If they can't hit the Eight Sticks, why would they mention Korean style
Jun Ting felt that Han Feng looked familiar and said that he seemed to have seen him somewhere, but he couldn't remember where.
Su Qiao turned around and glanced at the man who was following silently behind her, her eyes flashing.
It seems that we can try to find out more about Han Feng's identity by probing Jun Ting's words.
However, Su Qiao was a little reluctant to go.
because…
As soon as she saw that guy, she wanted to beat him into a pig's head.
Host, I suddenly remembered one thing. Han Feng's accent is authentic Beijing dialect, which is completely different from the accent of his hometown.
444 was excited, as if he had discovered a new world.
"Um."
Su Qiao remained very calm, but her eyes would glance at the man beside her from time to time.
Where did this guy come from and what is his identity
Most importantly, why did it seem like even he himself was unaware of the abnormality in himself
If he lost his memory for some reason, then he should have no memory at all.
But he not only remembers his name, where his home is, and what his parents do.
This is quite strange.
Han Feng felt uncomfortable being stared at by her.
"You... why are you looking at me? Is there something on my mouth?"
Han Feng couldn't help but wipe the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.
Su Qiao said with some disdain: "There is mud on your sleeves. The more you wipe, the dirtier they will become. Where on earth have you rolled around in the mud?"
"Also, if you don't look at me, how do you know I'm looking at you?"
It was clearly this guy who was staring at her.
I watched it no less than twenty times along the way.
Being exposed, Han Feng blushed and began to stutter again: "I... I'm just... a little nervous."
"Why are you so nervous?"
Su Qiao's face darkened.
"Are you afraid that I will turn into a tiger and eat you suddenly?"
Han Feng hurriedly shook his head: "No, no, I think you... you are quite powerful. You even dare to beat that Jun Shao."
And the blow was so fierce, so clean and decisive, it was really incredible.
Su Qiao snorted coldly: "Is he some amazing person with three heads and six arms? Should I not dare to fight him?"
If you offend her, she will beat anyone, even the Lord.
Not to mention just a man.
Han Feng looked at her cautiously: "He... He seems to be your boss, aren't you afraid that he will really fire you?"
Su Qiao glared at him: "What's wrong with your brain? I told you before, he didn't fire me, I fired him, I kicked him out, do you understand?"
People with strength will never be afraid of losing their jobs, nor will they be afraid of the unexpected changes in life.
For them, it is just a challenge to themselves again and again.
Even after being scolded, Han Feng did not dare to object, and nodded timidly: "I understand."
"Keep your head up and your chest out. Don't look like a coward. You're an eyesore."
Su Qiao hit his chest again with the stick in his hand.
"oh."
This time, Han Feng held back and did not jump away like a frightened rabbit. Instead, he straightened his chest reflexively.
Afraid that he wasn't doing it right, he stood straight like a primary school student, with his hands on both sides of his trouser seams.
He originally looked to be only about 1.76 or 1.77 meters tall, but he suddenly grew several centimeters taller.
"Come on, why are you looking at me? Are you trying to show off your big eyes?"
Didn't she ask him to walk with his head held high and chest out, not to stand at attention
"I feel like you're my mother."
Han Feng scratched his head and laughed foolishly.
"… "
Su Qiao was almost choked to death by him.
She shook her little fist fiercely: "Do you also want to try how hard my fist is?"