Quick Transmigration: Targeted by the Boss

"Catch what." They all ran away, and they caught a fart.

Su Qiao glared at him fiercely, then turned and left.

Li Minglang, who had been waiting for a long time, quickly adjusted his glasses and stepped forward with a gentle face: "Miss Su, do you remember me?"

Su Qiao's eyes lingered on his face for two seconds, "Are you... the doctor in the health center?"

Unexpectedly, Su Qiao still remembered him, Li Minglang nodded with a smile: "Yes, I am that doctor."

Remembering the business, he hurriedly pointed to Mr. He beside him and said:

"Oh, by the way, Miss Su, this is Mr. He. He is a master of traditional Chinese medicine. He is very interested in your acupuncture."

Mr. He introduced himself with a smile: "Hello, little girl, my surname is He, you can just call me Mr. He."

Saying that, he pointed to the young man who was fighting with Su Qiao just now: "This stinky boy is my grandson. He is called He Chengwu. He is a martial arts idiot. I hope you will forgive him for his recklessness."

He Chengwu quickly apologized with a smile: "Well, I'm sorry, I saw your agility just now, and the punches and legs you made had special rules, so I offended you on a whim."

Li Minglang explained: "Miss Su, my tutors are here to find you, do you see...?"

When Su Qiao saw the doctor, she understood their purpose, frowned slightly at this time, and refused very simply: "I said earlier that my acupuncture method is not rumored."

"This...?" Li Minglang looked back at Mr. He.

Old He didn't care about Su Qiao's attitude and said with a smile:

"Girl Su, I promise you, I won't ask you for acupuncture advice, I just want to see if your acupuncture is as amazing as my student said."

Before Su Qiao could answer, Fu Jingyao gave a cold face, took Su Qiao's hand and left, "I'm sorry, she still has something to do."

Li Minglang's eyes fell on the hands of the two of them, and a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes behind the lens, and then he looked at Mr. He: "Teacher, what should I do now?"

He Lao looked calm and shook his head slightly: "Some ancient inheritances have ancestral teachings, but rumors are normal."

The little girl has been able to fight with his grandson for so long, which shows that his martial arts are not weak.

In this era, to still have such a systematic number of martial arts methods, the little girl must be the inheritor of some master, or her ancestors are capable people.

That one-handed magical acupuncture method makes sense.

The three of Mr. He and his entourage took advantage of the excitement and returned in disappointment, but except for Li Minglang, who was a little frustrated, the other grandfathers and grandsons were in a good mood.

When he got home, Fu Jingyao still had a cold face, and his tone was not very good: "Where is the injury?"

"It's okay, those little bastards can't hurt me yet." Su Qiao looked disapproving.

"I asked about the surnamed He, did he hurt you?" Fu Jingyao's face was stinky.

The surnamed He, his eyes were about to touch her.

And that doctor, who just met at the hospital last time, even chased after him to the village.

Su Qiao didn't get to the point he cared about at all, "Oh, no, it's all up to the point, it won't hurt."

Fu Jingyao's face became even more stinky: "Hmph, so far, you haven't had enough fun, and you want to play more with him?"

Su Qiao later found out that he was angry, blinked, and explained in a good voice: "I didn't see that he was not from the village, and I was afraid that he would hurt the villagers, so I wanted to try more."

"I know that you remember the people in the village, why don't you think about yourself?"

She is a girl, her legs are not as big as others' arms, and she even dares to fight with others.

Fu Jingyao was about to be mad at her, and returned to the room angrily.

With a 'bang', the door was slammed shut.