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Fang Zinan slightly raised his head and swept his gaze across Shang Yiqing's face. Looking at her menacing expression, he suddenly felt that it was funny. He only maintained his composure and asked calmly: "What do you want?"

"What do I want? Is there even a need to ask? " Shang Yiqing waved her fist, glaring at him with her two eyes.

Fang Zinan's curiosity was rising nonstop. When he had first met her, he had only remembered her sorry figure. But now, he had only seen her for the second time, and she had already become his wangfei. Thinking back to the last time they met, Fang Zinan smiled coyly, his bright eyes staring straight at Shang Yiqing without saying a word.

"What are you laughing at?" The smile Shang Yiqing gave him was filled with anger. Her black and white eyes were filled with uncontrollable rage.

Fang Zinan ignored her and went to undress himself.

"What are you doing?" Shang Yiqing didn't know whether to beat him up to vent her anger or to scold him to resolve her hatred, but she didn't expect this Prince Rong to begin to take off his clothes. Her face changed as she couldn't help but ask.

"What do you think I should do?" A trace of shrewdness flashed across Fang Zinan's clear eyes.

Great! This fellow was truly despicable and shameless. Who would want to marry him? Shang Yiqing pointed at his nose and said word by word, "Listen carefully, I will never marry you." Furthermore, you treated me like that last time. I said that when I see you again, I will definitely teach you a lesson. Listen up, I'm going to beat you up right now! "

"Oh?" Fang Zinan was finally moved. He raised his eyebrows and looked at her with ridicule, as if he doubted his words.

"Don't think that I wouldn't beat you up just because you're my husband. Someone like you should be taught a bit of violence!" It suddenly occurred to Shang Yiqing that it would be inconvenient for him to take action if she was wearing a wedding suit. She undid the buttons on her shirt and got ready to go.

Now it was Fang Zinan's turn to be shocked. He didn't expect Shang Yiqing to begin taking off her clothes. She clearly said she was going to do something to him, so why did she take off her clothes? How strange!

Shang Yiqing took off her big red wedding dress, only wearing the middle garment. She shook her hands, feeling much lighter, walked towards the bed and grabbed Fang Zinan's collar, saying fiercely: "I'm going to beat you up now, just open your peach blossom face!"

"Wait?" Fang Zinan didn't try to break free of her grasp and just asked: "Why did you hit her?"

"Is there even a need to ask? The last time you stole my flower, you saw me being assaulted, so you didn't care at all. You still have the nerve to say that? " Shang Yiqing swung out her fist, which was only a few inches away from Fang Zinan's nose.

"Don't worry!" Fang Zinan only said in a soft voice, "You are my wife now, and on the wedding night, you beat my husband. How dare you? Are you not afraid? "

"Of course I'm scared, but if I don't teach you a lesson, I really can't take this lying down!" Shang Yiqing aimed a punch right at his left eye like a bolt of lightning. In any case, she couldn't care so much. It didn't matter if this person was her husband or not. Just based on what he had done that day, she would not be able to quell her hatred even once! If it wasn't for the righteous rescue that day, the aftereffects would have been unimaginable.

She threw a fist at him. Fang Zinan seemed to move, but at the same time, he didn't. She thought she had hit him, but when she looked again, she saw that he had missed.

What the hell!

Shang Yiqing waved her fist again, but Fang Ziyan seemed to move again, and she missed again.

Shang Yiqing was infuriated. She loosened her grip on his collar and clenched both of her hands into fists. She punched him several times, whether it was his left eye, right eye, nose or chin.

Fang Zinan seemed to have moved five or six times. Each of his punches landed squarely on Tang Wulin's face, but none of them hit him.

Suddenly, he heard Fang Zinan say: "Enough!"

Shang Yiqing wanted to wave her palm. There was no need to use a chop; this fellow was a little strange. She had to brace herself and deal with him! The back of her hand was placed between the muscles of the neck and the spine of the mandible. Although she had used all her strength, her hand still felt as if it had been stuck to something, and couldn't be pulled back.

"Let me go!" Shang Yiqing was so angry that her cheeks turned red.

Fang Zinan smiled, turned his head, bowed, and left. Shang Ziqing was still holding his arm, but when she angrily tried to pull it out, she abruptly loosened it and slammed into the bed rail. She was so angry and embarrassed that her nose almost crooked from anger!

Fang Zinan saw that she was frowning in anger and wanted to tease her a bit. He didn't know why, but when he thought of something and the blood rushed to his head, his face actually turned red.

Shang Yiqing, who had old and new grudges against him, stomped her foot and roared as she sent a backhand slap towards Ye Mo.

Her palm didn't hit Fang Zinan at all. Instead, she held it with her hand: "Are you done yet?"

"What did you say?" Are you done with what? " Shang Yiqing was furious. It seemed like this bullsh * t prince was not as weak as the outsiders claimed. With her skill, she could not even touch him. That was really annoying!

Fang Zinan let go of her hand and coldly said, "You are not my opponent, so stop fighting. You should rest early."

The more Shang Yiqing thought about it, the angrier she became. Last time, she had used too much strength and failed to hit him. She was too useless! Thinking about this, she suddenly raised her leg and kicked. She didn't expect to kick at the chest of Fang Zinan. He yelled and fell backwards.

Shang Yiqing was surprised, she did not expect to kick China's Zinan, and forgot that he was a weak patient. Seeing him fall backwards, she was shocked and hurried over to help him up, "Hey, how are you doing? Are you all right? I thought you could avoid it? "

Fang Zinan didn't expect to kick her in the chest. He felt his chest choking and his pale face blushing. Shang Yiqing patted his back in worry before letting out a sigh of relief.

Shang Yiqing was a bit embarrassed. What he did last time was hateful, but she kicked him, so it was even. Furthermore, he was a thin and weak patient and her husband. She couldn't possibly die on the first day of marriage, could she?

Fang Zinan's pale face had a blush on it as he replied with a hint of anger, "You want to beat me to death?"

"Who asked you to do that to me last time. This time, I'll consider it even!" Shang Yiqing let go of his hands and took a step back. She stood there with her hands on her hips. Although she said it was even, she was still unconvinced.