Going forward to the top-1050 will make you feel pain

"Hahaha, Dou Yifan, do you feel distressed? Very good, I want you to hurt, I want you to hurt a hundred times more than me!" Xiao Xiaomin laughed sharply with a release of Dou Yifan's arm.

"Why? Xiaomin, have you misunderstood something?" Xiao Xiaomin's almost crazy words made Dou Yifan frightened. Hearing these words, Dou Yifan couldn't help but cast a worried look at Ling Yunbi's clumsy back.

Xiao Dongzhi took his wife and daughter home. Dou Yifan, who watched Ma Xiaoteng drive them back, stood there for a long time. Looking at Accord, which had long disappeared on the road, Dou Yifan suddenly realized that it was a woman who really knew women, especially women who were opponents. If Ling Yunbi had not angered Xiao Xiaomin, he would never have thought that Xiao Xiaomin, who was crying heartbroken in his arms, was acting! A tragic young girl in Huaji was unwilling to testify to the police for the criminal who hurt her, but pointed her hatred eyes at her stepmother. What a deformed resentment is this? Even if she wanted to take revenge, Xiao Xiaomin should have found those men who hurt her. Standing on the streets of the north wind, Dou Yifan felt for the first time that he, a big man, didn't understand women at all, and was not the opponent of these women.

An hour later, Dou Yifan, who was sitting in the open-air cafe in Yijiang Plaza, saw Wen Xiaolong coming out of the car from afar.

"Brother Fan, you are here!" Wen Xiaolong, wearing a denim jacket, took off his sunglasses, walked to Dou Yifan and sat down.

"This was what I asked you to do last time. I'll give you tea to you brothers." Dou Yifan glanced at Wen Xiaolong, who was acting dull, and pushed the envelope on the table in front of Wen Xiaolong.

"Brother Fan, be polite! Brother Fan gave everyone a reward for drinking, but I'm not grateful to Brother Fan!" Wen Xiaolong raised his chin to the two subordinates behind him, and did not refuse. One behind him immediately stepped forward to thank Dou Yifan and put away the big envelope on the table.

"Is it done by the bamboo pole?" Dou Yifan looked up and down at the thug behind Wen Xiaolong, but could not find the familiar figure behind him. When he noticed this situation, Dou Yifan immediately made a guess.

"No matter who does it, it's my own person. All those who should be punished have been punished. There is no need for Brother Fan to be serious anymore." Wen Xiaolong looked at Dou Yifan indifferently, and said in a very indifferent manner.

"So, are you planning to take care of your subordinates?" Looking at Wen Xiaolong who was so indifferent that he had no emotional changes, Dou Yifan's anger was suddenly ignited again. Although Xiao Xiaomin faced this matter with a terrible indifference, it did not mean that Dou Yifan could forgive the perpetrator.

"There is nothing to do without a guarantee, just do it. Brother Fan doesn't need to take it too seriously. I will compensate her for the losses suffered by that woman." Wen Xiaolong played with the lighter in his hand and said coldly.

"How to compensate? Are you going to chop off someone's arms to compensate?" Hearing this, Dou Yifan couldn't help but stand up from the chair. He leaned forward, and his long arms crossed in front of Wen Xiaolong and asked angrily.

"That's not compensation, that's punishment!" Wen Xiaolong was still sitting on the chair, looking calm and composed in the face of Dou Yifan's questioning.

"You... what do you do to your woman?" I was angry again by Wen Xiaolong's Mo Wu care. Dou Yifan held his hands slightly and stared at the strong man in front of him with his eyes blazing fire.

"She is not my woman, she is here to find excitement, she is just a woman who comes to find fuck..." Wen Xiaolong half-squinted his eyes and looked at Dou Yifan who was condescending, and said coldly.

"You..." Before Wen Xiaolong finished speaking, Dou Yifan, who was standing in front of him, suddenly hit him with a left hook, and a "splash" sound fell on Wen Xiaolong's cheek.

"How did you... actually do a sneak attack? Milk!" Wen Xiaolong, who was defenseless, leaned slightly back with the chair. Although he avoided Dou Yifan's sharp fist, his right face was still hit. Wen Xiaolong turned back and Dou Yifan had not had time to react before he could see him standing behind the chair. After touching his face, Wen Xiaolong gritted his teeth and started to angrily.

"How can you hurt you if you don't do sneak attacks? This punch is for Xiao Xiaomin to return you. You insulted her feelings." Dou Yifan's sneak attack was quite successful, so he had to clench his fists and look vigilantly at the thug who was quickly surrounding him from a distance, knowing in his heart that today's fierce fight would be inevitable.

"Brother Long, how are you?" The little leader who had just taken Dou Yifan's big envelope ran to Wen Xiaolong, asked in a low voice, and looked at Dou Yifan's eyes very cold.

"Mom, you know that you can't beat me and still launch a sneak attack. Dou Yifan, you want to die, right? You want to fight, I will accompany you! Humph! You'll get back!" Wen Xiaolong suddenly spat on the ground, and swung his jacket to his side, revealing his tight muscles.

Dou Yifan's eyes were as sharp as torches, staring fiercely at Wen Xiaolong, who was obviously much stronger than him. Facing Wen Xiaolong who had been licking blood on the tip of a knife for many years, Dou Yifan had no chance of winning even without the help of these thugs around him. This was something Dou Yifan knew from the beginning. However, even if he knew that he could not beat Wen Xiaolong, he would still have to fight this fight. He could not do it if Dou Yifan swallowed this breath and was a turtle retracted head. He curled his pupils slightly, and Dou Yifan clenched his fists with both hands, waiting for this uneven battle.

Wen Xiaolong, who was attacked by a sneak attack, rushed over with annoyed look on his face. The two soon started to fight. Close-up fighting was not Dou Yifan's specialty, or, rather, fighting was Wen Xiaolong's specialty. Left hook and right hook, mantis legs and scree legs all turned into flower fist embroidery under Wen Xiaolong's sharp attack. Within two rounds, Dou Yifan, who had been punched several times, was left with a stalwart runaway. He held his head with both hands, jumped left and right, expecting that the Jade Girl Heart Sutra Nine Yin White Bone Claws and other messy martial arts would all come to him. Even the Sunflower Book was a great gift for him who had only been beaten.

"Dou Yifan, you're dead! You dare to attack me, your mother's coin!" Wen Xiaolong, who was so excited, pressed Dou Yifan step by step and forced Dou Yifan into the corner of the square.

"How did you die?" After looking for an opportunity, Dou Yifan played hide-and-seek with Wen Xiaolong around the flower bed. He retorted Wen Xiaolong angrily, but he did not dare to relax at all.
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