Quick Transmigration Female Supporting Character: Male God, Please Lie Down

The people opposite him booed and shouted when they saw Yue Qingyou arrive.

"Pooh!"

Zhao Junyan spat out a mouthful of blood and gave them a cold look.

"Do you look down on women?"

Yue Qingyou reached out and threw the broom on the ground. Using a broom to fight was really lame.

"Brothers, we've heard that this woman is the most formidable of our generation... We'd love to experience what it feels like to be hit by a woman's little pink fists."

The man had barely finished speaking when everything went black before his eyes, followed by a darkening of his face. In an instant, he felt a stinging sensation in his nose and then collapsed to the ground, his eyes barely open.

The fists rained down on him, especially hitting his face twice.

When Yue Qingyou stood up, he was no longer arrogant at all; his face was swollen like a pig's head.

"How was it? Did my little pink fist make you feel good?"

Yue Qingyou raised her fist and asked another question.

"Puch!"

Zhao Junyan, who was standing behind, couldn't help but chuckle.

Because his face was covered in wounds, smiling caused him a sharp pain.

Yue Qingyou couldn't help but turn around and glance at him sideways.

This kid, can you please not ruin the mood at a time like this?

At that moment, Yue Qingyou lowered her head again, looked at the person she had just hit, and asked softly, "Was it comfortable?"

"uncomfortable!"

"Ah, this doesn't feel good. This is truly a failure. Shall I hit you a little harder to make it feel better?"

At that moment, Yue Qingyou extended her hand.

"So comfortable, so comfortable, it feels so good!"

The person who was hit shouted immediately.

Yue Qingyou's lips curled up slightly, and then she stood up again.

"Let me tell you, this is where I call the shots. From now on, if you want to touch my people... ask my fist first, and see if I'll allow it!"

"Sideya, the boss's garlic!"

Zhao Junyan has always been a champion of flattery. If his face hadn't been slapped into a pulp, saying something like that would have been quite effective in maintaining order.

But now his face is swollen like a pig's head, and he can't speak properly anymore.

You all suck garlic!

Yue Qingyou turned back and glanced at Zhao Junyan, telling him to keep quiet.

Zhao Junyan chuckled and immediately stopped talking.

The person who had been beaten by Yue Qingyou was helped to his feet and staggered away.

"That woman just hit me, why didn't you help her!"

As they walked, the person who had been beaten questioned the people around him.

Because they ran faster than rabbits, Yue Qingyou could no longer hear what they were saying.

"What exactly is it about!?"

Yue Qingyou asked Wang Ou, who was standing to the side.

"Shrimp-colored..."

"you shut up!"

Listening to Zhao Junyan's muttering words, Yue Qingyou felt a headache coming on.

Zhao Junyan quickly pursed his lips and stopped talking.

"I was eating at a restaurant with Junzi when they started arguing with us for seats. Since they had no reason to argue, the restaurant manager didn't give them seats. So when we finished eating and came out, they surrounded us..."

As Wang Ou spoke, a hint of embarrassment appeared on her face.

"I'll practice properly during winter break!"

Looking at their cowardly appearance, Yue Qingyou didn't know what to say.