But Zhao Heng's gaze made them subconsciously hesitate as they approached their steps, and they were extremely cold! Because they were all fierce Taekwon students, they all felt at the same time that as long as they went further, they would be Zhao Heng's thunderous attack, which would be irresistible.

What kind of gaze is that?!

Deep and cold, as if the cold ghost fire was burning, people would feel fear of seeing the tragic scene of hell at first sight. After being scandaled by such eyes, all the boys who rushed over gradually cooled down from their restlessness, and at the same time, their courage was also cooled down. No one dared to act randomly.

In the silence, only the falling man's moan was particularly loud.

"Stop! Why are you making a fuss?"

When Zhao Heng held the dizzy Fatty Qiao, he saw Ding Lingling twisting her waist and walking over, her face as if someone had owed money. She pushed all her companions behind. I don’t know if they were angry about the failure of the iron or the anger that they were causing trouble, then he spoke to Du Ziyan: "Ziyan, sorry!"

"These are all rough people, don't bother with them!"

She went to pick up Park Dajie and whisper a few more words, then looked at Zhao Heng coldly: "Zhao Heng, don't be arrogant and arrogant. If I hadn't helped you settle the matter for Zi Yan's sake, you might have caused trouble again this time. Do you know who Park you knocked down?"

Qiao Yuncai sneered and said, "Is it related to the new president?"

The fat man turned his mind around the first female president's surname and made random guesses.

Ding Lingling snorted: "You guessed it! He is the president's far-fled nephew."

Qiao Yuncai disagreed and even slapped Zhao Heng:

"Pudajie is President Han's far nephew, and Dongfang Xiong is Heng Ge's uncle."

Ding Lingling was too lazy to talk nonsense to him, and the tone turned: "By the way, Ziyan, I have already convinced my brother. He promised to let Zhao Heng join the Taekwon Association, but he had to pay a thousand membership fee. I spent a lot of energy, including threatening him with my parents, so he was willing to make an exception and recruit one more person. You must not withdraw."

When Du Ziyan nodded gently, Zhao Heng suddenly spread his hands: "I have no money!"

Ding Lingling's face darkened and she almost slapped her.

Du Ziyan hurriedly said, "I'll help him with it."

Zhao Heng ignored Ding Lingling's ugly expression and smiled lightly at Du Ziyan: "Ziyan, don't pay the money for me! I won't go to Taekwon Club." Then he swept over Park Dajie who was slowly standing up and spitting out anger in his eyes: "Ding Lingling is all rough people, so I'd better not be with them."

Du Ziyan opened her mouth slightly, not understanding for a moment: "Ah? Are you not going?"

Zhao Heng exhaled a long breath: "I still like painting clubs."

Du Ziyan remembered Zhao Heng's words and gritted her teeth and said, "Then I won't go." Then she raised her head and said, "Lingling, the boxing club is not suitable for me, I'd better go to the painting club with Zhao Heng. I will call the third young master and apologize to him, and it won't make it difficult for you to do."

Ding Lingling's face was as ugly as it was, but she couldn't get angry with her best friend. She saw the cunning in Zhao Heng's eyes, so she pulled the latter to the side: "Ziyan, I'll say something to Zhao Heng." Then she whispered to Zhao Heng: "Bastard, will I help you pay for this thousand yuan?"

She suppressed her anger.

Zhao Heng smiled and said, "So generous?" Then he nodded: "Okay, you give me face so much, then I'll go to Taekwon Club." Zhao Heng knew that forcibly pulling Du Ziyan to draw society made Ziyan depressed, and he also wanted to see if there were any good seeds in Taekwon Club. After all, he wanted to start building a Huahai team.

Ding Lingling let go of Zhao Heng and whispered coldly: "People!"

"Give me one thousand yuan, and I will pay the membership fee myself at that time."

When the two walked back to Du Ziyan, Zhao Heng suddenly said something. He guessed that 90% of Ding Lingling's so-called membership fee was made up by himself, and he squeezed himself to vent his anger. Therefore, he exposes it without hesitation: "I will pay the membership fee in person, so as not to pay it by Mr. Ding San."

Zhao Heng hooked his finger to Ding Lingling: "One Thousand!"

Bastard, bastard!

Ding Lingling wanted to use her long legs to pin Zhao Heng to death. This guy was so insidious and cunning. He obviously wanted to squeeze out one thousand yuan on her. But in front of everyone, she faced this unclear problem, and was worried that Zhao Heng would go back on his word, so she had to take out her wallet and take out the banknotes:

"One thousand, I'll give it to you, remember to pay."

Zhao Heng ignored Ding Lingling's murderous gaze and naturally put a thousand yuan into his pocket. This is the style taught by Uncle Feng for many years. For irreconcilable enemies, he would have to be punished to death. Therefore, Zhao Heng patted his clothes and refused to answer, and then smiled at Du Ziyan: "Ziyan, join the boxing club."

"Don't cool down Sister Ding's efforts, and I will teach you a set of Wing Chun boxing at that time."

Zhao Heng smiled softly: "You will never fight and kill too much."

Du Ziyan was stunned at first, then smiled with relief and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you!"

After a series of things, the train encounters, the station hugs, and the long-distance running in the morning, especially the scene of walking on the back that day, which made each other feel warm and ambiguous. Their love is just the last layer of paper. As long as they are opened, the love of the ivory tower will happen unstoppably.

So although it has not been spread out now, the two of them are already very harmonious.

Ding Lingling had already smelled something, and she stopped talking as she watched the two of them say anything, but her depressed mood was clearly visible. She decided to go back and discuss with her brother that she should never maintain any cultivation and quality. She must take down Du Ziyan with a thunder attack, even if she takes some shameful measures and cook the rice into a cooked rice.

At the same time, the purpose of self-comfort today has been achieved.

Park Dajie also glared at Zhao Heng. Although he suffered a heavy blow from Zhao Heng, his whole body skeleton was like a disintegration, he thought that he had not stood firm and was taken advantage of by Zhao Heng. If he had a real sword and gun, he would definitely knock Zhao Heng down, so he stood up when Zhao Heng was about to turn around and leave:

"Zhao Heng, I want to challenge you. Do you dare to fight at Taekwon Club in three days?"

The other companions also shouted: "Do you dare to fight?"

Zhao Heng snorted coldly: "Do you?"

The next second, he turned his head away, disdaining to respond to Park Dajie's challenge.

Park Dajie wanted to rush forward but was stopped by Ding Lingling, so he could only stare at Zhao Heng with resentment.

A villa in Huahai, where Zhang Xiaolin, the Qing Gang lived.

A large middle-aged man leaned on a rocking chair, squinted his eyes and sunset slowly. He played with a bamboo leaf green with his left hand and pinched walnuts in the plate with his right hand. The walnuts with hard shells collapsed in his fingers, and the fragments dispersed little by little, falling on the ground and splashed everywhere.

Then he accurately stuffed the walnut kernels into Zhuyeqing's mouth. The latter also held the walnut at his mouth without hesitation, and then swallowed the things in. This bamboo leaf green is very beautiful, with a green body, yellow eyes, and a vertical line in pupils, which is a bit like a cat's eyes.

When the middle-aged man smiled, three people walked over from a distance.

Two men and one woman, one is Song Shijie, the female is Zhang Ningyan, and Feihu Brother.

"Uncle, what are you asking for us?"

Zhang Ningyan had charm and smile on her face. Looking at her relative with thousands of disciples, she was absolutely respectful to the latter. However, when she saw the grinning Zhu Yeqing, the corners of her mouth could not stop twitching, and Song Shijie didn't even move, for fear that Zhu Yeqing would jump up and bite her.

However, Brother Feihu looked calm and covered his broken hand without any fear.

"Boss Du asked someone to give me a post last night."

The middle-aged man stuffed the walnut kernel into the snake's mouth with a bang, as if he was not afraid to hold Zhu Yeqing to death: "He wants to reconcile the grudge between Zhao Heng and the Qing Gang, and his attitude is to use both soft and hard. It seems that the Du family has to ask me to sell my face, so I will invite you a few of you involved to see if you have any ideas about this matter."

"reconcile?"

Zhang Ningyan was angry: "How to reconcile? What can be reconciled?"

ps: I wish you all a Merry Christmas in advance!
Chapter completed!