Chapter 212

A dozen or so people, all of them, within five minutes, all fell to the ground and yelled.

Finally, he knew what Mu Yuansheng said before he left.

Meng Ying crossed her arms and stared at them with disdain, "Didn't you guys still go to the gym? Did you take any classes like Taekwondo and Sanda? Why... this?"

"Sister, we have beautiful fists and embroidered legs. How can we compare with you." Zhang Wei got up and sat against the wall, clutching his chest, panting, "So, you have to teach us."

"That's right. Sister, let's call you Sister anyway. If we are beaten when we go out in the future, we will lose face if we say that we are your little brother."

"That's right. If we know some real kung fu, if we encounter those things that want to trouble you again, we don't need you to take action."

"..."

Meng Ying glanced at them, "I can say everything one by one."

"Sister, you have to teach us."

"Okay. I'll teach." Meng Ying smiled so beautifully, "Then you have to be beaten."

Everyone looked at that smile and shivered.

...

At noon, a group of people with bruised noses and swollen faces followed behind the energetic Meng Ying. If you look at me and I look at you, there will be more facial injuries than anyone else.

Meng Ying said that beating people doesn't slap people in the face.

If you hit the face, it can only mean that you deserve it. Those who can't even protect their own face should be beaten.

Except for Zhang Wei and Zhou Yang, the others probably wouldn't recognize their parents.

Originally, Zhang Wei and his group had lost the lottery, and it was not appropriate to show off in the market again, but Meng Ying wanted to take them to Lan Meiliang's place for dinner.

All the young masters wished they could turn into ostriches and hide their heads.

Lan Meili watched these gangsters who were lawless in Yucheng fall into Meng Ying's hands and turned into obedient cubs, so she couldn't help but praise her.

Meng Ying glanced at him, "Lan is beautiful, why don't we have a discussion sometime?"

"Don't. My face can't be hurt."

Lanchen's face is indeed very pleasing to the eye.

Just like a painting, it has to be well protected and hung up to appreciate slowly, but it can't be damaged a little bit, which will destroy the beauty.

Meng Ying doesn't like this kind of weak-looking man, not to mention Lan Chen also has a seductive face, if she stands with him, her coquettishness will not be highlighted.

Mu Yuansheng was different.

At a glance, he is a man who is full of masculine charm and can make women feel safe.

The most important thing was the hormones emanating from his body, which really made her unable to extricate herself.

Otherwise, why did she have to pester him from the moment she saw him?

The man's abstinent temperament made her want to destroy it fiercely, eat him into her stomach, and turn him into a king who didn't want to go to court early.

"Don't worry. I don't want to hurt your face." Meng Ying drank coke gracefully, looked at the group of young masters who gathered together with a worn-out palette, and the more she looked, the happier she was.

Sure enough, it is the strong who can conquer people in the fastest time.

After all, people are afraid of being beaten.

Lanchen waited for her to eat dessert and drink coke before asking, "Where's your friend? Why didn't she come?"

"You miss her?"

"Don't make trouble." Lan Chen said, "I just want to make friends."

"People don't necessarily want to make friends with you."

Lan Chen couldn't help asking, "Who is she?"

Meng Ying chuckled, "Who is she, is none of your business?"

"I always feel that her eyes are a little familiar." Lan Chen often thinks of Qingcheng's face, but he can't find any overlapping points in his memory. But there is also a sense of familiarity, a very strange feeling.

"I also said that I didn't have any bad intentions. As our half-baked relationship, I can still remind you, don't provoke her. Maybe she will kill you someday." Meng Ying didn't seem to be joking at all. .