You Are My Rare Passion

A few traces of surprise flashed in Dongfang Zetang's eyes, his brows were unconsciously frowned, and he waved his hands again.

Another man came out from behind him and walked towards Yue Ya'er.

This time, he still failed to walk in front of Yue Ya'er.

Another handsome young man rushed out from the crowd and blocked his way.

Ten seconds later, like copying and pasting, the scene just now was reproduced.

Dongfang Zetang, who didn't take Yue Ya'er seriously at first, finally started to look at Yue Ya'er squarely.

In the capital, there are not many people who can surpass the Dongfang family's family background. Most of the people he meets usually have a family background that is not as good as the Dongfang family.

Those people are like ants under his feet, he can clean them up as he wants.

He also regarded Yue Ya'er as that kind of person.

But now, he doubted it.

Is Yue Ya'er really the kind of ant he can easily crush?

Knowing that his sister was beaten, he brought out all good players.

But those good players who usually hit ten at a time were suppressed one by one by the opponent's subordinates.

If it is one, it can be said to be an accident.

Two, say it's a coincidence.

Three is enough to show the opponent's strength.

Looking at each other's appearance, the two girls are both beautiful and eye-catching, and the two men are also young and handsome, with excellent temperaments.

Especially the girl who is still as stable as Mount Tai sitting at the bar and eating fruit leisurely, her temperament is even better than the younger sister raised by his oriental family.

Could it be that the other party dared to reach out and hit his sister, not because his status was too lowly, and he didn't know how noble and giant their Dongfang family was, but because their status was more noble than the Dongfang family, so they didn't take his Dongfang family seriously at all?

Thinking of this, his heart skipped a beat, and he didn't dare to wave his hands to call people up.

Three people went up, and all three were suppressed.

He brought a total of six people. If all six people went up and were all suppressed, where would he put his face?

Just as his brain was spinning rapidly, thinking about how to end up next, three of his subordinates were beaten to the ground one after another.

The three of them didn't know where they were injured, they curled up on the ground and moaned.

The veins on Dongfang Zetang's forehead popped out, he gritted his teeth and asked Yue Ya'er: "Who are you?"

"Is it important?" Yue Ya'er played with the toothpick in her hand, resting her chin on one hand, and looked at him lazily: "Don't you think that what you should ask is why your sister was beaten."

Dongfang Zetang was stunned for a moment, and quickly realized: "No matter what the reason is, it's not the reason for you to beat someone!"

Yue Ya'er was amused by him, "Then why did you get someone to beat me when you came up?"

Dongfang Zetang said as a matter of course: "Because you hurt my sister!"

"Amazing!" Yue Ya'er shook her head and said, "I beat your sister, and you let someone beat me without saying anything. Why don't you think about it? Your sister was beaten because she beat someone else?"

Dongfang Zetang was stunned before he realized: "She hit someone, and that's not why you hit her."

"Heh, what a red-and-white double-standard dog!" Yue Ya'er sneered: "If you don't ask indiscriminately, just open your mouth and let someone beat me, but it won't work if someone beats your sister, since you are so unreasonable , then there is no way, we have to talk to you about fisting and kicking."

She waved her hand lazily.

Chi Yin and Chi Xian understood, and immediately rushed towards Dongfang Zetang.

A few minutes later, everyone, including Dongfang Zetang, was knocked down to the ground by Gu Yingwei, Chi Yin, and Chi Xian.