Song Yaoyang looked down at Xia Baozhu, wanting to see what was going on in her head.
Does she think he's powerful enough to deal with these people, which is why she acts so recklessly?
She's being way too informal.
It seems that he helped her earlier, which emboldened her.
But he simply wouldn't do as she wished.
"Do you want to run away first? I'll tell them I don't know you in a bit," Song Yaoyang said softly, lowering his head.
"Why should I run? I believe you can beat them to a pulp," Xia Baozhu replied with a smile.
Hearing Xia Baozhu's contemptuous words and her attitude of not taking them seriously, the bald man's henchmen were immediately enraged and rushed forward despite his attempts to stop them.
Xia Baozhu turned and ran, and Song Yaoyang followed her out of the restaurant.
"Why are you running? Show some backbone!" Song Yaoyang, with his long legs, walked easily beside Xia Baozhu.
"Why are you running? Aren't you supposed to be a great fighter? Go back and fight!"
"I've discovered that you're a really petty woman. I only offended you with one sentence, and you've already done this to me."
"I can't stand those people who bully others because of their power, and I also believe in your abilities."
"I also take risks when I fight. What if they start slashing me with knives? I might end up getting caught in a trap."
"You seem pretty brave to me, how come you're so timid?"
"I'm not as brave as you. They're catching up quickly. How about we split up and run?" Song Yaoyang glanced back and suggested deliberately.
"No, my legs are too short. If we run separately and get caught, I'll be in big trouble. It's safer to stay with you." Xia Baozhu wasn't going to let Song Yaoyang off so easily with such a good opportunity.
"You seem to run quite easily, and you can still talk so much."
"It's alright, I haven't felt tired yet," Xia Baozhu said modestly. Soon she found a good place, "There's a small path over there, let's go in and confuse them."
"What if it's a dead end? If we go in, we'll be trapped like turtles in a jar."
Song Yaoyang spoke seriously, but his tone was relaxed, suggesting that he was more in a playful mood.
"There aren't that many 'what ifs,' so don't keep thinking about being a turtle," Xia Baozhu joked.
The two ran side by side, ignoring the thugs chasing them from behind. It looked more like they were doing a night run for exercise. Their running posture was standard and beautiful, and their steps were neat and uniform.
"You speak so crudely, it doesn't match your appearance at all."
"You are tall and strong, but you are not very big-minded."
The two people turned into the alley between the two buildings.
"Can you really catch a turtle in a jar by yourself?" Xia Baozhu asked with ill intent.
"No, a dozen people, I'm not that capable. But you can try being the bait." Song Yaoyang used their own tactics against them.
"Should we keep running?"
"Let's run." Song Yaoyang smiled as he saw a wall ahead.
He climbed up the wall in a few steps.
"You run, I'm tired."
Song Yaoyang's words were laced with schadenfreude and smugness; he was just waiting to see Xia Baozhu being chased and left in a sorry state.
"Then I'll take a break too." Xia Baozhu followed her up to the top of the wall, her movements graceful and elegant. In the dim light, she saw Song Yaoyang's wide-eyed expression and couldn't help but laugh.
"You've trained before, no wonder you're not afraid of them." Song Yaoyang suddenly realized why Xia Baozhu was so calm and collected; she was just like him.
"I've had some training."
In fact, apart from evening yoga, Xia Baozhu hasn't practiced martial arts for a long time.
One force can overcome ten techniques; many simple actions can become fatal to others when amplified by immense force.
She was afraid that if she practiced too much, she might accidentally kill someone, so she dared not practice anymore.
Even though she hadn't used many moves for a long time and had become a little rusty, it didn't affect her performance.
Watching the group of thugs run off in a daze, Xia Baozhu jumped off the wall.
Although Song Yaoyang didn't have to do anything tonight, I was still happy to be able to tease him a bit.
After all, she's not very magnanimous.
"Goodbye!" Xia Baozhu waved.
Song Yaoyang, sitting atop the wall, also waved, watching her leave.
Xia Baozhu took a car back to Taicheng the next morning.
She was very satisfied to have easily earned 10,000 yuan in four days, feeling as if she had picked up money from a pile.
It's a pity about the short film Huang Guangnian mentioned; if it could have been made, it would have cost at least 20,000.
Xia Baozhu suddenly had the idea of making a film, but she quickly shook her head.
She can run into a pervert like Huang Guangnian just by taking a photo. How many Huang Guangnians are there in the entertainment industry?
They lure men and women with fame and money, but it's incredibly difficult to stand out from the crowd. Those who refuse to conform will be squeezed out.
Xia Baozhu gave up on the idea, but she would still cherish any opportunity to be asked to pick up money in the future.
Back at the shop, the first thing Xia Baozhu did was install a telephone.
It will be much easier for others to contact her in the future; they will only need to make a phone call.
However, instead of placing the phone on the counter or in the front of the room, she hung it on the wall in the back kitchen.
Summer is here, and the streets are becoming more and more colorful.
Fashionable girls imitated the outfits in Qingdao movies, wearing tank tops and pencil skirts, their bare shoulders exposed, making the young men's eyes dart around.
Xia Baozhu kept up with the times, but she felt that the plain material of the pencil skirt made it difficult to walk freely.
She made two pencil skirts of different lengths using a highly elastic and lightweight fabric.
High elasticity means stronger coverage, making it easier to expose body flaws, especially in the waist, abdomen, and hip areas.
But Xia Baozhu didn't have such worries; she looked elegant and beautiful in her clothes.
Summer dresses are colorful and varied, and because of the hot weather, women change them frequently, so dresses are the most common item in a woman's wardrobe.
Xia Baozhu is no exception. Recently, she has been keen on making skirts, dresses, and skirts. She plans to make one of any style that looks good, whether it's innocent, sexy, or intellectual.
Lu Pingping has already had two dresses altered by her because of her skill; the altered dresses fit her waist better and accentuate her figure.
However, due to her husband's strong protest, Lu Pingping could only wear the clothes at home, and she had to give up her idea of continuing to alter the clothes.
Xia Baozhu received another letter from Sun Xingyan. He had finally made a big deal of his own, and his words were full of pride and smugness.
He told her to think carefully about where she wanted to open a food processing plant, and that he would invest in it.
He also sent her a package and told her to use it carefully.
There was also a poem on the back of the letter.
"The ospreys cry 'guan guan' on the river's islet. A fair maiden is the object of a gentleman's affections."
The watercress grows unevenly, drifting left and right. A graceful and virtuous lady, I long for her day and night.
I long for it but cannot have it; I yearn for it day and night. I toss and turn, unable to sleep.
The watercress grows unevenly, I gather it from left and right. A graceful and virtuous lady, I befriend her with zither and lute.
The watercress grows unevenly, gathered to the left and right. A graceful and virtuous lady is celebrated with bells and drums.
The handwriting in "寤寐思服" is darker than in other places, which must have been written with deep feeling.
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