"Honey! As the saying goes, a wise man will make a mistake after thinking a lot. I am indeed a master, but masters also make mistakes sometimes. You can't doubt the ability of a master!"
Ye Zihao corrected himself and said.
"You are so majestic, but it's a pity that your reputation was ruined in one day!"
Yang Ruobing said calmly with a calm expression.
"Then, Queen Mother, can you give me a chance to prove myself again? I will never let you down."
Ye Zihao patted his chest and said in assurance.
"No need!"
Yang Ruobing smiled indifferently, then ignored Ye Zihao and walked down the stage.
"..."
His wife was so cold and charming that Ye Zihao's forehead suddenly turned black and he almost died of suffocation.
…
A few minutes later!
In the table tennis competition, it was Fatty and the others who won the championship.
Even the fat man found this incredible.
Ye Zihao teased and said: "Fat man! It seems that the spark of love has been sparked between you two."
"No!"
"have!"
Fatty and Zhang Ruonan responded in unison, but the contents of their responses were completely different.
"Damn fat man! Do you dare to say another word?"
In an instant, Zhang Ruonan became angry and saw her twisting the fat man's ears and questioning her.
"Yes...yes!"
The fat man quickly begged for mercy.
"What's there?"
Zhang Ruonan asked and said.
"There is... there is a spark of love!"
The fat man confessed in a very shameless manner.
"That's about it!"
Zhang Ruonan let go of his hand, and then hugged the fat man's arm very sweetly, looking so sweet like a happy little couple.
"..."
The fat man suddenly became speechless.
Even Ye Zihao saw the fat man's resentful eyes.
"hey-hey!"
Ye Zihao didn't say anything more, but smiled.
…
Soon, they continued shopping.
However, halfway through shopping, trouble came to the door.
At this time, a man led several tattooed men appeared on the scene and blocked their way.
And the man leading the charge was none other than the rich second generation who was taught a lesson by Ye Zihao before.
"Brother Xiong! This kid just bullied me, you must seek justice for me."
The rich second generation pointed at Ye Zihao.
After he was taught a lesson just now, he became more and more angry as he thought about it, so he found his friends on the road and came over to teach Ye Zihao a lesson.
Fortunately for him, Ye Zihao and the others did not go far, but instead went shopping here stupidly.
"Oh? That's them?"
The gangster called "Brother Xiong" has tattoos all over his arms. He is strong and looks very ferocious.
"Yes! Brother Xiong! Hurry up and beat them, I will reward you heavily!"
The rich second generation spoke quickly and urged.
"Brother! There are too many people here, so it's not convenient for us to take action. You can ask that kid to go to the alley to deal with it!"
Brother Xiong is not a fool. Beating someone in a busy city is not a very serious crime.
"Brother Xiong makes sense!"
The rich second generation nodded, and then said coaxingly to Ye Zihao with an awesome look on his face: "You brat! If you are a man, just go over there and negotiate with me!"
"Oh? Negotiation?"
Ye Zihao smiled slightly, but his smile was very playful.
"Boss! They..."
The fat man couldn't stand it anymore, so he wanted to ask Ye Zihao for instructions to deal with these people.
But before he finished speaking, the rich second generation looked arrogant and reprimanded: "Damn fat man! This is a grudge between me and him, it has nothing to do with you. I advise you to stop meddling in other people's business."
!And the same goes for you guys!”
"Handsome guy! You really don't want us to meddle in our own business?" Lin Keke asked with a weird smile on his face.
"right!"
"None of you can interfere, otherwise I will be rude to you!"
The rich second generation scolded him angrily.
"Alas! I originally wanted to remind you not to provoke him, but now it seems that my worries are unnecessary."
Lin Keke sighed slightly and said.
"Ha ha!"
"Ha ha!"
"If you're worried about me, you'd better be worried about him! If I don't beat him until he looks like a pig's head, I'll take his surname!"
…
The rich second generation laughed very arrogantly.
"If you don't seek death, you won't die!"
Lin Keke felt very sad for this man. The more arrogant he was, the worse his outcome would be.
At this time, Yang Ruobing on the side said lightly, "Ye Zihao! Be careful and don't cause a big trouble."
"Hey hey hey! Don't worry!"
Ye Zihao smiled sheepishly, and at this time, the second-generation rich man saw how arrogant he was, so he angrily scolded him, "You brat! Do you dare to go over there and negotiate?"
"dare!"
Ye Zihao responded without even thinking.
"Okay! Sure enough, I have the guts!"
Ye Zihao's straightforwardness surprised the rich second generation.
But while he was surprised, he secretly said proudly: You idiot! You dare to agree to this? You are so fucking stupid!
"Your grandpa, I've always been good at it!"
Ye Zihao shrugged with a calm expression.
"Let's go!"
The rich second generation shouted and then led the way. Soon, they entered the alley.
As soon as he entered the alley, Brother Xiong winked at the gangsters behind him. They nodded and then blocked the exit of the alley.
"Brother Xiong! Are you afraid that I will run away?"
Ye Zihao asked lightly, then took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.
"Yes! I'm afraid that you'll be scared and run away." Brother Xiong nodded. At this time, Ye Zihao smiled disapprovingly and said, "Actually, I'm even more afraid of you running away!"
"Fuck you! Do you have a brain in your butt? Are you saying such stupid things?"
The rich second generation couldn't get used to Ye Zihao's calm appearance.
You're still so calm even though you're being blocked? Damn it! Does this guy really think he called him here to discuss the issue?
"Actually! You are the one with the stupid brain!"
Ye Zihao blew out a puff of smoke and said calmly.
"It's your grandma's fault! Brother Xiong, hurry up and break this kid's legs for me! Hurry!"
The rich second generation scolded him angrily.
"Brother! If you don't seek death, you won't die! Don't you understand this? If you don't understand, then I will teach you a lesson!"
Say it!
Ye Zihao sneered, then rushed up quickly, grabbed the rich second-generation man's hair, held his face directly, and pressed hard to the ground.
Seeing that this second-generation rich man was caught off guard, he threw himself on the street. His face hit the hard concrete floor, and even a few of his front teeth were knocked out.
At this time, Ye Zihao stretched out his foot and stepped on his back.
In an instant, the rich second generation felt as if his back was being pressed down by a mountain, and his body was so pressed that he could not move at all.
"Ouch!"
"You are paralyzed! Let go of me quickly! Brother Xiong, help me!"
The second-generation rich man lay on the ground and begged for help in pain.