"It's over, Wang Yao!"

Xu Chaoyang looked at Wang Yao coldly, after all, he brought someone to help, and now he wants Zhang Cheng to kneel, which is more uncomfortable than slapping his face.

"Hehe, is it over?"

Wang Yao tilted his head and looked at Xu Chaoyang: "If it weren't for the old man in the Nian family begging me in a low voice, let me come to you to get together with you, I really thought that you Xu Chaoyang was quite face-to-face, what kind of thing are you?"

"You...."

Xu Chaoyang stretched out his hand and pointed at Wang Yao, and the whole person was trembling with anger.

What he didn't expect was that Wang Yao was able to come this year, not because of his friends, but because of his adoptive father's face.

Zhang Cheng patted Xu Chaoyang's arm, lit a cigarette and took a deep breath, and looked at Wang Yao: "Say what you just said again!"

"Yo, Brother Cheng is soft!"

Wang Yaotong laughed at all, and said mockingly: "Listen, if you want to take away this million, you kneel down and kowtow to call Shengye, and Zhang Duoduo, in the future..."

Bang!

Before he finished speaking, he heard a muffled sound in the box, and Wang Yao's head was directly opened!

Suddenly, the whole box fell silent.

"Ahh

Wang Yao screamed, and before he could come back to his senses, Zhang Cheng directly threw away the broken wine bottle in his hand and kicked him in the chest.

As for the followers who came with him, before they could do anything, they were held down by Xu Chaoyang and his friends who came out of the orphanage.

"Zhang Cheng, I see that you are so tired!"

"Really?"

Zhang Cheng stepped on Wang Yao's chest, looked at him condescendingly and said, "Don't you like to smash people with money, but I'll tell you the truth."

I don't lack a million of you, but if you want to leave today, you must kneel down and call me sir!"

"You're dreaming!"

Wang Yao struggled to resist, but was pinned to the ground by Zhang Cheng, and then several big mouths completely blinded him.

Bang Dang!

The door was pushed open, and several internal security guards from the club broke directly into the private room.

And when the security guard who took the lead saw that it was Zhang Cheng, who was driving a supercar, and had a conflict with the eldest son of the Wang family, he instantly felt extremely tricky.

"What's going on?"

The security captain walked through the crowd, glanced at Wang Yao, who was pressed to the ground and kept rubbing, and the whole person was stunned: "Grass, what are you doing standing there, don't you pull people away quickly." ”

"Captain..."

The little security guard who led the team directly described the approximate identities of the two.

The latter frowned, and after making people look closely, he contacted the manager of the clubhouse directly.

It didn't take long for the manager who was holding his beer belly and combing his middle points to walk quickly into the private room.

"Let's pull people away first, if something happens to Wang Yao here, the leaders above the club will directly ask for trouble. The manager calmly arranged for the security guards around him to pull people away.

After the two were pulled apart, Zhang Cheng stood aside calmly and smoked, but Wang Yao was completely knocked out by him.

After seeing that the matter subsided, the manager glanced at Zhang Cheng, who was dressed extraordinarily, and asked, "This gentleman, may I ask whose son are you?"

Zhang Cheng hadn't spoken yet, but the attendant who was held down by Xu Chaoyang and others shouted loudly: "He's a fart son, just an orphan who grows in the wild!"

"Huh?"

The manager glanced at Zhang Cheng in surprise, and then looked at the security guard who was receiving him in the back, his brows couldn't help frowning, now he had to make a choice quickly.

"Hehe, who said that my husband is an orphan?"

A powerful voice came from outside the private room.

When everyone heard the sound, an old man with gray hair and a black Tang suit walked into the private room with four or five black-clothed bodyguards.

Seeing the visitor, Zhang Cheng's eyes couldn't help but light up, and he immediately got up and walked over: "Fu Bo, you came quite in time!"

"Hehe, after Mr. sent the message, I brought someone over. ”

Fu Bo nodded to Zhang Cheng with a slight face, turned his eyes to the few followers who spoke just now, waved his hand and said, "Fifty slaps for one person!"

"Yes!"

The five bodyguards in the rear nodded in response, stepped forward and picked up the person with one hand like a chicken, and greeted each person with a slap.

The manager looked at the calm and calm Fu Bo and swallowed his saliva, and stepped forward to ask, "Dare to ask the old man, where are you?"

As soon as the words fell, a middle-aged man walked into the private room, he glanced at the situation in the room and frowned slightly, but still walked towards Fubo with a smile on his face.

"Fu Lao, why didn't you call me when you arrived, let me wait so long!"

"You don't need to trouble Mr. Li for small things. ”

Fu Bo smiled at Li Mingsheng and raised his hand to Zhang Cheng: "I'm here to pick up our husband home!"

"Sir?"

Li Mingsheng was slightly stunned, raised his eyes to look at Zhang Cheng beside Fu Bo, and immediately stepped forward to introduce himself with a smile.

The sudden change in the style of painting in the private room caught Xu Chaoyang, the club manager and others off guard.

And Xu Chaoyang and the others watched Zhang Cheng's gaze change, and they looked at each other without speaking.

After the five bodyguards rewarded him with fifty slaps, Fauber let people stop.

He turned his eyes to look at Li Mingsheng, smiled and said, "Wang Congyang is downstairs now, return his son to him, and let him bring someone to apologize to our husband tomorrow." ”

Li Mingsheng didn't say much, immediately nodded and agreed, and then sent Fu Bo and the others downstairs to leave.

In addition to Xu Chaoyang and others who were shocked, even Zhang Cheng was also surprised.

Although Wang Yao is a gentleman, asking his father Wang Congyang to apologize to himself is something Zhang Cheng never dreamed of.

After all, the Wang family still has a head and face in Binhai City.

Fu Bo seemed to see Zhang Cheng's surprise, and explained with a smile: "Sir, don't worry, a little person like Wang Congyang is not worth mentioning in front of you, and it is appropriate for him to apologize." ”

Zhang Cheng swallowed his saliva and didn't speak again, and Xu Chaoyang, who had not yet recovered from the shock just now, was stunned again after hearing Fu Bo's words.

The Wang family is not worth mentioning, should it be apologized?

So what kind of character is Zhang Cheng now?

Everyone looked at him and couldn't help but be curious.

After leaving the clubhouse, the bodyguard took the supercar key to pick up the car, while Zhang Cheng and Fauber got into a Rolls-Royce outside the parking lot.

Zhang Wei wanted to send Xu Chaoyang and the others back, but after seeing their corresponding refusal, he could only give up.

As for Xu Chaoyang, after a brief chat with Zhang Cheng, he took a taxi and left, agreeing to see him in the hospital tomorrow. In addition, he also asked him to explain things to himself thoroughly.

After returning to the manor, Fu Bo did not follow Zhang Cheng into the main building, while the bodyguards stood outside the door in an orderly manner.

"Hehe, I'm back!"

Bai Bing sat on the sofa in the living room in light gauze pajamas, and the scenery inside was looming.

After Zhang Cheng looked at her a few times, he sat down beside him with a smile: "It's so late, you haven't slept yet!"

"Aren't you waiting for you to come back and tell me about tonight's battle, are you hurt?"

Bai Bing stretched out his hand and touched Zhang Cheng's body, but the latter blushed: "Don't worry, those wine bags and rice bags want to deal with your man, it's like eggs hitting stones." ”

"Ouch, this cow blows for you!"

Just when the two were flirting, Binhai People's Hospital.

Wang Congyang sat in the hospital corridor with an ugly face, while his wife was pacing back and forth with red eyes.

"Lao Wang, Xiao Yao has been beaten like this, are you so indifferent?"

The wife looked at Wang Congyang questioningly, and the latter frowned and did not speak, but took out the phone and stood up and walked to the side.

As soon as the phone was connected, Wang Congyang forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart and asked, "Old Yang, what is the origin of this Zhang Cheng?"

"Zhang Cheng, I haven't heard of it!"