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Chapter 12: Drowning you mentally retarded

"Song Qian!"

"Hey, little Qing'er, don't worry, you'll have fun later."

Even though Mo Wanqing called her name angrily, Song Qian's mood was still shaken, and a crisp, refreshing feeling rose from the soles of her feet.

Tsk tsk, it's really top quality, even the voice is so nice, he must get it.

After such a long chase, Mo Wanqing has always been lukewarm towards him, and Song Qian gradually lost her patience.No, today he knew that Mo Wanqing deliberately resisted the corpse to force him away, but this time he was not fooled.

Not only was he not fooled, but he will go one step further today!

"Change." Mo Wanqing was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, and just reached out to reach for the purse.He has already done it, if this person is too indebted to be beaten, he will be beaten up, no matter whose son he is, he has had enough of pestering for such a long time.

She never thought that this time, Song Qian would put away her former petty fuss, and act like a domineering son.

"Want it? I'm not happy to give it to you."

As he spoke, he smiled viciously, and with a wave of his hand, the blue money bag fell into the pool behind him, sinking to the bottom in the blink of an eye.

The ink in Mo Wanqing's eyes deepened, and a wave of anger rose.

"A boy from a poor country, someone treats him like a character. It's ridiculous, if it wasn't for me, you..."

Before she finished speaking, she heard a "plop", Song Qian was kicked off the pond by Mo Wanqing.

"I'll let you go, let you go!"

Song Qian was kicked off the pool and soon floated up and shouted "Help". He was spoiled and spoiled since he was a child, he couldn't swim at all, and the threat of death made him completely lose his former prestige.

Just in order to get closer to Mo Wanqing, he also disbanded all his servants, and now it is really a shame.At this moment, his only hope of being rescued lies in Mo Wanqing who is holding his arms on the bank.

Will Mo Wanqing save him?

Obviously impossible, not only would he not save him, but he would even push him.

Mo Wanqing squatted down unhurriedly, admiring his distressed appearance for a while.Suddenly grabbing his hair and pressing it into the water, the water splashed in an instant, and Song Qian struggled even harder.

He smiled maliciously, he was almost done playing, but he couldn't really play him to death.Just as she was about to lift him out of the water, her hands suddenly became empty, and Song Qian, who looked like a dead fish, appeared on the shore in an instant.

Mo Wanqing was shocked, who was this, and the speed was so fast, he didn't even have time to see clearly!

Turning his head, he saw a man pretending to be standing quietly behind him.

"The play can be big or small, it's better to stop it."

The moment Mo Wanqing turned his head, the man froze for a moment in awe of his appearance.Fortunately, his concentration is high, so it's not that he lost his composure.Then he noticed that this young and beautiful boy looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

"none of your business."

Although he had a good image of him, Mo Wanqing was very upset that the man taught him a lesson as soon as he said it.He wasn't really a 13-year-old kid, and he didn't throw Song Qian into the water just for fun, he was venting his anger rationally.Even if he didn't mind his own business, Mo Wanqing wouldn't really drown Song Qian.

"What?" Xu Shi's tone was so rude and natural that the man was stunned for a moment.

"I said, it's none of your business!"

Mo Wanqing repeated what he had just said word by word, hating the man even more, turned his head and wanted to leave.

But the man stopped him with his long arm and refused to let him go.

"I'll help you, how can you scold me in turn?"

Mo Wanqing snorted coldly, "I beg you to help me, do you want me to cry and fall at your feet to repent?"

"Confession is unnecessary, but an apology is still necessary."

Suddenly a strong wind hit his lower body, the man's instinctive side avoided Mo Wanqing's sweeping legs well.

"Think too much, don't say it's an apology, I won't even say soft words to you. Give you three points and you still think of yourself as my elder?"

While speaking, the attacks on his hands didn't stop, and his moves were extremely tricky.Helpless, the man had some foundation, so he resolved his tricks one by one.

Back and forth, the man's force value made Mo Wanqing's negative comments on him less.

"It's not bad, there's something to tell."

Hitting to the back is no longer an angry attack, but a pure exchange of ideas.

The man was also surprised that a boy who was only 13 years old had fought with him for so long, and he was less contemptuous of him.

"You're good too!"

The excitement of fighting flashed in the man's eyes, and his fists were filled with strength.Looking at the young man's slender body just now, he still couldn't bear to make a heavy hand, but after seeing that he was able to do a job with ease and without any pressure, he decided to take a closer look at his strength.

Men's strength becomes stronger, Mo Wanqing also becomes stronger when he encounters strength,

After a hearty fight, both of them were exhausted and collapsed on the ground.

Panting heavily, the man took the initiative to introduce: "Zou Jinchu, I haven't asked for your name yet."

"Mo Wanqing." He is not hypocritical, it is rare to have an opponent he likes, and he does not want to miss this friend.

That's right, the two just played out their friendship, saying that men communicate with each other through fists.Sure enough, a fight works ten thousand times better than all the other crap.