Chapter 200: Really little beauty

Zhao Yiming looked at the little beggar who was arguing with her, with a smile in her heart. She used to particularly like reading Old Man Jin's books, but she still remembers the little beggar Huang Rong.
Maybe this little beggar in front of me is also a little beauty. Even if it's not a little beauty, maybe it's a master of dust, everyone can chat.
He laughed and said, "Little second, don't argue with that little brother. Whatever he wants is on my head."
The little beggar shook off Xiao Er and came to him in two steps. Looking at him with a smile on his face, he pinched his waist and said, "Am I familiar with you? What you do is counted on your head."
Zhao Yiming spread his hands and said, "I think meeting my little brother is destined. Isn't it okay to make friends with you? If the little brother doesn't like it, how about sitting down and having a drink with me?"
The little beggar raised his head and said, "Drink a drink, don't I be afraid that you won't make it?" After speaking, he sat opposite him, picked up his chopsticks and started eating.
Zhao Yiming smiled and said, "There is a very famous story in my hometown. It is said that there was a silly boy who came out to walk the rivers and lakes for the first time and met a little beggar.
The silly boy tried his best to the little beggar, and finally moved the little beggar. The little beggar turned into a beautiful little beauty, and his father was one of the five most famous masters in the world.
This little beauty is devoted to that stupid boy and does everything he can to help him. In the end, this silly boy became the best player in the world and was admired by everyone.
But the happiest thing about this silly boy was to tie the knot with that little beauty. Then the two of them stayed and flew, and became the envy of the world. "
The little beggar's face was thick and dirt, and there was no change in his complexion, but there was a visibly panic flashing through those clear and bright eyes.
Zhao Yiming laughed, reaching out and grabbing the little beggar's hand, feeling that this little hand was weak and boneless, and it was particularly delicate in the palm of his hand.
His mind moved, could it be that his luck was so good that he could run into a smart little beauty like Rong'er and stay with him for life.
The little beggar struggled hard, retracted his hands, and stared at him very dissatisfiedly, saying, "I don't believe your story. If that little beggar is really a little beauty, how can I fall in love with that stupid boy."
Zhao Yiming smiled and said: "Fate is so wonderful and unspeakable, you don't necessarily see it right at any time, and then he sang the spark of love.
I see that the eyes of the little brother are clear and bright. I don't know if the little brother is a little beauty. Although I am not a silly boy, I am willing to help the little beauty. "
The little beggar smiled and said, "What if the little beautiful woman makes you take your heart out?"
Zhao Yiming shrugged and said, "If she is willing, then she doesn't love me. If she loves me, even if I don't need to take it out, she will feel the sincere feelings in my heart."
The little beggar snorted from his nose and said: "You men are so hypocritical. You talk about everything. When you are really asked to do it, you will push three things."
Zhao Yiming curled his lips and said, "What do we call a man? Are you really a man, little brother, then let me see if you are a little beauty."
He said that he suddenly lifted the wine in his hand and put it on the face of the little beggar. He used skillful energy and would not hurt the little beggar, but he washed away the dirt on her face. Eight eight.
The little beggar's reaction was also very quick. He blocked his face with his hand, and then his body was upside down, and he disappeared outside the door in the blink of an eye.
With a startled glance, Zhao Yiming only saw the lower half of the little beggar's face. The entire lower jaw was extremely smooth, the corners of the mouth were slightly upturned, and the skin was crystal clear and shiny. The lower half of the face alone was definitely more than ninety points.
In fact, this is not his impulse, but he thinks that Guo Jing and Huang Rong can only happen in the novel. This little beggar appeared in front of him at this time. If it was a coincidence, he would not believe that he was killed.
And he didn't think that he would have any kind of arrogance, those tigers were shocked, the little brother bowed to his head, and the beautiful women cried and shouted and hugged them. It was all nonsense.
The little beggar ran away all the way, touched his face with his hand and restored the face of the country and the city. Both eyes were full of hate. From childhood to this big, she has always been playing tricks on other people. Others played a game.
She gritted her teeth and said, "You kid, let me remember, if I don't clean up, you are obedient, I am not the little witch Zhou Xiyao, the lady of the Fallen City."
Zhao Yiming suddenly sneezed twice and said to himself: "One sneeze thinks, two sneeze scolds, I am the one who provokes someone, and he scolds me behind his back."
After he was full of food and drink, he threw a twenty-two golden ticket to the little one. Looking at the drunk donkey, he couldn't help but shook his head secretly. He felt that if he meets the second brother again next time, he can let the donkey and the second brother. Contest, who can drink whom.
The donkey who had drunk looked very excited, and ran quickly with him. Suddenly a woman in red flashed in front of him. The donkey could not stop for a moment, and rushed towards the woman.
The woman in red was so frightened that she fell to the ground. But the donkey is also capable, and flew directly from her body.
Zhao Yiming angrily patted the donkey's head with his hand and said, "You think you are a rich second-generation, and you dare to drive a donkey on the road. What if you hit someone? If you don't behave, I will kill you for meat."
The donkey rang a big nose, and actually made a humane look of embarrassment. Zhao Yiming shook his head helplessly and walked towards the woman in red.
The woman was sitting down on the road with sweat on her face. Zhao Yiming walked to her side and said, "You are fine, girl, I'm really sorry, my donkey is driving drunk."
The woman looked a little bit painful and said: "My son who doesn't get in the way, but the foot seems to be twisted, and the whole person can't stand up. I want to rest for a while and be fine.
Zhao Yiming stretched out his hand and picked up the woman's right foot. He didn't expect the woman to look ordinary, but this foot was small and exquisite, and it looked very beautiful.
He gently squeezed the woman's ankle with his hand, and secretly probed it with his true essence. There were indeed some contusions in the soft tissue inside, which seemed not to be a fake.
He rubbed it lightly with his hand, and then entered a real yuan to repair the injured soft tissue, and then looked at the woman apologetically.