Leng Ai Princess VS Fengyun Fourth Prince

A Ding did not lie, his motorcycle parked next to a high-end club named Qing Yu Ling, Nangong Minglu and Rong Yanwei followed A Ding into the martial arts club on the sixth floor.

After waiting for a while, I saw Ading, who had changed into his practice clothes, followed a young man with dyed blond hair into the practice room.

Nangong Minglu hid in the corner and looked out through the glass. After watching for a while, she couldn't take it anymore.

After A-Ding and that yellow-haired boy met each other, A-Ding spent most of his time dodging and parrying, and when he was still doing his moves, he was always on the point.

But that yellow-haired boy looked amazing, every move was a venting style, and when he hit A'Ding, A'Ding always had a very painful expression.

Nangong Minglu only felt the blood rushing to her head, she didn't care about anything, ran over and kicked open the door and rushed in.

A Ding and the yellow-haired boy were startled by the loud knocking of the door, and both looked towards the door. Nangong Minglu rushed to A Ding's side and asked him angrily, "A Ding, what are you doing?"

"Little Lu, why are you here?" A-Ding's expression was both surprised and embarrassed.

"Answer me first, what are you doing?" Nangong Minglu was very angry!

"I'm working! Xiaolu, you go home first, and I'll explain to you in the evening." Ading persuaded softly.

"Job?" Nangong Minglu trembled angrily, pointed at the tip of the yellow-haired nose and said, "This is the job you're looking for? Can't you see that bastard is using you as a sandbag?"

Huang Maoer, who was already unhappy, turned his face when he saw Nangong Minglu pointing at his nose and calling him a bastard, "Hey, who are you calling a bastard? If you have the ability, don't let him be a coach here, you know I don’t know what a ‘coach’ is? It’s a ‘coach’ if it sounds good, but it’s a human sandbag if it’s not good, and it’s called ‘other people’ to practice’, do you understand?”

Nangong Minglu cast a sidelong glance at Huang Maoer, who was wearing a brand-name exercise uniform, with thin skin and tender flesh, and looked like a pampered son. Nangong Minglu didn't look at him, and said contemptuously: "Who are you calling a human sandbag? You can do it if you have the ability. Get serious with A-Ding, go home and nurse if you have no skills! Do you know what a 'bastard' is, someone like you who is clearly not weaned but wants to run out to pretend to be an uncle is a complete bastard!"

Huang Maoer blushed and had a thick neck when Nangong Minglu squeezed him out, "Stinky girl, I just beat him as a sandbag, what's wrong? I paid for it, and even if I let him lie on the ground and ride me as a horse, he has to listen What's the matter? If you are sensible, get out quickly, don't waste your young master and my precious time."

"Master Sun, calm down, what's the matter?" Qing Yuling's manager got the news that there was a dispute here, so he hurried in and asked Huang Maoer with a smile on his face.

"Manager Qian, do you still want to do business? Where did such a wild girl come here to tell you what to do?" Huang Maoer pretended that I am rich and I am the uncle.

"Ah Ding, what did you do? Do you still want to do it?" The money manager turned around, and the smiling face that was nodding and bowing just now immediately turned into a mournful face scolding people.

"We don't want to do it anymore, put away your ghostly appearance, and be careful that Lord Yan takes you as his grandson and takes you away!" Before A Ding could speak, Nangong Minglu teased him in a roundabout way, seeing that he looked down on others with dog eyes. Nangong Minglu's anger didn't come out.