Chapter 622 Look carefully, who hit you?
Sang Zhixia and Qi Lao were sitting in the inner hall separated from the lobby by a wall, so if people outside spoke a little louder, they could hear them clearly from inside.
Old Qi’s face had turned dark.
No matter who the visitor is or what his purpose is, if he barges in and speaks rudely, this alone is enough to make him lose his life here today.
Hua Shan frowned and said, "Boss, can I go out and take a look?"
"Need not."
Sang Zhixia said freshly: "It's rare to find someone so fun, let's go out and see what's going on."
Sang Zhixia turned around and looked at Mr. Qi with a smile: "Would you like to go with me?"
Old Qi was a little annoyed: "Just beat it out like this, why should I go to pollute your eyes?"
"He comes with bad intentions."
Sang Zhixia said with a smile: "I have opened this shop here for such a long time, and many people have taken care of it, both openly and secretly, and there has never been any mistakes."
"But this person who came back came specifically to look for me. Can you guess why?"
Old Qi glanced at Sang Zhixia without saying a word, then flicked his sleeves and walked out first.
He wanted to see who had chosen such an auspicious day to come and die today.
Sang Zhixia followed him with a smile, and as soon as he came out of the inner hall and saw the movements of the person who came, a cold look suddenly flashed in his eyes.
This is Wangyou Pavilion, which specializes in selling sweet soups. In addition to various sweet soups and desserts, it also sells various snacks that are popular with women and girls.
In order to prevent customers from feeling restrained, Sang Zhixia specially replaced all the people in the store with young girls, all of whom wore pink gauze skirts, looking gentle and charming.
But in just a short while, two girls in the store who tried to stop them were injured.
One of them covered his face and retreated behind Sang Zhixia, while the other one had his wrist roughly pinched.
"Oh, what kind of day is it today? There are so many distinguished guests here."
Huashan walked over quickly and pulled the little girl whose wrist was pinched behind her.
Sang Zhixia glanced at the broken porcelain scattered all over the floor, as well as the guests who were terrified and even rushed out, with a half-smile on their faces. The corners of her lips rose silently, but there was no smile in her eyes.
"Although we are guests, why do you come in and shout for war and want to hurt me? What's your intention?"
The one rushing forward is obviously a follower.
The man surrounded by followers walked forward a few steps, fanning himself, and when he saw Sang Zhixia's face clearly, he clicked his tongue a few times in surprise.
"I didn't expect that she is actually a rare beauty."
The man walked forward frivolously, fanning himself and about to pick at Sang Zhixia's chin: "How could such a beautiful woman follow such a brainless idiot?"
Bang!
Sang Zhixia grabbed the fan that was about to hit her face with her backhand, and caught the malice in the man's words, and raised her eyebrows subtly: "Oh?"
"From what you said, you know my husband?"
It is not surprising that some people in the northwest knew that Sang Zhixia's husband was Xu Yu.
At that time, many people said that Xu Yu was a pretty boy who was not productive. He just relied on his good looks and was fed by Sang Zhixia.
But it's different here.
Since arriving in Lingnan, Xu Yu had almost no chance to help out with matters concerning the farm shop.
Until now, Sang Zhixia had opened shops of all sizes all over Lingnan, and Xu Yu had never even visited any of them to see how the gate faced.
No one, including the people working in the store, knew Xu Yu. They only knew that Sang Zhixia was married, and knew nothing else.
This fly that suddenly appeared knows Xu Yu?
The man looked at his fan that was caught and seemed dissatisfied: "You are quite brave, but this alone is not enough."
"My dear, you are so beautiful, I don't want to embarrass you."
“What a pity…”
The man sneered grimly, gestured to the person behind him, and shrugged helplessly: "Who made your man offend someone he shouldn't have offended?"
Sang Zhixia lowered her eyes and said nothing.
The man mistakenly thought she was scared, and laughed a few times with ambiguous meaning, saying, "But don't worry, I won't hurt you."
"Such a beautiful face, if it gets damaged, I will be heartbroken."
"After I smash up this eyesore of yours, I'll take you home and teach you a lesson. Wait..."
"You and I have never met before, and we have no past friendship."
Sang Zhixia regretfully interrupted the man's self-contemplation and said helplessly, "When you die, I won't have to go to pay my respects, right?"
"presumptuous!"
The follower who first hurt someone roared with his face trembling with flesh: "Asshole!"
"Do you know who is in front of you? How dare you speak like that?!"
"My master is fond of you. That's the blessing you've earned in eight lifetimes. Don't be ungrateful!"
“Tsk.”
Sang Zhixia waved the man's fan away, moved her wrist and said lazily, "Who do you think you are? Are you worthy of barking in front of me?"
"Since you're talking about compliments, I happen to be free today, so I'll give you some compliments."
As soon as the words fell, Sang Zhixia raised her hand without warning and slapped the man hard on the face, raising an eyebrow and saying, "Sir, please remember to look carefully, who is hitting you."
"Why would my man be needed to beat someone like you?"
"Are you worthy?"
Bang!
Sang Zhixia raised his foot and kicked him in the chest. Not only did it split the mountains and rocks, it also kicked the weak man away for a long distance.
A lot of things were knocked over with a loud noise, and countless exclamations were heard inside and outside the gate.
The person who had scolded him saw this and shouted angrily, "You are looking for death!"
"Do it."
Sang Zhixia's face was as gloomy as water: "Kill these bastards, one by one, out of here."
The people working in the store are all from good families and are not suited to this kind of fighting work, so they can only rush to pass the sticks on the side.
Although the people who came were numerous and powerful, they were all useless and none of them could fight.
Diancui and Huashan each swept across Wudi with a stick, beating people away amid crackling screams and roars.
Sang Zhixia took the handkerchief handed to her by the waiter, wiped her hands, and said lightly: "Who hit you in the face just now?"
The little girl pointed at someone with tears in her eyes.
Sang Zhixia raised her chin slightly and said, "Go and break his claws."
"ah!"
Diancui quickly and efficiently cut off the follower's arms. Before Sang Zhixia could ask any more questions, the other girl whose hands were held angrily said, "Boss, that guy hit someone too!"
Sang Zhixia smiled at her soothingly and said lightly: "Pout."
Another heart-wrenching scream was heard, and the man who had been slapped first fell to the ground and kept backing away. Looking at Sang Zhixia who was walking towards him with a smile, he said in shock and anger, "How dare you lay hands on me!"
"Do you know who I am?"
"I'm from the Zuo family! General Zuo Cheng is my uncle!"
"If you dare to touch me, my uncle will make sure you don't get away with it!"
Zuo family?
Sang Zhixia thought of the news Song Liu had previously obtained from the military camp, and said "oh" with a half-smile.
"So it's you..."
So, it was not enough for Zuo Cheng to cause trouble for Xu Ou in the military camp and threaten to cut off Xu Ou's arms to atone for his sins.
Zuo Cheng’s nephew is going to smash his own shop to vent his anger?
Does this family really think that they and their spouse have no temper?
Do she and Xu Yu seem so easy to bully?
Sang Zhixia didn't intend to be ruthless.
But now that things have come to this, if she doesn't beat him to death, won't she seem like a good person?
Sang Zhixia sighed with regret and smiled, "So it's the nephew of the Zuo family. In that case, I'm sorry for being rude."
"You're right. Such a simple trick is indeed not good enough in front of the Zuo family. How can you be worthy of the noble title of Young Master?"
After saying this, Sang Zhixia took a half step back and looked at her nephew Zuo Cheng lying on the ground with a kind smile in her eyes. Her voice was soft and surprisingly gentle.
"Come on, hold it down for me."
"Right here, beat him to death."
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