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Chapter 62: The Curator Is Not Even Here

Zhao Waner felt warm in her heart. This was a feeling she had never felt before, trust, dependence, no worries, no scruples, relaxation and freedom. It was as if the man in front of her could protect her from all wind and rain, and she only needed to hide behind him.

Behind the scenes, sleep peacefully and all problems and worries will disappear on their own.

Being born as a human being is inherently stressful, especially when you are a celebrity who attracts the attention of the world. Every word, every move you make every day is stressful. Sometimes, she really wants to be an ordinary person and find a man to marry who can take care of herself and love her.

, that’s enough.

But it's a pity that she no longer has the right to choose! When she opens her eyes every day, she has a full schedule. She is like a robot and can only follow it one by one.

But now, the man in front of her suddenly gave her the choice she had dreamed of. She was excited, happy, and full of... a sense of security!

She directly ignored the hint in Sister Sun's eyes, looked at Yang Xiaole, and said softly: "I listen to you."

This was already a very clear answer. She knew that Yang Xiaole knew what the answer was in her heart.

"Okay!" Yang Xiaole glanced at the time and said coldly to the young man: "There are still twenty-five minutes."

After calling someone, the young man suddenly felt confident, put his hands on his hips and sneered: "Humph, it won't take so long, I will make you kneel in front of me within ten minutes!"

I have to say that his godfather was very efficient. In just eight minutes, the sound of the elevator door opening sounded in the corridor, followed by a series of footsteps!

"Lele! Lele, where are you?"

"Daddy, I'm in room 3888, come here quickly!"

Soon, a middle-aged man with a face as sharp as a knife and wearing a coach's uniform rushed into the room with several men. He first glanced at the young man and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that he was not injured, and then turned his attention to the man sitting

On Yang Xiaole who was smoking on the sofa.

"Are you the one who wants to throw Lele out of the window?"

Seeing the middle-aged man entering the door, Sister Sun and Zhao Waner became nervous and subconsciously sat down next to Yang Xiaole. Yang Xiaole put out the cigarette, and there was no change in his face. He was still as calm, calm, calm and confident as ever!

"It's me, I came quickly enough..."

Before Yang Xiaole could finish speaking, the middle-aged man said coldly, "If you dare to touch him today, I will touch you! Teach him a lesson!"

"Hey, you didn't even let me finish what I said?"

"Don't say anything

Say, just be obedient and get beaten!"

There are two great wizards in this city, Yuan Shucheng and He Jia. Both of them have mysterious identities and extremely high martial arts skills. They can defeat a hundred people. And below these two people, there is another person who is also very famous. This person is "Pious Taoist".

The director of the museum, Liu Qinghe!

Liu Qinghe has won the eight-time Shengcheng Kickboxing Champion and is proficient in various fighting methods such as Judo, Sanda, and Taekwondo. Even in Yu Province, no one dares to underestimate him.

Two apprentices attacked from the left and right, reaching out to grab Yang Xiaole's wrist. Yang Xiaole reached out with both hands, grabbed the opponent's wrist, and twisted it hard. The two apprentices immediately grinned and screamed in pain.

"How dare you fight back!" Liu Qinghe directly took out a nunchuck, which is one of his best weapons. He said sternly: "Don't force me to take action, otherwise I will make your flesh and blood go to pieces!"

"Yang Xiaole! Let go!" Zhao Waner pulled Yang Xiaole in a panic, fearing that the other party would really take action. Looking at the size and figure of the curator, he was obviously a ruthless person. Although Yang Xiaole's actions moved her, she would have to be hospitalized for her.

So worthless!

Yang Xiaole let go of the two apprentices, looked at Liu Qinghe, and grinned, "You can still use nunchucks? You're not afraid of hitting yourself on the head. Haha, you don't even want to ask what your godson has done!"

"No need to ask, I have seen everything!" Liu Qinghe said solemnly: "No one in Shengcheng can bully him!"

"Okay!" Yang Xiaole nodded lightly and slowly raised his hands, seemingly timid. However, at the next moment, he suddenly made an "S"-shaped phantom movement, crossed the sofa vigorously, and instantly came to Liu Qinghe, and clasped his hands.

touched each other's fingers.

Liu Qinghe turned pale with shock and quickly pulled out his hand, but the opponent's fingers were like five iron pliers, clamping him tightly. With a sudden force, he felt that the entire hand bones were almost completely broken, and his face was twisted in pain.

His facial features shifted, and the nunchaku fell to the ground.

"You want to threaten me with a broken stick? It's like you haven't practiced before."

"Stop!"

At this time, all the apprentices surrounded Yang Xiaole, preparing to swarm him and subdue him.

Yang Xiaole didn't take them seriously at all. They were just a group of mortals. Even after two years of training, he still couldn't shake off his status as mortals. His arm suddenly exerted force, and he threw Liu Qinghe to the ground with a throw over his shoulder.

"Tsk, you dare to open a martial arts gym? You are simply misleading people!"

Liu Qinghe, who fell to the ground, was still dishonest. He stood up to resist and let all his disciples rush forward!

However, what is surprising is that

The seven well-trained martial arts apprentices not only failed to catch Yang Xiaole, but were knocked down one by one by the opponent, leaving no room for them to fight back.

Looking at Yang Xiaole, who was like a god descending to earth, the young man next to him was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, and yellow liquid actually oozed out from underneath!

After taking a look at the time, Yang Xiaole sat back on the sofa again, grinned at the young man, and said, "There are still thirteen minutes, young man, are you sure you don't want to call your family?"

Yang Xiaole's smile was like a devil in the young man's eyes. He replied in a trembling voice, "I've already been beaten. I'll be here soon."

"very good!"

Time passed by, and the apprentices got up from the ground one after another, but they did not dare to take action again, and could only stand quietly aside, looking at each other.

This guy is simply inhuman. Even their curator was hit with one move. You know! Their curator is an eight-time free fighting champion!

"Brother...brother, your kung fu is great! Can you teach me? I can give you three times the tuition."

Liu Qinghe glared at the apprentice with a disgraceful expression, but he did not dare to speak. Yang Xiaole looked at him with a sneer and said teasingly: "Director Liu, am I right when I say that you misled your disciples? Your martial arts school will be open tomorrow.

Hurry up and close the shop, don't harm others. Brother, do you know why I am so good? Because I often eat Yang's barbecue in Liuyang Village. This food is not only delicious, but it can also build muscle. It is more effective than any nutritional powder.

There are so many. Look at me, I am now so powerful that I can kill a cow!"

Invisibly, another wave of advertisements were made for his family's business. Yang Xiaole thought that his credibility was very high, but in the eyes of everyone, this was simply nonsense. Can eating barbecue build muscle? It's good if you don't gain weight. If you don't want to be taught, just do it.

Say, what are you talking about?

Looking at the time, Yang Xiaole chuckled and said, "There are still two minutes left."

The man has been slow to come, and the young man's heart is like a drum beating. Judging from what this devil is doing now, he really dares to throw himself away!

"One more minute."

A large amount of sweat broke out on the young man's forehead, and his face twitched involuntarily.

"Time's up!" After looking outside the door, no one came. Yang Xiaole stood up, with a harmless smile on his face, "Okay, it seems that your family is not going to rescue you.
Chapter completed!
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