No one was watching his cool posture. Who would be in the mood to see such a well-fed guy? Occasionally, a few ignorant little girls would stop and point. Of course, the most common thing they said was, "This guy is so handsome."
, and even took out his mobile phone to take pictures.
"Are you acting?" Meng Xiaoan walked up to Ning Cheng. Ning Cheng looked up and smiled, showing his white teeth. This man had handsome features, not the type of young boy with a detached temperament.
"I want to act in a play, but I can't find anyone." Ning Cheng picked up the mineral water next to the stool and took a sip, "Why are you here, Xiao An from the Long Gang?"
"I heard from Xihua that there are many beauties around here, especially at night, when one-night stands are the most popular. It seems that Xihua didn't lie to me. He has his eyes on some girl."
"I've been squatting here for more than two hours. Thanks to the sun not being so hot today, I didn't see a few attractive women. I'm surprised that none of these attractive women go out on the streets."
"It's not that it's not nothing. It's just that you are too picky. People like you, but you don't like others."
Ning Cheng said with a sigh: "Don't talk about that Miss Zhao in front of me. I feel sick when I look at her. She hangs out with men all day long and I forget my gender."
"Damn, who are you talking about?" Suddenly a female voice was heard. A girl with a ponytail strode towards Ning Cheng with a murderous look on her face. She had an oval face and slender eyebrows. Although her skin was slightly dark, it could not hide her appearance.
Beautiful in appearance and radiant in appearance, "Who has forgotten his gender?"
Ning Cheng called out "Mom" and Sayazi ran away.
The girl suddenly took a big step, grabbed Ning Cheng's sleeve, and pulled hard. Ning Cheng's nearly 140-pound body was pulled back by this frail girl.
"Who were you talking about just now? Say it again." Zhao Feiyan didn't put Ning Cheng in his eyes at all, "Say it, you are mute."
Ning Cheng looked at Meng Xiaoan with a pleading look on his face, and Meng Xiaoan shrugged his shoulders, indicating that he was helpless.
"Hey, let me go, stop messing around on the street, what a shame." Ning Cheng was really afraid that Zhao Feiyan was going to do something shocking.
"I'm just pulling and pulling. I'm your fiancée. I can't pull you away. I can't control whoever wants to look at you." Zhao Feiyan doesn't care about the streets. No one can stop her once her temper sets in.
This guy dares to say that she has forgotten her gender? Isn’t it just that her skin is a bit dark, how can she not be worthy of him?
"What are you looking at? I've never seen a young couple bickering." Zhao Feiyan glared at the passers-by who were watching the show.
"What are you looking at? I just looked at it." The tall man opened his mouth and said, smelling of alcohol, maybe a little too drunk.
Meng Xiaoan immediately stepped aside, causing harm to himself.
"I want you to watch enough." Zhao Feiyan suddenly stepped forward, pinched the man's wrist with lightning, and threw him over his shoulder beautifully. With a bang, the man's huge body suddenly fell to the ground.
"Who wants to see it?" Zhao Feiyan glared, and with a whoosh, not even the figure disappeared.
Ning Cheng is the King of Hell, what is the King of Hell afraid of? Sun Houhou, this Zhao Feiyan is Sun Houhou. He doesn’t dare to touch her. If he does, the old man will have to peel off his skin.
"Xiao'an, you have to save me, this bitch is crazy." Ning Cheng pulled Meng Xiaoan out to put out the fire.
Meng Xiaoan glanced at the man lying on the ground in pain. This Zhao Feiyan was really resolute. He wondered why the girls in Beijing were so violent.
"Who are you? Get out of the way." Zhao Feiyan regarded Meng Xiaoan as a passerby. She was originally in a good mood today. When she heard that Zicheng had just returned from Shanghai, she rushed over immediately. Unexpectedly, she heard him say bad things about herself. She became angry immediately.
If she comes, she will become black, and if she is black, she cannot marry.
"Xiao An, I'll get out of the way first and you block it. I'll treat you to dinner at Tianxiang Tower tonight." Ning Cheng thought it would be better to run away first. This girl can run faster than a rabbit.
"Do you know that guy?" Zhao Feiyan didn't catch up with him. He couldn't. Even if he did, what could she say?
"I know her." Meng Xiaoan looked at her for a few times. Yes, she has a standard figure and good looks. Except for her dark skin, she is a beauty and has potential for development. Why can't King Ning take a look at her?
, so damn evil.
Zhao Feiyan frowned when she saw this human-looking person looking at her figure unscrupulously, with her body bulging forward and back.
"Have you seen enough?" Zhao Feiyan sneered, "Have you not seen enough? Spend hundreds of yuan to go to the bar to watch pole dancing at night."
"Good figure, good taste, but a bit sharp-tongued. Zhao Feiyan really has the inheritance of Zhao Laohu." Meng Xiaoan's eyes were obviously ambiguous.
This guy actually said shamelessly: "Ning Yan Wang doesn't want you, why don't you consider me? There are just a few examples of men. One is like Ning Yan Wang, who is rich and powerful, and comes from a wealthy family. The other is poor and has nothing to eat, and has eaten the last meal."
I haven’t eaten yet. There is another type like me, who has a little money, drives a small car, does some small business, and lives a chic life. Do you think I can do it?”
Zhao Feiyan's temper comes and goes quickly. This person can tell his father's name when he opens his mouth. He is also a young man who hangs out with Ning Cheng. But she has her principles. Even if the other young man is a young man, let him go.
Ning Cheng also had to give him a lesson.
"No." Zhao Feiyan said two cold words without giving Meng Xiaoan face.
"Am I not as good as Ning Yan Wang?" Meng Xiaoan smacked his chin and said, "You see clearly, I am pretty decent looking, and I also have a little money. Although I am not as rich as him, you can still raise ten of them.
"
He knows his father and calls him "dad" directly. People who dare to call him that are all senior men older than him. Meng Xiaoan looks like he is only in his twenties, maybe a little younger. He is with Ning Cheng.
Naturally, he is also the young master. She has almost no good impression of the young master, except for that guy Ning Yanwang.
"What's your name?" Zhao Feiyan thought, thinking that no matter who Meng Xiaoan was, no matter how tough he was, he must be taught a lesson.
"Meng Xiaoan."
"I haven't heard of it." Zhao Feiyan really didn't hear this person's name. Suddenly she stepped forward and grabbed Meng Xiaoan's right wrist with her right hand. She turned around and gave a beautiful over-the-shoulder throw. It was not a throw.
, using four ounces of force to throw Meng Xiaoan's body away, without any extra effort in his movements.
Meng Xiaoan was really thrown out, but instead of landing on his back, he landed on his feet. He stood like a wooden stake three meters away from Zhao Feiyan, smiling calmly: "This move should be used in field battles."
Only special forces use it, who did you learn it from?"
Zhao Feiyan really learned this move from someone in the army, but she didn't expect Meng Xiaoan to see through it at a glance. Could it be that he was from the army?
Zhao Feiyan sneered first, and then said something that made Meng Xiaoan sweat: "Damn it, you know how to bully me, a girl, and you're a man, just give me a hand and a kick."
Meng Xiaoan was so shocked that his jaw dropped. This girl is so interesting.
Meng Xiaoan's evil eyes lingered on Zhao Feiyan's protruding figure for a few seconds, then he blew a cheerful whistle and said: "Okay, I'll give you one hand and one foot. If you lose, I'll give you your
Tell me your measurements."
"I'm afraid you won't succeed." Zhao Feiyan has such a temper that she doesn't care about public places. Her thin and delicate body bursts out with the strength of a tiger descending from the mountain. Meng Xiao'an smiled a little weirdly: "Aren't you going to eat me with this move?
I didn’t take a shower, I’m afraid I’ll stink you up, your eyes are on fire.”
"Bah." Zhao Feiyan grabbed Meng Xiaoan's chest with a flying kick. She had anticipated all Meng Xiaoan's retreat or dodge movements, so she was very sure to knock this shameless guy down, hard.
"You are such a hot and energetic person. King Ning Yan is short-sighted. Why don't I want you anymore?"
As soon as the words fell, Meng Xiaoan's right hand, like an antelope hanging its horns, accurately grasped Zhao Feiyan's ankle. For a moment when Zhao Feiyan was stunned, Meng Xiaoan ghostly appeared in front of her, with lightning speed.
, his left hand held Zhao Feiyan's small waist, and his right hand held her hand. His figure suddenly stepped back. Zhao Feiyan was stuck by a strange force, and his body also moved back. Meng Xiaoan's right hand moved
Turn, Zhao Feiyan turns around in one and a half directions.
It looks like a gorgeous tango dance.
"Thank you, Miss Zhao, your dancing is beautiful." Meng Xiao'an praised her like a gentleman.
"Meng Xiaoan." Zhao Feiyan, who had been tricked, waited for Meng Xiaoan with a smile on his face for more than ten seconds. Then Meng Xiaoan saw an incredible scene, and Zhao Feiyan's eyes actually turned red.
"I'm kidding you." Meng Xiaoan felt a tightness in her chest. No, this girl cried when she couldn't beat her. She couldn't afford to play like this? How old is she? She cried whenever she wanted to.
"I hate you." Zhao Feiyan spit out three cold words.
"You don't want me to hate me, and you can't hate me." Meng Xiaoan looked like I was admitting my mistake. "It wasn't a good time just now. You cried whenever you asked me to cry."
"I'm a girl, I can cry when I want to, laugh when I want to, you can't control it." Tears flowed from the corners of Zhao Feiyan's eyes. She wiped away the tears, her eyes were red, as if she and Meng Xiaoan had a life-and-death relationship.
hatred.
"I'm afraid of you. Don't cry. I can't apologize. If you cry again, I'll really call you aunt."
"Give me a tissue." Zhao Feiyan stretched out her hand in front of Meng Xiaoan.
"Aren't you? You're a girl who doesn't have tissues, yet you ask me for them." Meng Xiaoan took out a pack of tissues from his trouser pocket and handed it to Zhao Feiyan.
The situation changes suddenly.
A hint of a conspiracy-successful smile flashed across Zhao Feiyan's lips, and suddenly she held Meng Xiaoan's wrist tightly with both hands. This time, she really threw her over her shoulder.
There was no bang as expected.
Meng Xiaoan's hands supported the ground when he landed. His hands were slightly bent, and his body suddenly jumped up. He landed on the ground with his right foot first, and stood in front of Zhao Feiyan. He handed the tissue to her, with a slight smile in his eyes: "Okay.
I'm done, I'm angry too, don't cry, you're crying like this, no wonder Ning Yan starts running when he sees you."
Zhao Feiyan was stunned. Meng Xiaoan's martial arts skills were beyond her imagination. She was confident that she could defeat three special forces, but she couldn't tell the depth of Meng Xiaoan.
"If he runs to the ends of the earth, I will chase him to the ends of the earth. If he goes to hell, I will follow him." Zhao Feiyan said with stubborn eyes and a firm tone.
Even if Ning Cheng doesn't want to see her or hates her, she won't turn around and leave, because she knows that as soon as she turns around, Ning Cheng will be erased from her memory.
Meng Xiaoan remained calm, with a charming smile on his face: "I have seen many girls chasing after men, and you are the most manly one I have ever seen. I really wonder why you like him so much?"
Zhao Feiyan seems to hate Meng Xiaoan less.
"You don't understand." Zhao Feiyan said softly, her expression filled with deep tenderness.
"I don't understand?"
Meng Xiaoan touched his nose and smiled bitterly: "Maybe." He was deeply self-deprecating.
"I just like him, and I don't know why. Even if he is a poor boy with missing arms and legs, I like him. Once I like him, I like him." Zhao Feiyan's eyes were filled with deep affection and deep sadness.
"He has no shortage of arms and legs, and he is not a poor boy. He is Ning Cheng, the King of Hell in Beijing." Meng Xiaoan put his hands behind his head and swayed away.
Zhao Feiyan followed and asked: "Meng Xiaoan, have you ever liked anyone else?"
Meng Xiaoan turned his head and said as he walked without answering her question: "How old are you?"
"16."
A second later, Meng Xiaoan burst into laughter. Ning Cheng, an old man, eats young grass, seduces underage boys, and is a lolita control?
"Each generation is becoming more and more coquettish." Meng Xiaoan could only sigh, "The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead."
"I seem to be older than you, but I just like men who are older than me." Zhao Feiyan said with a blush on her face. She wished that everyone knew about it, and it seemed that everyone in her circle also knew about it.
"You are 16 this year, and the old man should be 27. He is 11 years older. Aren't you afraid that he won't be able to satisfy you when he gets older?" Meng Xiaoan seemed to be concerned about Zhao Feiyan's sexual life.
"You don't need to worry about it." Zhao Feiyan's ears felt hot. If Meng Xiaoan knew that this little girl had never kissed her for the first time and had never watched adult movies, her jaw would probably drop.
"If you treat me to a meal, I can help you put in a good word in front of Ningniao. Maybe he will like you."
"Really?" Zhao Feiyan's face was filled with joy and her eyes were bright.
"Natural." It's so easy to deceive. Love is really a drug. Once you get involved, there are only two possibilities for relief: either you will destroy yourself or you will die together.
"Then I have to find a place." Meng Xiao'an smiled evilly, "Don't be reluctant to part with it."
Zhao Feiyan said proudly: "As long as there is this place, even if it is Zhongnanhai, I can take you there."