It is not difficult to tell from the conversation that Tang Guobin is quite afraid of Young Master Wei, who is called a mad dog. There are not many people in Jiangcheng who can make Young Master Tang say this.
Tang Guobin hesitated for a moment and said: "Qingzi, listen to my brother's advice and don't provoke this mad dog for the time being. You can kill him when your master comes back."
When Xu Qing heard this, he couldn't help but frown again. He naturally knew who the master Mr. Tang was talking about. Mr. Wang is now going to exchange for the Destined Inner Pill to break through the realm. It will take at least three to five years for him to come back.
Doesn’t that mean that even the day lilies are cold?
"Hey, hey, are you still listening?" Tang Guobin on the other end of the phone seemed a little anxious. Xu Qing gritted his teeth and said coldly: "Brother Tang, if that mad dog really dares to bite me, I don't need the master to come back to me.
You can also break his teeth." After saying that, he hung up the phone.
Xu Qing doesn't cause trouble, but he is never afraid of it. He doesn't want to spend time dealing with the truth about Han Xue being hit by a car, but since he has decided to let the couple live in his villa, he will never sit back and let them suffer any harm again. Pure man, let's talk about it.
If he spits out words and nails them, let him do what should come!
By the time Xu Qing returned to the ward after making the call, Mrs. Zeng had completed all the discharge procedures, and the hospital generously gave her a wheelchair, which is the one Han Xue is sitting on now.
The uncle and sister-in-law simply waited for Sister Zeng to pack her things and helped carry them into the elevator. They walked out of the hospital door and called two taxis. They took the mother and daughter directly to the door of the villa and paid for a taxi.
After paying the money, I took another car to a car dealership specializing in electric motorcycles.
Qin Bing specially chose a sky blue large electric motorcycle with a rain cover. The color was mainly so that Xu Qing would not look embarrassed when driving it to school in the future. It was equipped with a lock, helmet and other items, and he drove it directly after paying the money.
We drove to a stationery store and bought a beautiful and durable denim schoolbag for Xu Qing. It was already afternoon when we got home again.
When Xu Qing entered the house, he unexpectedly found Tang Guobin sitting on the sofa, looking at him with a smile but not a smile.
Xu Qing stepped forward, put the schoolbag on his shoulder, and said casually: "Tea or wine?"
Tang Guobin shook his head and said: "I don't even want to drink. I'm here to deliver the car. The Beetle is in the garage. Here are the keys and transfer procedures." After saying that, he picked up his handbag and took out the car keys and a few pieces of paper.
Place it on the coffee table in front of you.
Xu Qing narrowed his eyes and smiled and said: "Thank you, do you want me to treat you to a meal?" He understood that what Mr. Tang said about sending a car was just an excuse, and the real purpose of coming was probably for Han Xue's affairs.
Tang Guobin scratched the back of his head and whispered: "It's better to go to your room to talk about some things."
Xu Qing nodded and smiled, grabbed her schoolbag and went up to the second floor with Tang Guobin. When she opened the door, a smell of sweat came to her face. Tang Guobin couldn't help but frowned and said: "Your nanny is so incompetent, shame on me."
The clothes on the floor were not taken out for washing."
The sweat-soaked clothes from last night were still lying on the floor, so it was no wonder that there was a smell. But this cannot be blamed on Aunt Zeng. She is probably busy taking care of her daughter now, which is understandable.
Xu Qing smiled disapprovingly and said: "It's normal for a man's room to smell a little. If it's too clean, I'd suspect he's in the wrong room!"
"Haha! Your moral character is the same as mine." Tang Guobin pulled up a chair and sat down. He took out a pack of cigarettes and handed one to Xu Qing.
Xu Qing took the cigarette and sat on the bed. He put the cigarette butt on his fingernails and paused for a few times. He said, "Brother Tang, just tell me what you have to say. Anyway, Han Xue is already living in my house now. Why does the person named Wei want to cause trouble?"
It’s up to him to go.”
Tang Guobin put away his joke and said seriously: "The guy named Wei is just an idiot, but he is in charge of the public security area. He is a drunk, lustful and wealthy man, but anyone who wants to live on the ground in Jiangcheng will do it."
Give him some respect, especially in the catering and entertainment industry, it is not difficult to pick out some bones from the eggs."
Xu Qing thanked Tang Guobin for his kind reminder, but it didn't mean that he would give up his principles because of this resistance. He had a lot of blood flowing in his bones. He couldn't do the prawns, let alone the soft-footed shrimps.
"Brother Tang, I appreciate your kindness, but if Wei really dares to make trouble, I won't hide away. We are men with murderous intent in our pants." Xu Qing's eyes flashed, and he reached out and grabbed a blue stone on the bedside.
He secretly moved the Zhengyang Gong to the palm of his hand, and when he exerted force with his five fingers, he heard a cracking sound, and the object immediately shattered into a pile of irregular stones.
Tang Guobin stared dumbfounded at the gravel falling from his palms, his eyes full of envy. A few days ago, the boy who only knew how to fight hard had actually developed such a strong skill. He was so envious that he even felt a little jealous.
Xu Qing patted the stone powder on his hand and sighed: "Oh! This is Zhengyang Gong. It's a pity that you did it too early, otherwise I would have taught you!"
Tang Guobin suddenly came back to his senses, shook his head with regret and sighed: "Oh! What a Zhengyang Gong, but it's a pity that we don't have this fate. If I had known that I was so powerful, I would be willing to become a Chinese to hold back my semen!"
Xu Qing knew that Tang Guobin was a typical martial arts idiot. Seeing his remorseful look, Xu Qing couldn't bear it, and comforted him: "Brother Tang, if you can't practice Zhengyang Gong, maybe there is something like the Sunflower Book that can help you. I'll help you when the master comes back."
You ask?"
Tang Guobin nodded subconsciously and said: "Okay, this is the only way." Suddenly he remembered that there was something wrong in what this boy said just now, and he glared and pretended to be angry: "You are just practicing the Sunflower Book!"
Xu Qing stuck out his tongue and said proudly: "What, the bones of Wei's surname are not harder than this stone, right?"
Tang Guobin curled his lips disapprovingly and said, "Just because your hands are tender, how can you be faster than this?" After saying that, he stretched out two fingers to make a sign, and tapped Xu Qing's eyebrows lightly.
Xu Qing's expression froze, and the prototype of a pistol emerged in his mind. If the opponent really used a firearm, no matter how powerful the Zhengyang Gong was, it would be in vain. No matter how powerful the martial arts was, it would be useless in front of the powerful firearms.
Tang Guobin enjoyed seeing Xu Qing's deflated appearance. He lit a cigarette and took two puffs, and said slowly: "But you are lucky, there is someone who can help you, and the days of the mad dog surnamed Wei being arrogant are over.
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The first thing Xu Qing thought of was naturally Wang Tiangang, but even if Tang Guobin had a way to contact him, at his age, could he be faster than a bullet?
Tang Guobin seemed to have noticed Xu Qing's concerns, and deliberately stepped aside and said, "Is this how you treat guests? Why don't you pour me a glass of cold water and bring it over to moisten your throat?"