A Ding did not lie. His motorcycle parked next to a high-end club called Qing Yu Ling. Nangong Minglu and Rong Yanwei followed A Ding into the martial arts club on the sixth floor.
After waiting for a while, I saw A Ding, who had changed into practice clothes, entering the practice room with a young man with dyed blond hair.
Nangong Minglu hid in the corner and looked out through the glass. After just a while, she couldn't stand it anymore.
After A Ding and that yellow-haired man fought against each other, A Ding spent most of his time dodging and parrying, and when he retaliated, he just clicked.
But that Huang Mao'er looked very impressive. Every move he made was a venting style. When he hit A Ding, A Ding always showed pain.
Nangong Minglu felt blood rushing to her head, and without caring about anything, she ran over, kicked open the door and rushed in.
A Ding and the yellow-haired boy were startled by the loud knock on the door and separated from each other. They both looked towards the door. Nangong Minglu rushed to A Ding and asked him angrily and loudly: "A Ding, what are you doing?"
"Xiao Lu, why are you here?" A Ding's expression was both surprised and a little embarrassed.
"Answer me first, what are you doing?" Nangong Minglu was very angry!
"I'm working! Xiaolu, you go home first, and I'll explain to you in the evening." A Ding persuaded in a soft voice.
"Work?" Nangong Ming was trembling with anger, pointing at the tip of the yellow-haired man's nose and said, "This is the job you're looking for? Can't you see that that bastard is using you as a punching bag?"
Huang Mao'er, who was already unhappy, suddenly turned his back when he saw Nangong Minglu pointing at his nose and calling him a bastard, "Hey, who are you calling a bastard? If you have the ability, don't let him be the coach here. You know
I don’t know what a ‘coach’ is? At best, it’s a ‘coach’, but at worst, it’s just a human sandbag, ‘asking’ others to ‘practice’, do you understand?”
Nangong Minglu glanced at Huang Mao'er. He was wearing a brand-name training suit, with fine skin and tender flesh, and looked like a pampered young man. Nangong Minglu didn't look at him seriously, and said disdainfully: "Who are you calling a human sandbag? You can do it if you have the ability.
Be serious with A Ding and go home to nurse if you don’t have the ability! Do you know what a ‘bastard’ is? People like you who haven’t been weaned yet but want to come out and pretend to be uncle are complete bastards!”
Huang Mao'er blushed and had a thick neck after being squeezed by Nangong Minglu, "You stinky girl, I just used him as a sandbag to beat him, what's wrong? I paid the money, and even if I let him lie on the ground and ride on me as a horse, he has to listen.
!What's wrong? If you are wise, get out of here and don't waste your precious time."
"Master Sun, calm down, what's going on?" Qing Yuling's manager got the news that there was a dispute here, so he hurried in and asked Huang Mao'er with a smile on his face.
"Manager Qian, do you still want to do business? Where did such a wild girl come here to dictate?" Huang Maoer pretended that if I have money, I am the uncle.
"A Ding, what did you do? Do you still want to do it?" Manager Qian turned around, and the smiling face that had just nodded and bowed immediately turned into a scolding and sad face.
"We don't want to do this anymore. Put away your ungrateful behavior, or be careful that the Lord of Hell treats you as his grandson and takes you in!" Before A Ding could speak, Nangong Minglu made fun of him in a roundabout way, looking down on him.
