Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

"Who is this?"

Huang Mao came over, with a piece of grass in his mouth, spit it out, and the two attendants behind him stepped forward.

Song Nanye sneered.

"Stop talking nonsense, you three go together!"

"what?!"

Jiang Beize was stunned. What's the situation? He can't do three alone.

The next second, before he recovered, Song Nanye pulled him by the back and pushed him forward.

The three **** rushed towards Jiang Beize, and Jiang Beize subconsciously knelt down and hugged his head.

"Couldn't compare you!"

Song Nanye carried the guitar on his back, raised his leg and kicked one of the **** violently, kicking it to the ground all of a sudden, the latter clutching his stomach and shouting pain.

The two remaining **** went up together and pierced Song Nanye's face. Song Nanye dodged and quickly grabbed Jiang Beize's collar and lifted him from the ground.

"Where's your fist, how do you teach you the tricks? Just like you, you still clamor to protect others?!"

"Oh oh oh oh!"

Jiang Beize reacted, took a deep breath, and slammed a fist directly on the belly of a bastard.

That **** was a short fat man, a kind of more than two hundred catties. Jiang Beize punched him, but his fist was bounced back by the fat on his stomach.

"Hey, little brother, your strength is not at home yet!" The fat man smirked.

"Stupid!"

While Song Nanye dealt with Huang Mao, the other side grabbed Jiang Beize's hand, and the two fists struck it together.

"Oh-"

The fat man who was hit hard with both fists fell to the ground, clutching his stomach and calling his mother like the previous bastard.

"Song Nanye, don't be crazy, kid!"

Huang Mao picked up a wooden stick from the side and hit Song Nanye.

However, the moves were too slow and cumbersome. Before they could meet Song Nanye, Song Nanye didn't say a roundabout side kick, and the opponent's end was immediately the same as the previous two bastards.

"..."

Jiang Beize looked at the boy beside him with total adoration.

Seeing the sweat seeping through his forehead.

Watching his resolute profile face shrouded in an unreal halo.

So handsome! !

Song Nanye rubbed his fist, walked over and squatted in front of Huang Mao, picked him up with one hand, fumbled his pocket, and turned it over to three hundred yuan.

"Tsk tusk, do you have that much on your body today? It's not enough for your grandpa to eat!"

"..."

Huang Mao grinned, his face was colored, and he hadn't recovered from the pain.

"Boy, come here!"

"Oh!"

Hearing Song Nanye's call, Jiang Beize walked over with the math textbook in his arms.

Song Nanye glanced at the pen inserted in the cover of his book, and brought the black pen over without saying a word.

"Hey!"

Seeing this, Jiang Beize was suddenly anxious, "What are you doing with this pen?!"

"Nonsense, of course writing!"

With that, Huang Mao wrote a king on his left face.

Another eight was written on his right face.

When the two characters are connected, it is the king.

"Ha ha……"

Song Nanye laughed, clearly smiling heartily, but the smile was not enough.

At this moment, the slender joints hanging on his side were red, and those eyes were crimson like wild beasts. The hostility under his eyes has not disappeared, like the roar of dawn, as if venting something.

He patted Huang Mao's face, his smile narrowed, and his face was cold. "Next time remember to prepare more funeral money, lest Grandpa beats you to death with a punch. You will hide in this wilderness and no one cares!"