Gan Qing searched around but couldn't find any trace of Yan Hao. She drank a lot of wind and ran and fucked her again. Her stomach hurt a little now. She shouldn't have eaten more chicken wings at night.

This may be retribution - last time she spoke without restraint and said behind her back that "swallows in front of the hall" have now become big geckos, and today she was trained by big geckos for three streets.

On the courtyard wall, a heating notice that had been posted for more than a month floated half of it, fanning restlessly in the cold wind, with the mottled handwriting on it.

Gan Qing stared at it for a while, turned around and left, thinking to himself: "Don't worry, love it so much, I'm going to go back to bed."

However, at this moment, a short scream sounded, and was interrupted. Gan Qing slid out like a fish swimming, and was no longer in place for the next second.

This voice was called by Nie Ke. It was a coincidence that Nie Ke woke up at this time.

The previous second was still seducing Sao Bai Tian happily. When he opened his eyes, he found that he was being carried on his shoulder like a sack. Everyone would scream. Nie Ke's stomach was pressed against Yan Hao's broken bag, and he didn't know what was so hard inside. He poked back and forth between his ribs, making him almost vomit.

Nie Ke subconsciously grabbed the old canvas bag, opened his mouth, and let his throat go: "Ao, save..."

Yan Hao was startled and threw the person on his shoulders away.

From a person's height, he smashed hard to the ground. Nie Ke felt his internal organs tremble three times, and his eyes turned dark. Then, before he could see who the black-hearted kidnapper was, a coat that had been soaked with sweat a little bit soaked, hitting it down and covering his head.

Nie Ke was going crazy, pulling Yan Hao's rag bag, holding his old waist and lying on the ground, desperately rubbing his butt away: "Are you... um... um!"

Yan Hao kicked him, and the man curled up into a big shrimp. Tang Qianyan, a kidnapper who was not skilled in business, was sweating profusely. While snatching his bag back, he tried to hold Nie Ke's head. With a "squeeze", his small cloth bag worth 16.5 yuan was sacrificed heroically during the tearing between the two men, and the things inside fell all over the floor.

Rei Ayaha!

Yan Hao gave Nie Ke an elbow in anger, and the thing finally stopped moving.

Yan Hao was panting and stuffed the fallen things into his bag in a panic. Before he could check, he keenly caught some movement. Yan Hao's face changed, he bent down to carry Nie Ke, and turned around and was about to run.

At this moment, a ray of li Feng swept across his face, blocking his way, and Gan Qing chased after him!

Yan Hao breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand and rushed forward, and met the tight-killing force. The two of them collided head-on and bounced away at the same time - Gan Qing bounced farther, and the weight gap was still insurmountable.

Yan Hao's forearm felt like it was broken, his whole body tensed, and he stared at the person in front of him: "Who are you... who are you?"

Some laymen believe that legs are stronger than arms, and they are well-armed, and they look beautiful when fighting, but in fact, if it is not a fighting competition where you need to "rescue" points, two strangers who are not familiar with the opponent's method will rarely come up and directly exert their legs. Because people leverage their strength and exert force all under a pair of feet. Once the legs are raised, the person is empty first and the center of gravity will change. It is easy to sweep the legs out. It is even more difficult to know where to fall. Once they fall together, people will have many empty doors invisibly, and they are easily killed by their opponents.

The opponent's leg that blocked the road seemed to be coming in a fierce manner, but in fact it was a bit similar to the behavior of the owner stretching his feet and gently pushing it apart when a kitten and dog were making trouble. He was trying hard.

If Gan Qing was not a "branch" who didn't know anything, then she would have left a lot of room for her.

"Don't you know me? When buying pancakes, I looked up every day and saw him. Once, there was only one thin piece left, and you gave it to me." Gan Qing moved his numb shin slightly. She stopped joking and said in a low voice, "I remember this favor. I will say it again at the end. If you put this person down, I won't call the police."

"No, I won't let it go." Yan Hao took a step back vigilantly, "He... he is a scumbag, he hurt people, pretends to be innocent, I saw it... he still wants to deceive others!"

"Who did you hurt?" Gan Qing listened to his confused words with difficulty, and was stunned for a moment before he realized, "His wife? Do you know her and Xiang Xiaoman?"

Yan Hao shook his head honestly.

Gan Qing inexplicably said: "You don't know her, so why are you trying to coax her here? What does it have to do with you?"

Yan Hao's vocabulary is quite scarce and he can't even curse people. He just said over and over again: "He is a scumbag!"

"So? Are you going to do the way for heaven?" Gan Qing asked, "Are you from the Women's Federation?"

Pay so much attention to women's rights?

Yan Hao thought she was talking about "Avengers" - the Avengers - this man was mocking him for being arrested in Spider-Man's clothes!

The huge dimensional wall fell from the sky, lying across the two of them, creating a conversation between them.

Yan Hao's face suddenly turned red, he roared in grief and anger, and ran towards Gan Qing regardless of concern.

Gan Qing: "..."

What did she say wrong?

Yan Hao is tall and has an advantage. He regards Nie Ke as a big stick that is not very easy and wielded so powerfully. Gan Qing gently tapped the ground with his toes and retreated three or four meters in an instant, but did not dare to take it, because this "big stick" was made of human flesh. If he accidentally broke it, both of them would become murderers.

It flashed and slid to Yan Hao's side. Gan Qing's fingers were like hooks, slashing at Yan Hao's throat. Yan Hao's neck had goose bumps. The two of them took a dozen tricks in a flash. The pale hand was extremely sinister, and every joint was murderous intent. He was a little afraid for a moment. After a half beat slowing down, Gan Qing's hand hooked Nie Ke's belt and wanted to pull him off.

Yan Hao followed the situation and smashed Nie Ke down.

This move is comparable to "Liu Bei's child throwing". If it hits the vital point when it lands, Nie Ke will have to be paraplegic at a high position if he doesn't finish it. Gan Qing can't see the scum breaking into a pancake, so he has no choice but to reach out to take it. She is a sword-like way, and she is not practicing the skill of being able to wrestle with others. She has never done physical work since the founder. Yan Hao's smashing is hundreds of pounds, and Gan Qing's arms sank and almost stretched his waist.

Before she could catch her, Yan Hao swung Nie Ke forward and directly knocked her away. He spread his long legs and ran away. He had several ups and downs, and disappeared again.

This man looks like a slut, but his skills are not soft at all.

Gan Qing was about to chase after her, but a colic on her left abdomen tripped her. She hissed, frowned and bent down, and wanted to vomit a little - martial arts masters could not exercise vigorously after the meal.

At this time, a man ran over with the wind: "What's the situation?"

When he witnessed Yan Hao knocking Nie Ke unconscious, Gan Qing told their leader. Yu Lanchuan had been waiting in the elevator for twenty minutes at that time, and had finished reviewing the monthly report with his mobile phone. The person he was about to meet had not come back yet. It was a bit strange that he received Gan Qing's message and rushed over.

"What's wrong with you?" Yu Lanchuan saw at a glance that her face was wrong, and reached out to hold her elbow. Her elbows were hard and full of skin. She curled up and looked light and fluttering.

"Like a piece of paper." Yu Lanchuan suddenly thought in a daze.

Immediately, he threw away the inexplicable thought: "Where are you hurt? Is it Yan Hao?"

Gan Qing: "..."

No, it's chicken wings.

"It's okay," she waved her hand and gasped, "I'm a little out of breath... He's too good to run."

Yu Lanchuan: "What the hell is going on?"

Gan Qing said the matter in a few words, and finally asked weakly: "Are you famous and upright sects popular with freaks recently?"

Yu Lanchuan's ear moved and raised his eyebrows to look at her - What are the famous and upright sects like "you"?

"Go back first." Yu Lanchuan said quietly, "I will borrow some eyeliner from Uncle Yang."

Gan Qing's stomach was rolling around, and when she saw that the protest was effective, she stopped making trouble. She felt a little better. She was about to leave, but suddenly, she saw something in the tree pit on the side of the road. She walked over and picked it up and saw: "Doll? Plastic?"

Yan Hao, carrying a bag of scum, jumped out of the yard, hid in an unfinished building in a panic, and waited nervously for half a night. The very powerful man didn't chase after him. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, free up his hand, tie Nie Ke's hands and feet, and checked his torn bag with heartache.

Suddenly, Yan Hao froze, stared at him for a moment, and he panickedly poured all the things in his luggage to the ground, and flipped over one by one... Ayanami Ri disappeared!

Yan Ning's night was very short, as if the last bus had just sent the tired overtime passengers home, and the elderly who were walking their dogs and practicing mornings were about to go out. Before dawn, the breakfast sellers had turned on their own lights and were ready to welcome the first wave of guests. The owner of the pancake fruit stall stopped the cart, picked up the iron spoon, stirred it up in a bucket of sauce twice, turned on the fire and roasted hands, and saw several beggar-like people sticking something on the wall, so he picked up grease paper, picked up a few fried dough sticks and took them to the beggars: "Why are the brothers of the Beggars' Sect so early today?"

"The old gang leader dare not delay it." The beggars thanked him and took the fried dough sticks and swallowed them voraciously.

When the boss of the pancake fruit stall heard it, he knew it was a grudge from the world. He leaned over with his hands behind his back and saw a "lost and found" leaflet posted on the wall, with black and white photos of Ayaba Ri printed on it. The receiving address was the communication room of the No. 110 Courtyard, which stated obscurely, "For what you took, you will get the tickets overdue before dawn."

"Get a... baby? I can't understand." The boss of Pancake Fruit muttered in confusion, "The precious gang is becoming more and more fashionable."

In the courtyard No. 110, Old Yang also found it outrageous. He and Boss Jiang from the laundry together were over 150 years old, looking at each other and watching the plastic villain on the chessboard.

"Can it work?" Old Mr. Yang glanced at Yu Lanchuan, and still felt that he had a bad idea.

Mr. Yu held a cup of black tea bought from the store for 24 hours and typing the keyboard "crank" and was concentrating on his work the next day, so that he could make up for his sleep during lunch break, saying without raising his head: "Listen to me, don't worry. We have invested in similar projects, and the fandom of fans is more than you imagined."

Old Mr. Yang didn't understand, and looked at Yu Lanchuan's work with a little awe.

There were more and more rumors about Yan Hao. Boss Jiang was afraid that he would not be able to stand it, so he wanted to ask Uncle Yang to help him find something that would not be exposed. Uncle Yang went home and fought with his granddaughter for several days. Finally, President Yang let go and promised to give him a security position. Boss Jiang was very happy. Before he could tell Yan Hao, the kid left without saying goodbye.

"How old is you, you still play with dolls...ah!"

"This child is delayed by his mother," Boss Jiang sighed. "His grandma was saved by senior Yan in front of the hall when she was a child. She kept talking for a lifetime and affected the child. When Yan Hao's mother was young, she was quite unemployed and dreamed of being a hero every day. Because of this, she tried every means to marry Brother Yan... Fortunately, Brother Yan is a kind person. After getting married, the couple lived a good life, but it was not too early. After he left, there were orphans and widows in the family. Over the years, he relied on some friends from the Yan family to help him. Yan Hao's child was born a little confused. When he was a child, he always bullied him. Gradually, he was a little disliked. My younger brother and sister always felt that he was not a man and forced him to learn kung fu. He asked him to stand in a stance at the age of five or six. I've been there once, and the child cried while practicing."

Nowadays, few people practice boy skills, and contemporary martial arts focus more on strength and speed. If the master is too young, he will not teach you. On the one hand, he is afraid that hard skills will damage his muscles and bones, and on the other hand, he is afraid that if it is not the material and cannot practice the kung fu, it will delay the child's serious studies. Even Yu Lanchuan, a family-based scholar, was learned by Yu Huaide after he was ten years old.

Boss Jiang: "Look at how he is now, he has worked hard, but what else is there to cause trouble? What kind of thing does it take to gain a foothold in society in the future? The Yan branch in front of the hall is better to completely cut off the inheritance."

At this time, a gust of wind blew from the door, and with a "click", the two old men who were talking closed their mouths at the same time, like two agile old apes, snatched the door, and Yu Lanchuan raised his head.

Yan Hao, who was carrying Nie Ke, finally showed his face in the dew.

Nie Ke used his coat, and he had a leaky yellow sweater on his body, with a stubble that had not been shaved for several days on his face, and bloodshot eyes were avoiding Boss Jiang's sight. He lowered his head to look at his toes and reached out to Yu Lanchuan: "Give it back to me."

It was almost dawn, and a whistle was heard in the courtyard of No. 110. A group of people from the Beggars' Sect nearby showed up. Several people came over to hold Yan Hao down, and the rest quickly lifted Nie Ke.

A Beggars' Gang disciple carried two supermarket shopping bags and whispered to Mr. Yang: "Gang Master Yang, everything has been checked with the receipt."

"Go quickly!" Old Mr. Yang waved his hand, and the disciples of the Beggars' Gang carried Nie Ke to the eighth floor with a well-trained training, slipped the door and picked the lock, and unconsciously sent him to his own bed, untied the rope on Nie Ke's body, pulled out the bottle of wine from his own shopping bag, dripped a little into Nie Ke's mouth, spilled some on his body and clothes, emptying the bottle, creating the effect of a house full of alcohol, wiped the footprints, and fished out one after another.

In the communication room, Yu Lanchuan stood up, put away the computer, and took away Ayanami Ri.

Yan Hao hurriedly shouted: "Give it back to me!"

Yu Lanchuan looked at the plastic villain in his hand, threw it away and caught it, and sneered: "Let's talk about it when you calm down."

Yan Hao's life was thrown away by him, and he was stunned and was firmly held down by the disciples of the Beggars' Gang. Boss Jiang slapped Yan Hao's back a few times with a grudge, furious.

"But he is a scumbag, Uncle Jiang!" Yan Hao became familiar with Boss Jiang and spoke a little more easily. "His wife was driven crazy by him. I also saw him give money to a black-hearted doctor in a black clinic! There is a reason she wants to kill him!"

"So what!" Boss Jiang was furious, "That's the couple's business, and the honest officials kept doing housework!"

Yan Hao: "I..."

"Do you have evidence? The court and the police have to look at the evidence." Old Yang interrupted him gently in a tone, "Child, I know you are kind-hearted, but outsiders can't explain this kind of thing."

But...what about her? What should Xiang Xiaoman do?

How can this be done?
Chapter completed!