MTL - Kicked Out of the Rich Family at the Beginning

  Chapter 10 010 Rescue, Prince Class

   Qinglong Bar.

  The bridge near Qingshui Street occupies a large area.

  Poison Scorpion is the most capable thug in the Qinglong Bar. He is very famous in this street because he doesn't want to die. Most of them are afraid of him, so few people in the bar dare to make trouble.

  Sitting in the lounge inside the bar, he just lit a cigarette.

"boom-"

  The door was opened.

  The poisonous scorpion looked up casually, and saw the white vest.

  He is standing behind a young girl.

"Yo, Young Master Mao." Obviously he knew the white vest, but he called Young Master Mao, but his tone was not very respectful, the poisonous scorpion looked straight at the girl behind him, "Are you here to honor me? Haha, don't worry, Young Master Mao, I will definitely support you in front of your godfather!"

   Looking at him in the white vest is like looking at himself once.

  Bai Po slowly approached.

  Poisonous Scorpion was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, and stretched out his hand to Bai Po, "Young Master Mao, the person you chose is pretty good..."

"boom-"

  He was kicked to the ground with a stool, and a bone in his chest was broken.

  The poisonous scorpion frowned, endured the pain, got up, and punched Bai Po's face hard!

  Bai Po didn't even move, he just raised his hand to catch his punch in the poisonous scorpion's astonished eyes.

  The moon-white skirt swayed slightly.

   "Click—"

  The sound of broken finger joints sounded.

   "You want to die—"

   With a "bang", he was slammed on the ground again by the white scorpion!

  Poisonous scorpion has never seen such a perverted scene before, he looked at Bai Ji in horror.

  The terrain at the junction of the two countries is complicated, where can those who have no skills get along?

  His skill can be said to be very good. In fact, few people know that the FBI has nothing to do with him when he is in the international arena, so he is favored by the bar owner.

  As the number one thug in the Qinglong Bar, even if he is the number one in the fighting arena, he will have to waste some time!

  The poisonous scorpion exhales more air than inhales less air. He lies on the ground and cannot get up. "Did I offend you?"

  He can be regarded as smart, so arrogant and able to live for so long, it is entirely because the offended people are not worth mentioning. The girl in front of him can pinch him like a steamed bun.

  He didn't know how he provoked her?

  Bai Po still held a slender cigarette in her other hand, and the hazy smoke wrapped around her face.

  She walked unhurriedly to the poisonous scorpion. She was wearing gray embroidered shoes with a not so obvious footprint on them. The embroidered pattern was pink peony, layered on top of each other, elegant and luxurious.

  She stepped on the right hand of the poisonous scorpion with the embroidered shoe with only footprints, and asked warmly, "Is the embroidery good?"

  Simple and gentle.

  The poisonous scorpion, who was still invincible before, is now lying on the side of the white scorpion shoes. Even though his chest hurts every time he breathes, he still tries his best to wipe the dust on the white scorpion embroidered shoes with his hands.

  He raised his head and smiled at her flatteringly: "Okay, okay, the embroidery is very good..."

  Bai Po lowered her head, the shadow cast by her eyelashes covered the haze in her eyes.

  She raised her foot, "It's really good..."

"boom-"

   Another kick.

   kicked the poisonous scorpion's chest hard.

  The poisonous scorpion was kicked against the wall.

  Bai Po tidied up his sleeves slowly.

  She withdrew her gaze and said coldly, "It's dirty."

  The white vest squatted beside the poisonous scorpion, and kindly reminded, "You said it was not good for you to provoke someone, and you had to kick her grandpa's stand, and you still ask the old man if he dares? Do you think he dares?"

   "Remember to respect the old and love the young."

   The sound of the bar is deafening.

   A group of men in black were waiting at the door, and the leader saw the poisonous scorpion paralyzed by the wall inside, which exhaled more air than breathed in, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

  God, you made a vicious person respect the old and love the young.

  They looked at Bai Po with apprehension, and said to Bai Qiong: "Young Master Mao, the boss asked you to go to the meeting room."

   "I'll tell my godfather." The white vest nodded casually.

  Bai Po sat on the bar counter, tapping lazily on the table with his fingers, "Xiao Bai."

  The white vest immediately stepped forward and ordered her a glass of wine: "...Sister, my surname is Mao."

   "Oh, Xiao Mao," Bai Po nodded lazily, "Thank you today, but I won't drink, I'm going back."

   "Sister, will you stop playing for a while?"

  Bai Po took out a wooden hairpin, pulled up her hair slowly, her lowered eyebrows were loose, and said, "No, I have class at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

  White vest, no, Mao Kun: "...?"

  Beside him, there was a younger brother who saw Bai Po for the first time, and couldn't help but blushed.

  Student Xiaomao became anxious when he saw it, and slapped him on the head: "What are you looking at? Ah? What are you looking at? If you have any **** thoughts, hold back!"

  **

   Qingshui Street.

  The night was dark and the wind was high, Bai Po took out the earphones and memorized English words.

  At this time, it was nearly one o'clock in the morning, and the sound of fighting could be faintly heard from the narrow and dark alley ahead, and ordinary people should take a detour.

  Bai Po was wearing earphones, halfway through the words, the phone rang.

   It was Mao Kun. She picked it up and walked through them calmly.

   are three blond men.

  Because the girl was too calm, they were obviously stunned. The next second, one of them came back to his senses and tried to grab Bai Po's neck.

  Bai Po tilted his head and reached out to grab the man's hand!

   "Sister—" Mao Kun's voice sounded.

  Bai Po looked at the blue-eyed man, and then looked down at the person lying in the corner.

   "Wait a minute." She said to Mao Kun, and put the phone back in her pocket.

   Then suddenly pulled the blue-eyed man in front of him!

  The fist wind blows away the scattered bangs on both sides of her, revealing her pair of cold eyes, Bai Jian did not retreat, the other hand clenched a fist, and slammed hard at another person who wanted to touch her!

   Less than three minutes.

  Three people lay at her feet.

  Bai Po took out the mobile phone in his pocket, leaned against the wall lazily, "Speak."

   "Huh? Oh," Mao Kun on the other end of the phone wiped his face, "There will be an auction here in two days, do you want to come and play?"

   "No." Bai Chi hung up, his eyelashes drooping.

  She put the earphones back on and found the English words.

"Hello…"

  The **** man lying in the corner spoke to her, he took out the cigarette case from his trouser pocket with trembling hands, trying to find a cigarette and bite it, "Thank you, leave a contact information?"

  Bai Po glanced down at him.

   His leg was still bleeding.

  She focused her eyes on the gold-edged calligraphy beside his hand.

Seeing her gaze, the man moved his right hand, but he didn't know where the wound was. He hissed: "You want this? Liang Zewen's original work, although precious, is not as expensive as mine. If you want it, take it away." , other requirements, as long as you don’t want to live on the moon, I can do it for you.”

  I don't know which word touched Bai Po, she squatted down, turned on the flashlight of her mobile phone, and took a picture of the inscription next to the man.

  A long while.

  Bai Po's eyes fell lazily on the man's bleeding leg.

  She lowered her head slightly and reached out to grab the man's injured leg.

   "What are you doing?" The man was taken aback for a moment, and then quickly said, "This is a gunshot wound. My personal doctor will be here soon. Don't touch me. I don't want to waste it now..."

   While he was talking, his leg suddenly stopped bleeding.

   Even the pain is reduced by half.

  Bai Po just stood up, clicked on the English word page again, and walked back.

"Hello-"

  The man shook his head, seeing that she didn't have the framed calligraphy, he couldn't help calling her, "You don't want Liang Zewen's original work?"

  The girl who didn't pay much attention to him stopped, and the moonlight gently bathed her body. After she finished reciting a word, she turned her head, "Who told you that this is the real work?"

  The man was taken aback, "This has been identified by experts..."

  The girl looked away again, and her back disappeared around the corner.

  The voice from the dark night was vague and silent, "I'll verify it again, it's his student's handwriting."

  **

  Six in the morning.

  Ji Heng's room.

  As soon as he opened his eyes, he met the figure holding an electric fan in front of him.

  Ji Heng: "..."

  Bai Po: "..."

  Looking at each other for ten seconds, someone is looking at him with a very righteous look, as if asking "Why do you wake up so early".

…very good.

   Ji Heng closed his eyes expressionlessly.

  Bai Po just put away the electric fan, and she purposely switched it on.

  The small fan that was broken before turned on "wheezing" and "wheezing" as if afraid that others would not know that it had been repaired by someone.

  She closed the door intimately and went out.

  Ji Heng opened his eyes, he looked out the window at the early morning, and the low temperature, about 22 degrees—

  Calmly stretched out his hand and pulled the half-made quilt to his neck.

  Xiangcheng Middle School starts classes at 8:00 in the morning, and most boarding students arrive at 7:00.

  Bai Po didn't come too late, it was half past seven.

  Her deskmate should have arrived early, holding an English book and sitting in the front seat to endorse.

   And her position—

  Bai Po lazily yawned and walked to his seat, reached out and knocked on the table, lowered his head: "Student, let me go."

  The face of the girl sitting in her position fell instantly.

   "唰—"

  The noisy class instantly quieted down.

   Zhang Shize, who was sleeping on the table, also raised his head. His eyes were sleepy, and he was shocked when he saw this situation.

  The curly-haired girl didn't look at Bai Po at all. Seeing Zhang Shize woke up, her eyes lit up, and she handed him the bag in her hand, "Zhang Shize, I brought you breakfast."

   At the same time, Yang Lin gently pulled the corner of Bai Po's clothes, and gestured to Bai Po with her eyes.

  Zhang Shize never accepts anything from girls.

   Right now, he reached out to take the breakfast, "Thank you, thank you, Chen Wei, let's go first, class is about to start."

  Chen Wei smiled again on his pulled face, "Then I'll watch you play again tonight."

  Maybe in a good mood today, Chen Wei left Class 15 humming a song.

  Wherever she passed by, boys and girls all shrunk their necks in unison.

"New classmate, you just came to our school, and I'll give you some popular science." The girl in front turned her head, she let out a long sigh of relief, and said to Bai Po: "That was Chen Wei, a sophomore in high school, of course you might not be clear about it, Let the school grass know, besides Zhang Shize, there is another person named Chen Zhu. Chen Wei is Chen Zhu's younger sister, Chen Zhu's third and eighth class, the Prince's class, do you understand? The people who often play with her are all Chen Zhu People like Ren Wanxuan."

  Bai Po: "...Thank you."

   Really annoying, miss shark.

   "Anyway, in the prince's class, we ordinary people don't mess with them if we can. Eggs hit rocks," the girl said, then looked at Yang Lin and Zhang Shize, "Right, you two?"

"The most important thing is that Chen Zhu and Ren Wanxuan are the hottest contenders for the No. 1 Scholar in North City." Yang Lin sat in her seat, thought for a while, and then added softly, "Try not to offend them. "

   "That's the truth," Zhang Shize dissatisfied, "but why do you say that I, a sunny and cheerful nineteen-year-old innocent boy, am a fool?"

  No one paid him any attention.

   "..." Zhang Shize embraced the shoulder of his deskmate again, "Xue Shen, what do you think?"

  Ning Xiao looked up and gave him a "quiet" look.

  Bai Po propped his chin with his hand, and flipped out the English book a little lazily.

  Zhang Shize touched his nose, took out his phone and added her as friends.

  **

   Today is Friday, and school is over in the evening.

  Yang Lin and Bai Po walked out of the school together. Bai Po put on the earphones to listen to the words, and walked with Yang Lin to the flower shop at the end of the street.

  The middle-aged woman who sells flowers is enthusiastically wrapping bouquets for the guests. When she sees Yang Lin, she squints her eyes and smiles softly, "Your flowers are on the table, and I'll put them away for you."

  Bai Po was reciting words, and looked over, there was a beautiful white lily on the table.

  Yang Lin took the flowers, and she put the money on the table.

  The middle-aged woman finished wrapping the flowers, shook her head helplessly when she saw this scene, and asked, "Where's Zhang Shize?"

   "He's playing ball."

   "Going to play again, can't I learn from you and Ning Xiao?" Mother Zhang murmured, then looked at Bai Po, "Hey, this is the transfer student from your class, the little girl looks really good-looking."

  She took out a red rose and gave it to Bai Po, "It looks better than my bastard."

  Bai Po took it, "Thank you, Auntie."

   "Ah," Zhang's mother covered her heart, "I knew it, I knew I should have a daughter! Damn Zhang Shize will only water my orchids to death!"

   "Don't be angry, don't be angry," the middle-aged man who just came back from the outside put down his computer bag and comforted him, "We quarreled at night and pretended to have a cold war and went back to the room, and let him do housework for seven days alone!"

   "..."

  Bai Po took a rose and parted ways with Yang Lin at the intersection.

  Following the address Jiang He gave her, she came to the rich area of ​​Xiangcheng.

  The bus only goes to the outermost road.

  Ren Wanxuan didn't participate in the training camp for top students today, but Ren Qian notified her in advance that there was a distinguished guest at home today.

  While passing by the outskirts of the wealthy district, she glanced at a person not far away—

   "Stop!"

  The boy in the front seat looked in the rearview mirror lightly, "What's wrong?"

  Ren Wanxuan shook her head, but she didn't speak.

"brush-"

  The car stopped in front of Bai Po.

  The window of the car was lowered, revealing Ren Wanxuan's unstoppably irritable face. She looked at Bai Po with a sarcasm that seemed to have seen through her: "What are you waiting for here?"

   Our classmate Xiaomao finally has a name spicy.

   Don’t guess, hehehe, good night~

  

  

  (end of this chapter)