As he was having wonderful thoughts in his mind, Zhang Dafu didn't notice that Yan Yan across from him didn't move for a while.
He didn't react until his legs were sore, and just as he was about to speak, a black shadow carrying the wind came straight towards his face to greet him.
Zhang Dafu was fat, but his eyes were very good. When the black shadow approached, he could clearly see three words on it: Mao Liansheng
Huh? Isn’t Mao Liansheng good at shoes and hats?
Why are you here...
Ouch!
With a scream like a slaughtered pig, a thirty-six-size footprint appeared on his fat face.
Yan Yan directly stepped on Zhang Dafu's face.
This kick was a bit solid, and even the "Mao Liansheng" trademark on the soles of her shoes was clearly printed on Zhang Dafu's fat face.
Zhang Dafu was kicked to the ground and fell on his back. He didn't even have time to take back his raised foot, which was still hanging high in the air.
A pair of fat hands held his mouth and nose tightly, and blood couldn't stop pouring out from between his fat fingers.
When the people watching the excitement saw the blood, they were afraid of causing trouble for themselves, so they dispersed in a swarm.
When several of the boys saw Zhang Dafu being beaten with blood coming out of his mouth and nose, they rolled up their sleeves and came up to fight Yan Yan.
"Girl, go quickly, go quickly!"
When Deng Xiangbo saw what happened, he was frightened and regretted it. He kept pushing Yanyan and drove her away.
If he had known that things were such a big fuss, he would have compensated Zhang Dafu for the cart of beans.
Fortunately, now, this matter cannot be settled at all, and a kind-hearted girl has been involved for no reason.
However, Yan Yan easily took off his cloak, stuffed it into Deng Xiangbo's hand, and said with a smile: "Excuse me, old man, please help me look at my clothes. Wearing this will get in the way of fighting."
After saying that, he jumped up like a civet cat and jumped into the middle of the evil slaves.
Deng Xiangbo looked at the luxurious clothes in his hands, and then at Yan Yan who was surrounded by a group of evil slaves.
The old man murmured a little in his heart: Did this girl come here to start a fight on purpose?
Why do you look at her so excited?
He has never seen anyone's daughter love to fight.
What did you eat to raise this person?
Deng Xiangbo’s eyes were right, Yan Yan did it on purpose!
It's not that she likes to fight. She just passed by the crowd and saw this fat cat, and her hands were itchy.
Bi Cheng used to work in Haoyuan Building. Because of his upright temperament, he never gave any favors to Zhang Dafu, so he was run against by this fat cat everywhere.
Zhang Dafu was also very wicked. He bribed the garnishing chef to secretly mix moldy and rotten vegetable roots into Bi Cheng's garnishing dishes.
Because of this, Bi Cheng was sued by the guest officer and brought the matter to the chief steward, almost losing his livelihood.
Although he stayed after that, he lost three months' wages in vain.
Yan Yan is a very protective person.
Bi Cheng is her apprentice. She can bully herself. If others want to bully, they have to ask her if she is willing to be their master.
It doesn’t matter if you have been bullied before!
A group of boys look at those who are showing their teeth and claws, but they are actually paper tigers.
Although Yan Yan is a scumbag among the monks, he is a master of Tai Chi and Jiu Jitsu, and has a solid foundation of more than ten years. Dealing with these stupid boys is like a cat playing with a mouse.
She flexibly shuttled between the few people without making any moves. The mouths, noses, and eyes of the few followers were all covered in heavy colors in an instant.
Yan Yan was concentrating on dealing with the gangsters in front of her, but she didn't notice a man squatting behind the soybean truck.
This man was not Zhang Dafu's follower, but he was always behind the soybean cart, staring at Yan Yan unblinkingly.
Nothing else, men just covet that voluptuous body.
The man was jealous when he saw this body wrapped in a cloak just now. Now that he took off the cloak, his waist was shockingly thin, less than a man's palm wide, and as soft as willow silk.
When dealing with a few followers, they were still swaying around, which made the man feel hot all over and his palms were sweating.
Just as he was watching enthusiastically, the man noticed that Yan Yan kicked a boy away with his kick. He suddenly turned around and looked straight at him with her beautiful eyes.
The man was a little nervous. He couldn't stand the sight of those bright almond eyes, so he slowly walked out from behind the soybean truck, his eyes still looking dishonestly at Yan Yan's slender waist.
Several of the followers had already been picked up and scratched all over the ground.
What are you scratching? Look for your teeth in a pile of soybeans.
Yanyan looked at the man with a smile: "Have you seen enough?"
"...No" The man was quite honest.
But he didn't react until the words came out, as if it was wrong to say so.
Then he stood there with a red face, but his eyes were still glued to his waist.
Yanyan curled her lips, tiptoed, and a bean flew out quickly, hitting the bridge of the man's nose, causing blood to spurt out.
The man screamed and immediately covered his nose with his hands, finally looking away from his annoying eyes.
Yan Yan took the cloak from Deng Xiangbo's hand, draped it over his shoulders, looked down at the man squatting on the ground with his nose in his hands, and sneered: "Sister's waist is not a waist, it's Saburo's machete, don't let it go in vain!
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After saying that, he was too lazy to pay attention to these scum and told Deng Xiangbo: "Don't sell this cart of beans at the market. Take it directly to Bi Cheng's house and let him take it all and give you cash according to the price."
"Don't go out to the stall these days. Send all the food you have to Bi's house, and he will take it. Stay out of the limelight first, lest these people cause trouble for you."
Deng Xiangbo thanked him profusely and took several carts of vegetables that Yan Yan had bought back to Bi Cheng's house.
Yan Yan left, and the embarrassed followers pulled Zhang Dafu out of the pile of soybeans, who was covered in mud.
Zhang Dafu, with the "Mao Liansheng" on his face, cursed and asked the vendors in the vegetable market about Yan Yan's origins.
After she changed her appearance and went back out, no one recognized her.
Just when Zhang Dafu was annoyed that his inquiries were fruitless, a voice next to him asked solemnly: "I know, can I tell you if there is a silver reward?"
The person who spoke was the man who had been peeping just now and was kicked in the nose by Yan Yan with a bean.
As soon as the man finished speaking, a stamp was thrown at his feet: "Speak quickly!"
The man quickly grabbed the money in his hand and said, "I just heard the girl say that the old man who bought soybeans should send the cart of beans to Tiao Feng Alley."
"Tiao Feng Alley...just wait for me, I'm not done with that little girl!"
Zhang Dafu spat fiercely and left with a group of evil slaves with bruises and bruises.
Not far after he walked out, he heard a hysterical wail behind him.
Zhang Dafu turned around and saw the man who had just revealed Yan Yan's address to him, rolling around on the ground with his head in his hands.
There was nothing around him, but the man was screaming and begging for mercy.
Zhang Dafu was stunned.
Damn, is this a fool?
The man who was crying all over the floor for no reason seemed to others to be insane.
That's because others can't see what's next to him.
Only men can see it for real!
It looked like a cat, but had a pair of long ears like a rabbit, was as big as a half-sized dog, and had a pair of bright blue eyes...