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Don't Mess with this Son-in-Law

Chapter: 737

Everyone who drives a luxury car dared to smash a brick directly at a person’s head. Didn’t they look for death in the past?
Besides, he soiled his clothes, and lost hundreds of dollars in these big pots of porridge!
Yu Sheng is a regular customer with him. If it is someone else, the stall owner will ignore it, but Yu Sheng’s words are a bit sad to see him suffer.
Quickly stepped forward and stopped in front of Yu Sheng and Xiao Shui, and reminded: “You are not going to trouble him, are you? Just now you saw this man arrogant and domineering, just dirty his clothes, forget it. Bar!”
“Thanks to the boss for reminding me, but this matter is definitely not forgotten. Don’t worry, I will help you get your money back.”
After Yu Sheng said these words, he ignored the stall owner and walked around him to the Ferrari owner Song Zijing.
The stall owner sighed. He had reminded Yu Sheng that if he really suffered any loss because of his ignorance, it would have nothing to do with him.
At this time, Song Zijing also noticed that two people walked in his direction, and instantly became interested.
Could it be that these two people don’t know what’s good or bad to find it troublesome?
That being the case, come on! Except for his old-fashioned father, Song Zijing still has no fear of anyone!
Yu Sheng and Xiao Shui had already walked to Song Zijing’s. They just gave him a cold look, and Yu Sheng squatted down to examine the wound on the middle-aged man’s head.
The blood on the middle-aged man’s wound was still flowing intently, and it seemed that he was smashed. Yu Sheng’s sword eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and he immediately tapped his acupuncture points on the middle-aged man’s body to stop the blood.
“I’ll stop the blood for you. Go to the hospital and get a bandage. After all, it hurts your head. You shouldn’t underestimate it.” Yu Sheng said, picking up the banknotes thrown by Song Zijing on the ground and giving them all to the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man looked at the young man who was only in his twenties with a shocked look, and then poked him a few times in an understatement. The blood on his forehead didn’t flow.
A domineering person who doesn’t care about the feelings of others at all, and a humble and polite, helping others, how come the gap between young people and young people is so big?
The middle-aged uncle glanced at the banknotes in his hand. There was about 50,000 yuan. He repaired the car window glass and then went to the hospital to take care of his head injuries.
Saying thanks to Yu Sheng, the middle-aged man looked at Song Zijing again and sighed. This is the only thing to do.
The place where he smashed his head was still aching, and the middle-aged man had to endure the grievance in his heart.
“Don’t worry! I will let him apologize to you.” Yu Sheng patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder and said.
“Are you fucking daring to do Laozi’s nostalgia? Are you impatient?” Song Zijing couldn’t help cursing when someone dared to take care of his business.
Song Zijing glanced at Yu Sheng and Xiao Shui casually, and didn’t put the two of them in his eyes, thinking that Yu Sheng was just a fellow who knew nothing about life and death.
For the rest of his life, he only wore a vest, with mud spots of different sizes on his face, and Xiao Shui’s clothes were wet, and he was dressed in adult clothes. The two looked like beggars on the street.
“My son and I were having breakfast over there. You drove by and splashed us all over. Should we settle this account?” Yu Sheng said coldly.
What Song Zijing did for the rest of his life just now is in my eyes, so I must educate this guy in front of me.

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