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"Miss Wen."
A sowhat sullen voice sounded:
"What's wrong?"
"If soone is bullying you, you can tell , Old Hu. Here in Mai Lun, no one can take advantage of Miss Wen in front of ."
Fang Zheng turned around and looked at the newcor.
This Old Hu had a strong build with extrely exaggerated muscle lines. The oversized sleeveless vest that looked loose on others appeared like tight clothing on him.
Fang Zheng's gaze was not friendly.
However, compared to the other's enthusiastic protection, Wen Lei was clearly indifferent, subconsciously frowning, and turned to fiddle with the equipnt:
"It's none of your business."
"None of my business." Old Hu chuckled, not caring, and shifted his gaze to Fang Zheng:
"Pretty boy, are you the one who made Miss Wen cry?"
Pretty boy?
Fang Zheng touched his cheek, surprisingly not too angry, but rather feeling so sentint.
Damn...
After so many years, I finally got called a pretty boy once. But ever since the Hundred Days Foundation Establishnt, my skin indeed improved a lot.
"Do you know Miss Wen is the goddess of Mai Lun Fashion? Where did you co from? Or are you here specifically to flirt with beauties?"
Saying that, Old Hu's expression was already sowhat unfriendly.
Compared to other places, the strength training area already had fewer beauties, especially rare ones like Wen Lei, whom he was the first to take an interest in.
Although the other party never reciprocated his feelings, he never lost hope.
"Boss Wen."
Fang Zheng shook his head, ignored Old Hu, and approached Wen Lei:
"Tongchuang is okay, but it may not be suitable for you. Your boss, Manager He, is obviously targeting you; staying longer is just a waste of ti."
"Even if I make this deal through you, are you sure you can advance further in Tongchuang?"
"Ha..." Wen Lei lightly laughed:
"So Boss Fang is considering my future?"
"Mm..." Fang Zheng pursed his lips, gesturing with his hand:
"I'd like to invite you to join my company. Didn't you say you wanted to start your own business in the future? You can co to my company first to gain so experience."
"Slap!"
Old Hu swung a palm, knocking away Fang Zheng's inviting hand.
"So it's a rich second generation."
He snorted coldly:
"Miss Wen, don't fall for his trick. I've seen too many rich second generations, each one idle and flirtatious."
"When looking for a partner, you should choose a real man like !"
Saying this, he bent his arm slightly, showing off his massive biceps, though a strong sll of sweat imdiately wafted over.
"Hu Zhou, that's enough!" Wen Lei took a step back, sowhat exasperated:
"This is my personal matter; it's none of your business. Could you please leave!"
"Miss Wen, I can't just stand by and watch you get deceived." Old Hu's face was solemn:
"You have no idea how many ignorant girls have been tricked by such pretty boys; he might not even be a rich second generation."
"I'm indeed not a rich second generation." Fang Zheng spread his hands.
"See," Old Hu said:
"He admitted it himself."
Wen Lei clenched her fists, her body trembling slightly, her heart already angry.
Old Hu seed to be showing concern, but his actions were extrely overbearing, treating her like an ignorant girl between the lines.
It was as if...
She was his possession!
As a woman aiming to be a strong figure in business, Wen Lei couldn't stand this behavior.
"Miss Wen."
Old Hu switched his wrist slightly, saying:
"Do you want to help you drive him away?"
"Hmm?"
Wen Lei's beautiful eyes flickered.
After thinking for a mont, she suddenly smiled:
"That works!"
Nodding, she looked at Fang Zheng, pointing at Old Hu:
"If you can make him stop bothering , I might consider your offer."
"Oh!" Fang Zheng raised an eyebrow:
"Really?"
"Old Hu... Is that right?" he looked at Old Hu:
"My friend says she doesn't like you bothering her. As a man, it's best to have so manners. How about keeping so distance in the future?"
"Hmph!" Old Hu's expression darkened:
"You're the one pestering Miss Wen."
"How about this!" Wen Lei crossed her arms in front of her chest, looking at the two with interest:
"Why don't you two have a match in the ring? Whoever wins will agree to the other party's request?"
"Alright!" Old Hu's eyes lit up:
"Miss Wen, if I win, can you be my girlfriend?"
"Impossible!" Wen Lei's face darkened:
"But if you win, I will indeed be grateful."
"That's enough." Old Hu grinned, rotating his hands, his knuckles cracking, and looking at Fang Zheng with an unfriendly gaze:
"Kid, dare to accept the challenge?"
Fang Zheng was speechless; he glanced at Wen Lei, who was making faces as if enjoying the show, and could only nod.
"Alright then!"
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"Soone's going up to the ring!"
"This ti it looks for real!"
"Really?"
"..."
Apparently, even at Mai Lun, not many people often use the ring, let alone hold formal matches in it.
The actions of Old Hu and Fang Zheng drew the attention of quite a few people.
"I heard these two are having a boxing match to win the beauty's favor, but Old Hu's physique surely gives him an advantage."
"A beauty's smile is worth a thousand gold coins..."
"That person doesn't seem too wise!"
"Old Hu used to be a professional boxer, though he switched to fitness; he hasn't lost his foundation. That guy's in trouble."
"..."
Whispers filled the air; quite a crowd gathered around the ring to watch the drama unfold.
Regarding the two who were about to go on stage, the majority were rooting for Old Hu.
After all, compared to Old Hu's exaggerated physique, Fang Zheng, though not small, still lacked an imposing presence, making him less confidence-inspiring.
"Leilei."
A woman leaned forward:
"Did that person offend you, and you let Old Hu teach him a lesson?"
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