Chapter 200 What a Little Beauty

Zhao Yiming looked at the little beggar arguing with the waiter, and his heart was full of smiles. She used to particularly like reading Mr. Jin's books, but she still has fresh memories of that little beggar Huang Rong.

Unexpectedly, the little beggar in front of me is also a little beauty. Even if she's not a pretty girl, she might be a prostitute, and we can chat about it.

He laughed and said, "Don't argue with that little brother, waiter. Whatever he wants will be on my head."

The little beggar shook off the waiter and came to him in two steps. Looking at him with a smile on his face, he pinched his waist with both hands and said, "I know you very well. Whatever I do will be blamed on you."

Zhao Yiming spread his hands and said, "I think meeting my little brother is fate. Can't I make friends with you? If my little brother doesn't mind, how about sitting down and having a drink with me?"

The little beggar raised his head and said, "Just have a drink. Am I still afraid of you?" After saying that, he sat opposite him, picked up his chopsticks, and started eating by himself.

Zhao Yiming smiled and said: "There is a very famous story in my hometown. It is said that there was a silly boy who walked around the world for the first time and met a little beggar again.

This silly boy showed his heart to the little beggar, and finally moved the little beggar. The little beggar turned into a beautiful little beauty, and his father was one of the five most famous masters in the world.

This little beauty was devoted to that silly boy and tried her best to help him. In the end, this silly boy became the best player in the world and was respected by everyone.

But the happiest thing for this silly boy is getting married to that little beauty. Then the two of them stayed together and flew together, becoming the couple of the Condor Heroes that everyone in the world envied. "

The little beggar's face was covered with thick dirt, and there was no visible change in his expression, but a trace of panic clearly flashed through his clear and bright eyes.

Zhao Yiming laughed loudly, stretched out his hand and grabbed the little beggar's hand. He felt that this little hand was soft and boneless, and it was particularly delicate in the palm of his hand.

He wondered, could he really be so lucky to meet a smart little beauty like Ronger and stay with him for the rest of his life?

The little beggar struggled hard, retracted his hand, glared at him very dissatisfied and said, "I don't believe your story. If the little beggar is really a little beauty, how could he fall in love with that stupid boy?"

Zhao Yiming smiled and said: "Fate is so wonderful, you don't necessarily see the right person at the right time, and then sing the spark of love.

I saw that the little brother's eyes were clear and bright. I didn't know if the little brother was a little beauty. Although I was not a stupid boy, I was willing to sacrifice my liver and lungs for the little beauty. "

The little beggar smiled broadly and said, "What if the little beauty asks you to take out your heart?"

Zhao Yiming shrugged his shoulders and said: "If she is willing, it means she does not love me. If she loves me, she will feel the sincere feelings in my heart even if I don't have to show it."

The little beggar snorted from his nose and said: "You men are so hypocritical. You just talk about everything, but when you are really asked to do it, you will push back and hold back."

Zhao Yiming curled his lips and said: "What do we mean by men? Little brother, you are really not a man, then let me see if you are a little beauty."

As he spoke, he suddenly threw the wine in his hand out, right into the little beggar's face. He used a skillful technique that would not hurt the little beggar at all, but it washed away the dirt on her face. Eighty-eight.

The little beggar's reaction was also very quick. He blocked his face with his hands, then turned upside down and disappeared out of the door in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Yiming took a surprised look and only saw the lower half of the little beggar's face. The entire lower jaw was extremely smooth, the corners of the mouth were slightly upturned, and the skin was crystal clear and shiny. Just this lower half of the face was definitely above 90%.

In fact, this was not because he was impulsive, but because he felt that the situation between Guo Jing and Huang Rong could only happen in novels. This little beggar appeared in front of him at this time. If it was a coincidence, he would not believe it to death.

And he doesn't think that he has any bastard spirit. Those things like the tiger's body shaking, the younger brother bowing his head, and the beautiful woman crying and throwing herself into his arms are all nonsense.

The little beggar ran away all the way. He wiped his face with his hand and regained his charming face. His eyes were full of hatred. She had always been playing tricks on others since she was a child. This was the first time she was teased. Others were fooled.

She gritted her teeth and said, "You kid, please remember, if I don't take care of you, I won't be Zhou Xiyao, the eldest lady of the Fallen City and the little witch."

Zhao Yiming suddenly sneezed twice and said to himself: "One sneeze is thinking, two sneezes are scolding. I am provoking someone, and they are scolding me behind my back."

After he was full of wine and food, he threw the twenty-two gold tickets to the young man. Looking at the drunken donkey, he couldn't help but shook his head secretly. He thought that if he met his second brother again next time, he could let the donkey and his second brother Let's compete to see who can drink who.

The drunken donkey seemed very excited and ran quickly with him. Suddenly a woman in red flashed in front of him. The donkey couldn't stop for a moment and rushed towards the woman.

The woman in red was so frightened that she screamed and fell to the ground. But the donkey was also capable and actually flew directly over her.

Zhao Yiming angrily patted the donkey's head with his hand and said: "You think you are a rich second generation and you dare to drive a donkey on the road. What if you hit someone? If you don't obey, I will kill you and eat your meat."

The donkey snorted loudly and actually looked embarrassed in a humane manner. Zhao Yiming shook his head helplessly and walked towards the woman in red.

The woman was sitting on the road, her face covered with sweat. Zhao Yiming walked up to her and said, "You're fine, girl. I'm so sorry, my donkey drove drunk."

The woman said with a somewhat painful expression: "I'm fine with you, but my foot seems to be twisted and I can't stand up. I think I'll be fine if I rest for a while."

Zhao Yiming reached out and picked up the woman's right foot. He really didn't expect that this woman looked ordinary, but this foot was small and exquisite, and looked particularly good-looking.

He gently pinched the woman's ankle with his hand and secretly probed it with his true energy. There were indeed some bruises on the soft tissue inside, which seemed not to be a fake.

He rubbed it gently with his hands, and then injected another stream of true energy to repair the injured soft tissue, and then looked at the woman with an apologetic look.