later, the idea became an obsession, and the more he got along, the more he wanted to take this person as his own.

Seeing Jiang Beiyu's long eyelashes drooping slightly in thought, thinking that he was thinking about something, Ning Nanjia couldn't help pinching his ear and said,

"She's already lawless enough. If you spoil her again, there will be problems. But you are different. You can't be spoiled if you spoil her."

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by this sentence, Jiang Beiyu raised his eyes, and unexpectedly bumped into Ning Nanjia's warm and shallow eyes.

The sunlight fell into his eyes through the sparse branches, and there were fine light and shadows floating in it, as well as deep love.

It was as if someone poured a handful of scalding warm water into his heart, which made his internal organs feel warm. Jiang Beiyu couldn't help but moved forward, and suddenly seemed to think of something to stop the intimacy, The corner of his mouth curved and he said regretfully,

"It's a pity that it's on the street, otherwise I really want to kiss you to death."

Ning Nanjia: "..."

After enduring and enduring, he still couldn't hold back, covered his face and begged in a low voice, "Jiang Beiyu, please don't get sick in front of the mice later, thank you."

The arc of the corner of his mouth deepened slightly, and Jiang Beiyu made a gesture of salute, and responded very readily, "I promise to complete the task."

The place where the boxing match was held was a newly opened muay thai gym near Miaozi's house. In order to attract more business, the boss specially held an open boxing match in the gym. Tickets were not expensive, and it was summer vacation. It sold out quickly.

When Ning Nanjia and Jiang Beiyu arrived, the mouse and Zou Zikang were already waiting at the door, squatting and standing, and there was a petite girl standing beside her, holding a lace parasol and tilting her head Chatting with Zou Zikang.

As soon as she saw Ning Nanjia, the little girl took the initiative to introduce herself, "Hello, I am a friend of Senior Brother Zikang, my name is Zhang Zhenzhen, Zhenzhen Zhiye Zhenzhen."

The person surnamed Zhang is also called Brother Zou Zikang, probably Zhang Madgou's daughter did not run away.

Slightly raised his eyebrows and glanced at Zou Zikang, Ning Nanjia replied,

"Hello, I'm Ning Nanjia, and this is Jiang Beiyu."

"I know." Zhang Zhenzhen smiled sweetly, pointed at him, then at Jiang Beiyu,

"You are the one who fights the hardest, and he is the one with the most money. I have already asked Senior Brother Zikang."

Ning Nanjia didn't answer, Zhang Zhenzhen looked at them and smiled, her eyes were not shy at all.

Seeing that everyone knew each other, the mouse patted his knees and stood up, "Why don't we go in, it's almost time to start."

Zhang Zhenzhen deserved it the fastest, put away the parasol and shouted cheerfully to Zou Zikang, "Brother Zikang, let's go!"

Zou Zikang replied "Yes" with some helplessness, and was dragged away by her before he could finish his sentence. With his reluctance, he looked like a good woman who was held hostage by a female bully.

Ning Nanjia looked at it, and couldn't help but bend the corner of his mouth. Just as he was about to turn his head to talk to Jiang Beiyu, he saw him staring fixedly at the other entrance, as if he saw someone, with a slightly gloomy expression on his face.

The crowd was crowded, and Ning Nanjia didn't know who he was looking at, so he bumped his waist with his arm and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

The long eyelashes moved slightly, Jiang Beiyu regained his composure, and replied softly with his lowered eyes, "It's nothing, let's go in."

Although Ning Nanjia was a little puzzled, seeing that Jiang Beiyu seemed unwilling to say more, he didn't ask any further, and dragged him in with the flow of people.

The seats were separated, I don't know if it was on purpose or just a coincidence, Ning Nanjia and Jiang Beiyu sat on the east side, and the three of them sat on the north side, even though they were far apart, they could still be seen by Tan's head.

Before the competition started, Ning Nanjia propped his chin and glanced casually at the audience in the arena, and soon found some familiar faces. The closest to them was Song Weiming, the third and second bully. Song Weiming seemed to have seen him too. After glancing at him, Sora lowered his head as hastily as a mouse seeing a cat.

Too cowardly.

Ning Nanjia let out a "tsk", and just moved his gaze away when he suddenly felt a piercing gaze fall on him. At first he thought it was Song Weiming's son-in-law glaring at him, but after looking over, he realized that it was Song Weiming sitting next door a strange boy.

The young man wore a pair of silver-rimmed glasses, with a handsome face and a sinister expression, his eyes were like poisoned knives, he looked at him and then lowered his head.

Somewhat inexplicable.

Ning Nanjia didn't have time to think, the game started

The first boxing match was between two young men, both in their early twenties. One was fat and the other was thin. The fat one looked more delicate, while the thin one looked vicious. As soon as they entered the ring, there was a lot of noise around them. cheers.

Ning Nanjia unscrewed the mineral water he just walked in and took a sip, put his arms on his knees and turned to look at Jiang Beiyu beside him, "Do you want a drink?"

Seeming to be a little absent-minded, Jiang Beiyu thought for a while before taking the water, and then took a slow sip while biting the bottle.

With the sound of a whistle, the two people on the ring started to fight. At first, it was just probing, punching, and colliding. After a while, the thin man was swept away by the fat man.

After a hard somersault, the thin man's face became even more hostile, and when he stood up, he rushed forward and started fighting with the fat man.

The place became hot immediately, with some whistling, clapping and booing.

Jiang Beiyu looked on indifferently, lowering his eyes from time to time as if he was thinking about something, Ning Nanjia saw that he didn't seem to be looking at the ring much the whole time, and the surrounding voices were too noisy, so he leaned over to stick to his The ear asked,

"Are you feeling too bored? How about we go back?"

Concentrating her eyes for a moment, Jiang Beiyu nodded, "Well, let's go back."

Beside him was a girl eating hand pancakes, and next to Jiang Beiyu was a long line of people. Ning Nanjia looked around and thought it would be easier to go out beside him, so she apologized and said to the girl,

"Sorry, we want to go out."

Seeing that it was the handsome guy who asked, the girl readily gave way.

Ning Nanjia asked Jiang Beiyu to go first, and he followed behind. When he passed by the girl, the thin man in the ring punched the fat man to the ground with a backhand. When the girl got excited, she grabbed the cake and threw it on Ning Nanjia's clothes Lifted it up.

Ning Nanjia didn't pay much attention to it. After leaving the arena, he realized that there was a large piece of thick sauce on the hem of his clothes. It was a combination of tomato and salad. It was sticky to the touch and could not be wiped off. It's the toilet, he gestured to Jiang Beiyu,

"Wait for me, I'll go to the toilet to wash up."

Reaching out to take the water in his hand, Jiang Beiyu nodded and stood there waiting for him.

The cold water rushed down.

That girl is probably a sauce lover. Ning Nanjia stood in front of the sink and washed for a long time before washing the sauce thoroughly. She was about to take out two pieces of paper to wipe the water when someone came in.

He looked up and found that it was the boy with silver-rimmed glasses who was sitting next to Song Weiming just now.

It won't be much clean after wiping, so he threw the paper towels into the trash can, Ning Nanjia turned off the tap and was about to leave, when the boy suddenly called out to stop him,

"Hello, are you Jiang Beiyu's boyfriend?"

Ning Nanjia originally thought that he had admitted the wrong person, but when he heard that he could accurately name Jiang Beiyu, he stopped and turned to look at him.

The four eyes met, the young man smiled suddenly, and after looking up and down his face critically, he said with a sinister look:

"Just looking at you, I thought you were good-looking. Now that I look closer, I'm sure you're really good-looking. No wonder he likes you."

Frowning slightly, Ning Nanjia glanced at him expressionlessly, touched the doorknob and was about to open the door, when the boy suddenly raised his voice and asked,

"Jiang Beiyu has such fine skin, tender flesh and beautiful skin. It must be very enjoyable to dry, right?"

Seeing the frightening chill instantly covering Ning Nanjia's eyes, the young man was taken aback. After froze for a moment, his eyes became more and more venomous, and his words became more and more unpleasant.

"Maybe he messed with you, maybe, after all, he's so big..."

Before he finished speaking, Ning Nanjia punched him in the face with such force that it almost exploded his entire jawbone.

After slamming into the door panel and rebounding and falling to the ground, the boy's trousers rolled up, revealing a left leg with a prosthetic limb.

Song Weiming, prosthesis.

After linking these two points, Ning Nanjia guessed who he was all at once, with a bit of ruthlessness in his eyes, he warned in a cold voice,

"Song Anyu, keep your fucking mouth clean for me."

The glasses were blown to the ground, Song Anyu vomited a mouthful of blood in embarrassment while supporting his elbow, raised his eyes which were not very clear to look at him, with a thick and sarcastic smile on his face,

"Am I wrong? When I chased him, I pretended to be aloof. I looked disgusted at me. Now I'm still messing with men. I just touched him and he fucked me." Broke my leg, why!"

"He's dead now, and his father is in prison. He deserves it all..."

Before the final sound of the word "Gai" came out, Ning Nanjia kicked him in the heart with a violent expression.

The viscera seemed to have been kicked apart, Song Anyu arched his back, his face was pale and cold sweat flowed out, blood oozed out of his mouth and nose all of a sudden, the pain made him lose his voice in an instant, and he almost passed out and collapsed on the ground.

Jiang Beiyu waited outside for a long time but did not wait for Ning Nanjia to come out. As soon as he approached the toilet, he heard a loud noise from inside.

Pushing open the door and entering, I saw Ning Nanjia was holding Song Anyu by his collar and pressing him against the sink, punching him hard in the face one after another.

[The author has something to say]: The young master is very powerful in combat, and he has never suffered a loss. Don't worry, Shuangjie.