"What did you say?" Lin Ruobing frowned slightly and asked.
"I said ginger is still hotter than old? Wife! Is there a problem with this?" Ye Fan asked.
Lin Ruobing snorted and said, "Of course there is a problem! You are mocking my old age, right?"
"@@￥@%#......#......%￥&"
Suddenly, Ye Fan was speechless. His mouth was open for a long time and he couldn't say a word.
After a long time, he changed his words in confusion and said: "Wife, do you want me to say that ginger is better when it is young?"
"Yes! The ginger is still tender!"
Lin Ruobing nodded seriously.
When Ye Fan heard this, he almost vomited three liters of blood. I'll go! When did my wife become so naughty? Is she still the cold goddess before?
Cheating!
...
At the same time, on the other side.
"Angkor! How are you? Does it matter?"
At this time, the bodyguard helped Wu Zhiyang get into the car and asked with concern.
Wu Zhiyang covered his swollen head, grimacing for a while, with a painful expression on his face, "Young man, do you think it hurts if you try to fall down the stairs?"
"Brother Angkor, I...it was really an unintentional mistake! I just couldn't stand still, so I pushed you out!" The bodyguard explained with an embarrassed look on his face.
At this time, Wu Zhiyang seemed impatient, and hurriedly urged and cursed: "Don't explain here, wait until you get back to the martial arts gym, and I will slowly deal with you!"
"Okay...okay!"
The bodyguard looked submissive.
Then, he drove anxiously and took Wu Zhiyang back to the martial arts gym.
About half an hour later, Wu Zhiyang returned to the martial arts gym.
At this time, Master Huang saw his bruised nose and swollen face, and mistakenly thought that he had been taken care of by Ye Fan again, so he quickly asked: "Zhiyang! Where did the injury on your face come from? Was it caused by that kid?
"
When Wu Zhiyang mentioned the injury on his face, he was puzzled for a while, "Master, don't mention it! If a person is unlucky, he will have to squeeze cold water between his teeth!"
Master Huang looked puzzled and asked, "What's going on with you? Did that kid really hit you?"
"Master, I was not beaten, but rolled down the stairs..."
Wu Zhiyang recounted what happened in detail.
Hearing Wu Zhiyang's explanation, Master Huang was also very puzzled. Logically speaking, the bodyguard responsible for taking care of Wu Zhiyang was a martial arts practitioner and his foot should be very stable. However, he suddenly fell down. This was really strange.
So, he called the bodyguard and checked the other person's feet.
He found that there was a black mark on the bodyguard's foot, and the black mark was quite deep. It was probably that he had been hit by something.
At this time, Master Huang frowned and said coldly: "It seems that someone was plotting behind the scenes and injured the bodyguard, which caused the bodyguard to become unstable and fall to the ground!"
"Master Huang! I did feel like I was hit by something, and then I fell down..." the bodyguard recalled.
"That's right! You must have been plotted against someone at that time!" Master Huang said with certainty.
"Ah? Being plotted?" Wu Zhiyang was stunned for a moment, and then he seemed to think of something. He said angrily: "Master!! I know, it must be Ye Fan who attacked from behind!! That corner at that time