His younger siblings always felt that he was not a man, so they forced him to learn Kung Fu and asked him to stand at the age of five or six. I went there once and the child cried while practicing."

Nowadays, not many people practice boy kung fu. Contemporary martial arts focus more on strength and speed. Masters do not teach children who are too young. First, they are afraid that the hard kung fu will damage their muscles and bones. Second, they are afraid that if they are not the right material, kung fu training will be difficult.

If you don't come out, you will delay your children's serious studies. Even Yu Lanchuan, who has a family background, has been pestering Yu Huaide to learn since he was a teenager.

Boss Jiang: "Look at him now, he has done some good work, but apart from causing trouble, what's the use? How will he rely on to gain a foothold in society in the future? It's better to completely cut off the inheritance of Tang Qianyan's branch."

At this time, there was a gust of wind blowing from the door, and with a "click", the two old men who were chatting shut their mouths at the same time. Like two agile old apes, they rushed to the door. Yu Lanchuan raised his head.

Yan Hao, who was carrying Nie Ke, finally showed his face despite the dew.

His coat was used to wrap Nie Ke, and he only had a leaky khaki sweater. He had stubble on his face that he hadn't shaved in a few days, and his eyes were bloodshot. He avoided Boss Jiang's gaze and lowered his head.

Looking at his toes, he stretched out his hand to Yu Lanchuan: "Give it back to me."

It was almost dawn. There was a whistle in No. 110 Courtyard, and a group of people from the nearby Beggar Clan showed up one after another. A few people came over and held down Yan Hao, while the rest quickly lifted Nie Ke.

A Beggar Clan disciple carried two supermarket shopping bags and whispered to Old Uncle Yang: "Gang Leader Yang, everything has been checked with the receipt."

"Go quickly!" Old Uncle Yang waved his hand, and the disciples of the Beggar Clan carried Nie Ke up to the eighth floor in a well-trained manner, slipped the door and picked the lock, and unknowingly sent him to his bed, putting Nie Ke on his back.

He untied the rope, took out a bottle of wine from his own shopping bag, dropped a little into Nie Ke's mouth, sprinkled some on his body and clothes, emptied the bottle, creating the effect of a room filled with the smell of alcohol, and wiped

With clean footprints, they filed out.

In the communication room, Yu Lanchuan stood up, put away the computer, and took away Ayanami Rei.

Yan Hao hurriedly shouted: "Give it back to me!"

Yu Lanchuan looked at the plastic figure in his hand, threw it up and caught it, and sneered: "Let's wait until you calm down."

Yan Hao's life was thrown around by him, and he was stunned. He was firmly held down by the disciples of the Beggar Clan. Boss Jiang slapped Yan Hao on the back several times and became furious.

"But he is a scumbag, Uncle Jiang!" Yan Hao got acquainted with Boss Jiang and spoke fluently, "His wife was driven crazy by him. I even saw him giving money to a black-hearted doctor from a black clinic! She

There is a reason to kill him!"

"So what!" Boss Jiang was furious, "That's a couple's business. Honest officials are always busy with housework!"

Yan Hao: "I..."

"Do you have evidence? The court and the police want to see the evidence." Uncle Yang interrupted him gently, "Son, I know you are well-intentioned, but it is difficult for outsiders to explain this kind of thing."

But...what about her? What should Xiang Xiaoman do?

How can you do this?
Chapter completed!