Zhang Minghui, who was despised by a little kid younger than him, could not help but throw the book on the table and stood up.

Soon, he realized that he was right to stand.

Because he is taller than Mo Ziyi.

"I just read the book, what does it have to do with you?"

Zhang Minghui glared at Mo Ziyi angrily and threw the matter of him being Wen Jin's relative outside the clouds.

Zi Yi frowned, "Why are you so fierce? You scared Qingqing, I can't spare you."

"Bah, aren't you just a rich child with a little money at home? Do you think you can't afford it? How can you not spare me? Can you beat me?"

Zhang Minghui felt that the little kid in front of him became more and more disliked.

Bai has an unparalleled handsome face.

Zi Yi shook his head and looked at Zhang Minghui with pity, "Are you mentally retarded? One hand is wrapped in a bandage, the other hand is swollen like a pig's head, and you still want to fight with me. I, Mo Zi Yi, never bully the elderly, the weak, the sick and the disabled."

What the hell is the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled?

Zhang Minghui's face was so angry that it turned pale and green. Qingqing, who was sitting beside Ziyi, looked at Zhang Minghui with some fear, and gently grabbed the corner of Ziyi's clothes, "Brother."

Zi Yi smiled at her gently, "Qingqing is not afraid, let's see your brother deal with the bad guys."

When Zhang Minghui saw Zi Yi standing up, he warned, "Little brat, I beat you to tears in a while, you are not allowed to complain."

Zi Yi sneered, "I should say this to you, Zhang Minghui, if you are beaten down by me, you will be your follower in the future. Will you dare to obey my orders?"

"What if you lose?"

Zhang Minghui asked back, and he looked at Zi Yi. This little brat was half a head lower than him and looked white and tender. With his experience of fighting since childhood, it was impossible for him to be unable to beat him.

Looking at his rich young man who has never suffered, even if he is injured now, he can beat him to cry and call him mom.

"You will soon know the consequences of the duel with me." Zi Yi replied confidently.

After he finished speaking, he turned to Qingqing who was sitting on the sofa and said, "Qingqing, sit here and don't be allowed to come down. I'll give you candy later."

"elder brother."

Qingqing blinked her clear big eyes and looked at Zi Yi uneasy.

Zi Yi touched her white face, gentle and patient, "When my brother takes this follower."

Last night, my second uncle said that as long as he could subdue Zhang Minghui, he could put forward any conditions. Ziyi was thinking all night whether to take away wisdom or use force.

I had just met Zhang Minghui and said a few words to him, but he decided to beat him with force until he was convinced.

In another office, Wen Jin was drinking tea while watching the video.

Taking the confrontation between Zi Yi and Zhang Minghui in his eyes, a shallow curve appeared on the corner of his mouth. Zi Yi and Zhang Minghui fought, one relied on the advantage of height and the other relied on the basis of fists and feet since childhood.

Zhang Minghui may be able to fight, but Zi Yi was strictly demanded by Mo Xiuchen since he was a child, and neither Qingfeng nor Qingyang dared to let go.

Zhang Minghui may not be his opponent.

What's more, Zhang Minghui was still injured.

Therefore, he was not worried at all and was waiting for Zi Yi to subdue Zhang Minghui.

In his office, Qingqing heard the sound of fighting, grabbed the edge of the sofa and stood up, lay on the sofa and looked over, then saw Zhang Minghui being stepped on by her brother.

He grabbed his collar with one hand and looked down on Zhang Minghui like a king. Qingqing was happy, and innocently clapped her applause, shouting happily, "Brother."

In just a few moves, Mo Ziyi completely defeated Zhang Minghui with a complete crushing.

When Zi Yi heard Qingqing call her brother, she looked up at Qingqing and smiled, and looked at Zhang Minghui who was trampled under her feet, "Zhang Minghui, are you convinced?"

Zhang Minghui's face turned red, "I'm convinced."

Although he gritted his teeth when he spoke, Zi Yi still let him go.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Minghui, who had climbed up from the ground, took advantage of Zi Yi's turn and wanted to attack him, but Zi Yi avoided him and twisted his arm instead. Zhang Minghui screamed in pain.

"Overbial ability."

Zi Yi snorted coldly and threw away Zhang Minghui.

Zhang Minghui felt unstable and fell to the ground again. Looking at the calm Mo Ziyi, he closed his eyes and really gave in, "I'll keep my word, I'll listen to you from now on."

Ziyi walked to the sofa and hugged Qingqing, who was stretching out her hands to ask him to hug, "Brother will peel the candy for you."

As he said, he took out a candy from his pocket, peeled the candy paper and fed it to Qingqing's mouth. Qingqing narrowed her eyes and stuck out her tongue to lick the candy.

"Children cannot eat candy, they will eat bad teeth."

Zhang Minghui got up from the ground and walked towards Ziyi and Qingqing.

Zi Yi glanced at him, with an expression that you thought I didn't understand. After Qingqing licked it twice, he threw the candy into his mouth.

"I just licked her, not to eat her."

Zhang Minghui opened his eyes wide, "You still eat what she licked, and there was saliva on it, it was very dirty."

"You are dirty. Qingqing is my future girlfriend. How can the person who wants to be my wife in the future be dirty? People who have never been in love don't understand."

At the end of the story, Zi Yi did not hide his contempt.

Zhang Minghui's mouth twitched, girlfriend?

"You just said that after losing, I will listen to me, right?"

"Um."

"Are you literate?"

Zi Yi looked at the book he threw on the coffee table and asked coldly.

“I’m learning.”

A hint of unnatural flashed in Zhang Minghui's eyes. In front of a child younger than him, Zhang Minghui would still be embarrassed to admit that he was illiterate.

**

Jing Xiao tea coded for two hours, and when he stood up to rest, he dialed Wen Jin's phone number.

She was still worried about Zhang Minghui, especially Wen Jin said she wanted to introduce Ziyi to Zhang Minghui as a young teacher. If Zhang Minghui hurts Ziyi, that would be amazing.

The phone rang a few times, and Wen Jin's voice came gently, "Hey."

"Brother Wen, Xiaohui didn't cause you any trouble, did you?"

Jing Xiaocha said with concern, and Wen Jin chuckled on the other end of the phone, "Don't worry, he has been subdued by Zi Yi and is willing to be Zi Yi's follower. He is working hard to complete the task that Zi Yi ordered him."

"Really?"

Jing Xiaocha let out a long breath, and finally let go of the worries in his heart.

"Well, you don't have to worry anymore. If Ziyi helps you with control in the future, he will be much more obedient."

Zhang Minghui is a boy, and sometimes, using force to solve the problem is the most direct way.

Although he is a few years older than Ziyi, Ziyi is very smart, so it is also a good idea to let Zhang Minghui practice his skills since he was a child.

"Brother Wen, I don't know how to thank you anymore."

Of course, Jing Xiaocha was happy that someone helped her take care of Zhang Minghui. Zhang Minghui had always misunderstood her. She was afraid that even if Zhang Minghui lived in her house and agreed to her treaty, she did not really want to learn well.
Chapter completed!