Chapter 912 Can't Know Martial Arts and Know Six Skills
"Thank you, Sister Wan'er. You are much happier than me. My brother-in-law loves people. Now that Emperor Ye's nephew is back with me, the good times are still to come. [*]" After hearing what Luo Wan'er said, she stood there
Ximen Qiuxin, who was beside Nangong Huangtian, nodded gently and replied with a hint of shyness.
"Haha, men are afraid of getting into the wrong profession, and women are afraid of marrying the wrong man. As long as we women find a down-to-earth man in our lives, that will be the greatest happiness. Fortunately, we all have good tastes."
"That's what Sister Wan'er said."
After getting off the car, Luo Waner started chatting with Ximen Qiuxin.
Next to them, Nangong Huangtian and Ye Huang were a little surprised when they saw this scene, and they could only stand aside and smile bitterly.
"Your mother seems to be very eloquent." Looking at his prospective son-in-law, Nangong Huangtian smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"A woman is born with a mouth, and my mother is no exception. Besides, isn't Aunt Qiuxin the same?" Ye Huang rolled his eyes at his father-in-law, and showed no intention of respecting his elders.
"How is your student doing? Is the matter resolved?"
"It's solved. I also want to thank Grandpa Nangong for lending me the plane."
"They are all family members. Why are you talking about this? From now on, you can just call the flight attendant anytime you want. I have already given instructions."
"Then thank you Uncle Nangong."
"Look, we're seeing each other again. Just be nicer to my daughter from now on. Don't favor one over the other. Your Grandpa Nangong told you, right?"
"Uh... I mentioned some."
"Well! Then you can take care of yourself. If there are too many women, the pressure will be greater. Pay attention to replenishing your body." After saying that, Nangong Huangtian patted Ye Huang on the shoulder and followed Ximen Qiuxin who was already walking towards the courtyard.
He and Luo Wan'er chased after him.
Here, Ye Huang was a little depressed by his father-in-law's words.
"I am practicing ancient martial arts. Even if I kill a man ten times in a night, he will never be defeated by a golden gun. Why do I listen to the old guy and look like a silver gun with a wax head?"
"Damn! This old guy programmed me!"
Cursing in his heart, Ye Huang immediately followed.
Taking a few steps forward, Ye Huang caught up with Qingyin who was following behind, took his hand and said softly.
"Have you missed me these days?"
Being looked at by Ye Huang's naked eyes, Nangong Qingyin couldn't bear it no matter how thick-skinned she was. She lowered her head and water oozed from her face.
"If you don't agree, you are acquiescing. My husband misses you very much."
"You're lying. I've heard it from Sister Yue'er and the others. You've been busy these days. How can you think about others?"
Seeing Ye Huang's lies, Nangong Qingyin directly exposed his lies.
What Nangong Qingyin said made Ye Huang feel embarrassed and said, "Why are girls so hard to deceive nowadays? Didn't you believe whatever you said before?"
"Um, Qingyin, as a woman, it's better... the silly ones are better behaved."
"If you're not stupid, you're not good either. It depends on you." Nangong Qingyin twisted her little nose and turned her lips towards Ye Huang like a baby and walked away.
As a result, Ye Huang stood there and felt ashamed, not knowing where he had gone wrong.
"Brother-in-law, will you teach me martial arts?"
Before Ye Huang could figure out what was going on, Nangong Che pulled Ye Huang's clothes from behind and shouted.
Ever since the last time we were in KTV, Ye Huang had a conflict with this boy. This boy regarded Ye Huang as a martial arts master, and he used it to show off in school in the past few months.
My brother-in-law is a hero, my brother-in-law is a martial arts master, and I will also be a martial arts master in the future.
It's just that Nangong Che, who usually has a poor reputation, was regarded as a braggart and was despised by many people, especially the beauties in the school who ignored him.
This made the young prince Nangong Che very depressed, thinking that he must let his brother-in-law ask him to practice martial arts.
It's a pity that my brother-in-law knows the art of invisibility. Since that time, I haven't seen many shadows, I can't find anyone, and I still haven't learned the art of invisibility.
"Martial arts? I know the six martial arts, do you want to learn them?"
Not in the mood to talk to this kid, Ye Huang directly said jokingly.
"Are the six skills more powerful than martial arts?"
"It's awesome, why isn't it awesome?"
"Then can you teach me?"
"You haven't mastered martial arts yet, but you want to learn the Six Kung Fu. You want to run even if you can't walk. It's the Great Leap Forward."
"Then you teach me martial arts."
"Don't your grandpa know it? Let him teach you."
"Tch, grandpa's martial arts are so weak that he can't fly over walls. I won't learn from him. Besides, his martial arts are not as powerful as yours."
"According to you, flying over roofs and walls is considered a good skill?"
"Yeah! That's what you call handsome." Nangong Che nodded heavily with a yearning look on his face.
"Idiot, didn't my brother-in-law tell you last time? Masters have jumped over walls and fallen to their death. The higher they fly, the harder they fall?" After knocking Nangong Che's head, Ye Huang said in a confused voice.
Anyway, there is nothing going on now, and Emperor Ye is happy to make jokes with this kid.
"Hey, that's no problem. I'll just ask my dad to get me a flying suit. It's just like the ones worn by the people in Transformers. I'm sure I won't die if I fall." Nangong Che replied proudly.
"I can't fall to death, and I can't fall out of you!"
After hearing what this boy said, Emperor Ye cursed in his heart.
You must know that the gadgets in Transformers are completely made of special effects. It is difficult to land with a parachute from a height of several hundred meters, let alone those pieces of tattered plastic sheets.
Speaking of which, Nangong Che can be considered a very bright-minded boy. He has good family genes and is naturally not stupid.
Unfortunately, everyone at home is busy with other things and seldom cares about him.
As a result, this kid is now twelve years old. When he went to elementary school, he could barely even recognize the Chinese pinyin. Tang poetry and Song lyrics were even changed beyond recognition by this kid.
Last time, when Qingyin was staying in the villa, she almost made Ye Huang laugh at him while he was eating when he talked about his little brother.
The teacher asked the students to write a short essay of 200 words. As soon as this boy's essay was published, Qingyin was directly called to the school for a parent-teacher meeting.
The title of the article is asking schools to hold parent-teacher conferences on Sundays.
This boy wrote a short article, and his seven aunts and eight aunts asked him to write it all in. The whole article can be summarized as follows: Grandpa, grandma, father, mother... uncle's niece and others came to my parent-teacher conference on Sunday.
Except for the first and last sentences in the entire article, there are seventy or eighty entries filled in about various relatives related to this boy. Other than that, there is no useful information.
As soon as Nangong Che's article came out, the teacher was immediately shocked. In the end, he had to give instructions: Since Nangong Che has many parents of children's shoes, please come to the next parent meeting on your own.~
