Chapter 1687

Chapter 1687

Morning.

Around eleven.

In the study of the quadrangle courtyard, Dong Xuebing sat there watching a movie, completely ignoring the presence of Fang Wenping outside. He had no intention of paying attention to her.

After eating, he didn't wash the dishes.

He even asked me to cook lunch.

Why don't you go and die?

You've gotten used to this bad habit of yours.

Dong Xuebing had eaten quite a lot in the morning anyway, so he didn't plan to leave the room. He intended to watch movies until the afternoon. If that didn't work out, he could take another nap in the afternoon. He didn't want to communicate with Fang Wenping anymore. She was too infuriating. Her mindset was too domineering, making it impossible to communicate. Dong Xuebing wanted her clothes to dry quickly so he could kick Fang Wenping out sooner. He couldn't stand it anymore. Even his famously lazy wife, Xie Huilan, wasn't as picky as Fang Wenping. She made Dong Xuebing speechless. It would be fine even if they were relatives, but they weren't at all. They were hardly acquainted and had almost fought every time they met. That was roughly the extent of their relationship. She was even shameless enough to think so.

The movie was still playing.

Dong Xuebing hummed along as he watched, having seen through Fang Wenping's true colors. Even after washing her clothes and feeding her water, Dong Xuebing felt like he had gone mad. He decided not to bother with her anymore. Love was out of the question.

Soft-heartedness.

It's not possible anymore.

Dong Xuebing didn't want to deal with Fang Wenping, so she came looking for him instead.

Without warning, the study door creaked open from the outside, startling Dong Xuebing, who turned his head to look.

"What's up?" Dong Xuebing was annoyed.

Fang Wenping said coldly, "I'm hungry, so make some food."

Dong Xuebing replied neither warmly nor coldly, "Do you see me paying attention to you? If you're hungry, make it yourself."

"I don't know how to cook. Buy some vegetables. Let's have something light for lunch," said Fang Wenping, tightening the towel wrapped around her voluptuous body as she extended her hand.

"I already told you I'm not going to do anything," Dong Xuebing replied impatiently.

Fang Wenping looked at him coldly.

But Dong Xuebing didn't look at her and continued watching the movie. He lit a cigarette and took a few puffs, firmly drawing the line with Fang Wenping.

One second.

Two seconds.

Fang Wenping spoke again, "Where's the bathroom?"

"Go out and turn right. It's in the alley," Dong Xuebing replied irritably.

"Outside?" Fang Wenping frowned. "Don't you have a toilet in your courtyard?"

The man said, "Come with us. How much for a night?"

Dong Xuebing immediately understood. Fang Wenping was too beautiful, with a great figure, and she went out wearing only a towel. Several drunk men mistook her for a prostitute. After all, most people living in the alleys of Beijing were outsiders, and many houses were rented out. It wasn't uncommon for prostitutes to live in some of them, so these men were too eager to surround Fang Wenping.

Fang Wenping was surrounded by them and looked very petite. Many people around were watching and gossiping, enjoying the spectacle.

Normally, Dong Xuebing and Fang Wenping had a bad relationship, and he should have been eager to see her embarrassed. However, for some reason, Dong Xuebing suddenly felt very annoyed. Watching them harass Fang Wenping, he felt anger surging in his head. Even if this woman was a bit of a troublemaker, she was staying in my house today. She is my guest. Seeing how Fang Ran and Fang Shuiling looked, he might become relatives with Fang Wenping. What kind of meaning was it if even the woman who walked out of my house dared to be cursed at?

I'm giving you face.

I can curse her, but do you have the right to curse her?

Aunt Ci followed behind, "Xiao Dong, let's call the police and let the police handle it."

But Dong Xuebing waved his hand without looking back, staring at them. He strode up and didn't even curse or say a word. He kicked one of the middle-aged men nearest to him, and with a dull thud, the man flew out.

"Ah!"

"Brother Zhang!"

"Old Zhang!"

He fell heavily to the ground.

Old Zhang screamed in pain, seeming to have broken his waist.

Aunt Ci behind him was dumbfounded, and some neighbors who knew Dong Xuebing also stared wide-eyed. Damn, it's on now.

But this was Dong Xuebing's way of doing things.

"Damn it."

"You bastard."

"What the hell are you doing?"

Several other men saw the situation and rushed over.

Fang Wenping frowned but didn't say anything.

"Xiao Dong, be careful," an elderly neighbor finally realized that Dong Xuebing knew this woman and hurriedly reminded him. After all, there were several people on the other side.

But Dong Xuebing didn't care about these people. If his combat power were still being suppressed by them, Dong Xuebing wouldn't be able to live with himself. He couldn't afford to lose to these people.

Ah, what am I doing now?

Getting angry for his woman.

No, it shouldn't be called his woman. At most, it's called being angry for a woman.