School advertising training classroom.

"Wang Qiang, how did you deliver that bouquet of flowers? Did you deliver it?"

Xia Yu's face turned red as if it was about to explode, and she questioned the person in front of her.

That's right, it's the kid who sent the flowers.

"Master, what kind of things have I not done swiftly and efficiently in the things you asked me to do?"

Wang Qiang looked a little aggrieved and looked up at Xia Yu, "I did put the flowers on Wang Yarong's table."

"Why the hell did that bumpkin send it to me?"

Xia Yu was a little angry and kicked a model next to him away. He actually believed in the man in front of him. After all, he was the son of the housekeeper in the family, but he still couldn't accept the reality.

"Well..." Wang Qiang rubbed his head and thought for a moment, "That boy doesn't look like a cool thing to me. He kept asking me questions when I gave him flowers. I guess it was him.

The card you wrote is hidden."

Xia Yu took a deep breath, but her expression was still ugly: "This kid is tired of living."

He then said: "Wang Qiang, where are Ergou and Dabazi? Why didn't you come to class? Why didn't you turn off your phone when making phone calls? These people are all losers. I told you last night that I would deal with that kid. Today is a good day.

Not a soul can be seen."

Wang Qiang quickly took out his mobile phone and dialed a few numbers. It seemed as if he couldn't get through. He said to Xia Yu: "Master, I see that these gangsters in the school are not very good. Why don't we let our family

Here comes the bodyguard."

An unnatural smile appeared on Xia Yu's lips, "Now is not the time, I want to see how powerful this kid is."

He glanced around the window and whispered: "Don't let anyone know about the affairs of our Xia family."

Wang Qiang also lowered his voice and said: "I know this, the young master, the old shopkeeper and my father have all explained it."

Xia Yu nodded, "Have you found out everything about Wang Yarong's family?"

Wang Qiang was very vigilant and glanced around the windows. He lowered his head and started talking to Xia Yu. His voice became lower and lower, and in the end Shenma couldn't hear it anymore.

In the woods outside the school.

Ergou and Dabazi were smoking cigarettes together.

"What do you think we should do? I told you that I wanted to report to Brother Yu, but you just refused to let me do it... How about now?"

Ergou regained his intuition after a night's rest, and kept walking around on the ground, looking restless.

He messed up what Xia Yu told him, can he feel at ease?

Dabazi took a long puff of cigarette, "If Brother Yu knows that we won't be scolded to death, that damn turtle Wang Qiang will nag us to death. Ma De..." He took a puff of smoke and didn't know what to do?

"Even if we don't tell him, if Brother Yu sees that kid still alive and kicking in school, we'll just wait to die. Damn it."

The two dogs kept scratching their heads.

"No matter what, let's find someone to deal with that kid first." Da Bazi made up his mind, threw the cigarette butt to the ground and stepped on it hard.

Ergou breathed too hard and coughed, "Ahem, can the person you are looking for do it? Is it reliable?"

"Why don't you believe me?" Dabazi slapped his thigh and shouted loudly: "Let me tell you first, these people are very powerful in Dong opera, and not ordinary people can resist them."

Ergou curled his lips, really didn't know what to say.

At this point, we had no choice but to bite the bullet and said, "Well, if we can deal with him, we can regain our face, and we can have an explanation in front of Brother Yu."

"Brother Bazi..." A man shouted from a long way away, running over with a mobile phone in his hand.

The big bus jumped out in a panic, "How's it going? Is it done? When will we send someone over?"

Ergou and the others instantly became energetic.

The man swallowed and said, "Can't come?"

"What?" Dabazi didn't understand what would happen. "Why can't I come? What's going on?"

"Well, let me take a breath." The man was breathing heavily, like a cow pulling several tons. "They are all in trouble and are lying in the hospital."

"Holy crap!" Dabazi jumped up completely. "Are you doing knitting in the hospital?"

Ergou couldn't help but ask, "Who is it? So mysterious."

Dabazi originally wanted to charge a bull in front of them, but now? There is a danger of losing the chain.

"I was beaten last night, and I can't move now in the hospital." The man continued.

Dabazi's eyes were as wide as cow's eggs, "They are the fourth young masters of Ziyun. They are so awesome in Ziyun Street. They are the only ones who beat others. Who else dares to touch them?"

The man finally calmed down and said, "Really!"

What?

Fourth Young Master Ziyun?

Ergou and the group of people behind him barked.

Although the Fourth Young Master Ziyun is not a great figure, he still has a certain status among the young people.

Dabazi still couldn't believe it and asked, "Who hit him?"

"One Piece..."

"I'll go, I'm still an Ultraman." Dabazi slapped him on the head.

The man covered his head and jumped away, "Really, it's a man wearing a One Piece mask!"

Dabazi is now disheartened and disappointed.

Ergou and the others also seemed to have died, and their last hope was gone.

If you want to take revenge, it seems you have to let Xia Yu know.

It’s really hard to predict who it is.

Xiao Mo was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth all morning, this was really pie in the sky.

This shows how much God cares for him.

Time flies so fast. As soon as I open and close my eyes, it’s the last theoretical class in the afternoon.

Just after school, Xia Yu called Wang Yarong out.

Xiao Moban raised his head and looked at Xia Yu outside, suddenly feeling very sorry for him.

"Hey, buddy, I heard that you sent flowers to Wang Yarong today?"

Wang Qiang walked to Xiaomo's seat alone.

Xiaomo blinked and glanced at the person in front of him.

I'll go and send flowers to the children's shoes in the morning!

The person who came here is not kind.

Xiao Mo looked confused and said, "Ang, yes."

"Then do you know who I am?"

Wang Qiang pointed at his face.

Xiao Mo still riddled, "We haven't met before, have we? If we have, it was probably at night, so I really have no memory."

Wang Qiang snorted, knowing that Xiao Mo was playing psychological tactics with him.

Although most people guessed that it was Xiaomo who did it, they didn't dare to ask questions because of the rain.

He changed his tone and said, "Xia Yu, our Brother Yu, is planning to celebrate Wang Yarong's birthday tonight. The hotel is ready." He took out a piece of paper after sending him away, "Don't you express your gratitude?"

Xiaomo took a piece of paper and wrote who he saw on it, and how much he took as a gift.

He still pretended not to understand "What is this for?"
Chapter completed!