Dressed As the Younger Brother of Four Pet Sisters and Crazy Demons

Chen Yu'an spoke word by word, with a cold tone:

"Which hand?"

Mo Wanggui didn't understand the reason for his anger at all, so he confessed frankly:

"Both hands, left and right are beaten, why, are you going to cut me off?"

"Why not?"

There was a trace of sick madness in Chen Yu'an's calm tone, which made it easy to tell that he was seriously thinking about it.

Mo Wanggui: "..."

Just because he beat up the little brat, his good brother is going to cut off his hands?

Good guy, when did the little bunny become so attractive? !

"Third brother, you can't beat me."

Mo Wanggui calmly stated a fact.

Others may not know his identity, but Chen Yu'an and Li Jin must know it.

It's not that he is self-aggrandizing. Objectively speaking, there are absolutely no more than five people in this world who can beat him.

This is with the addition of Li Qinian.

"Whether you can beat it or not is one thing, but whether you are willing to fight is another. See you in the training room on the first floor after the banquet tomorrow."

After Chen Yu'an finished speaking indifferently, he hung up the phone without giving Mo Wanggui a chance to refuse.

Mo Wanggui laughed twice, stretched out two fingers, and patted Li Qinian's forehead:

"You brat, when did you bribe Chen Yu'an behind my back?"

Among their brothers, Chen Yu'an seemed gentle, but actually he was the most difficult to get close to.

Because the place where Mo Wanggui answered the phone was a little far away from her, Li Qinian didn't hear the content of the conversation between the two clearly.

"What are you farting?"

Mo Wanggui: "..."

Such a swearing mouth, it would be a pity not to use it for cupping.

"For the sake of being able to fight, you little bastard, I don't care about you today."

Mo Wanggui held back his grievances, called a private doctor, and said angrily:

"Did you see? His ugly face is going to meet people tomorrow night. Give him a good swelling, and don't embarrass me!"

"this……"

The doctor looked at Li Qinian's injury, and said hesitantly:

"Mr. Mo, with such a serious injury, it may be difficult to reduce the swelling within a day..."

Mo Wanggui sneered: "Why would I ask you if it's not difficult? A salary of one million a month supports you. Do you think I'm doing charity?!"

The private doctor shuddered: "...I, I will try my best, but I really can't guarantee that the young master will recover in one day..."

"Oh, then you can retire early."

Mo Wanggui started threatening without sympathy.

private doctor:"………"

"It's okay, just try your best, it really can't reduce the swelling, I'll try to cover it up with base makeup."

Li Qinian relieved the doctor, turned to look at Mo Wanggui, and said in a strange voice:

"After all, I can't blame you for this. Who let some people who don't have a good face keep hitting them in the face."

The faceless Mo Wanggui: "..."

………

After several hours of treatment, Li Qinian and Mo Wanggui returned to the SOG base together.

As soon as he entered the door, there were several figures waiting for him.

"Three trials?"

Mo Wanggui paused when he entered the door, and then returned to normal.

The three elder brothers looked at the wound on Li Qinian's face, their faces were darkened, and one was uglier than the other.

The tone of the season is not good, and it is the first to attack:

"Tomorrow is the banquet, you still dare to hit him in the face?"