Chapter 289: Beauty is only in the private room
End a short session with the Warriors of the North.
Wang Qi was carrying Zhong Xuan, and the king of the Zhong family was looking at Zhao Qing with a frightened face.
After he passed out in a coma, the first thing he saw was Zhao Qing.
"What are you going to do with me?" Zhong Xuan said breathlessly.
"I'll take you to meet the person you want to meet. Zhao Qing glanced at Zhong Xuan.
There is a private room in the garden that is dedicated to the large entrance.
There is a rich variety of drinks in the private room, and the price of opening a bottle is tens of thousands of yuan.
For the wealthy and wealthy people in Kyoto, if they don't go out to spend hundreds of thousands or millions, they are very sorry for the wealth they have at home.
Occasionally, you can hear the sound of a beautiful woman being pinched by her thigh and screaming wildly.
Several members of the Zhong family were here at this time, and the game was still playing on TV.
"Zhong Yuan Gongzi, aren't you worried about Zhong Tianwang, still watching other games here?"
A woman dressed in a bewitching and amorous way poured alcohol into Zhong Yuan's mouth, and under the paralyzing effect of alcohol, Zhong Yuan was a little fluttery.
"What are you worried about, the old man has strong bones, and it's not easy to clean up a poor boy. Zhong Yuan said with a smile.
Zhong Yuan is not worried about his father's safety, he is very confident in Zhong Xuan's ability.
The government and the opposition have been crisscrossing for many years, and if he can't even clean up a stupid boy, Zhong Yuan thinks that it is better not to have the surname Zhong and change his surname to Zhao.
Zhong Yuan heard the old man complain, but it was only a complaint, he complained that the Long family was not strong, and the Chen family was missing.
So it is inevitable that there will be some worries, and it is really a person who is old and has little courage.
"Brother, my father is really, my husband from the Long family is chattering in his ear all day long, destroying a small gateway to Kyoto, what is difficult, I want to do it myself. Several men poured red wine, and Zhong Mei's dimples were ruddy.
"No, your sister-in-law cries every day at home, and I'm so annoyed. Zhong Yuan picked up his phone, looked at the clock, and set aside his female companion beside him.
"Look at this time, my father has probably cleaned up Zhao Qing almost, and I'll pick up the wind. Zhong Yuan put on his suit and was about to leave.
The door slammed, and one foot slammed through.
I only heard Zhong Yuan's sound, and his body was like a kite with a broken string, smashing it on the wine table, smashing the precious red wine into pieces.
Zhong Mei was stunned, quickly helped Zhong Yuan up, and looked up at the person who kicked Zhong Yuan away.
"Are you crazy, dare to smash my Zhong family's territory, do you know your identity?"
"My bones are dislocated!" Zhong Yuan was angry, struggled to climb onto the sofa, pushed away the girl with camouflage lipstick, and a resentment surged out.
"Are you Zhao Qing? My father didn't kill you?" Zhong Yuan wiped his eyes and swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, and Zhao Qing's corner kicked on his chest, and he was still faintly in pain.
However, Zhao Qing's strength is really powerful, Zhong Yuan is fortunate to have practiced martial arts, and he has a bit of martial arts foundation, so if he is weaker, he is afraid that he will not go to the hospital on the spot.
Think about it, if you can take care of the role of the Long family, you must have a certain family background and northern territory.
It's just that in Zhong Yuan's eyes, what kind of family background can compare to the Four Heavenly Kings of Kyoto?
"Cao Nima, you dare to beat me, do you think everyone is a Long family, let others knead it?" Zhong Yuan clutched his chest and drank a glass of water.
"Yes, what are you, the young master of the Four Heavenly Kings family who dares to fight Kyoto, do you know how the surname of the Zhong family is written?"
In the private room, there were friends of the Zhong family's brothers and sisters who stood up with a look of protection.
"I recognize her, the little broken skin who was making a fuss with the Garden Hotel at the time, it seems that she is still in the relationship with his wife and president, and the private room that she is qualified to enter should be a soft meal. One woman exclaimed.
"Oh, it's still a waste of soft rice, as the saying goes, it's natural to repay debts, Mr. Zhong, this person kicked you, you just get his wife to take a look, and let them know what it means to be powerful!"
"Good idea!" Zhong Mei saw that her brother was beaten, but she had no martial arts background, so she fought back on the spot, and when she heard her friend's suggestion, she immediately smiled.
"Did you hear Zhao Qing, you need medical expenses and other expenses for kicking my brother, can you afford it, let your wife pay for it!"
"Yes, yes, and the wine spilled all over the ground, this is all ten thousand dollars, you don't have an explanation today, you don't want to come up with the door of the private room of the garden!"
Zhao Qing's eyes condensed slightly, and said, "How much is it, report an account." ”
Burst!
The audience laughed sarcastically, their eyes seemed to be contemptuous, this man was covered in bargains, and there was nothing of value in them!
The bartender next to him couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Zhong Yuan seemed to be looking at a fool, and he said in a tone that treated a fool: "I think you are a martial arts idiot, do you see this bottle of wine in my hand?" 82-year-old Lafite, look at your poor and sour appearance, I don't know how much money you make by manual labor, you have to be responsible for talking big, you don't have a number, don't blame others for looking down on you!"
Someone chimed in: "Young master, people don't know English if they don't know it, I said... Do you know English, don't you know a foreign language, and you still go to play with the Garden Hotel?"
Zhao Qing didn't show a little bit of shame, "Then do you know what dead English is?"
When Zhao Qing said the word death, the cold-blooded and cruel tone put everyone on the oil pot and fried it all over, and everyone's hairs stood up, why did the man in front of him have a terrifying momentum.
A poor boy who knows a little about martial arts, where does he have the courage to guard a group of rich people and talk big?
Zhong Yuan dropped his mobile phone and said viciously:
"Hmph, I admit that you have some martial arts on you, but there is also normal order here, you smashed all the drinks here, and you can't afford to pay for the drinks, I can send you to prison and let you taste the taste of prison!"
Zhong Yuan's expression was hideous, he was sure that Zhao Qing couldn't afford to change the money for drinks, so he had no fear.
"It's just a dozen bottles of old liquor that I can buy to drown you. Zhao Qing was helpless.
"Well, hurry up and find your president's wife, it's best to let you come here in person to pay back the drink money!" Zhong Mei was scathing, pointing at Zhao Qing's nose and scolding.
"Sir, don't run, I'm watching you here, and we must compensate for our losses!" the bartender stood and looked at Zhao Qing with an unkind expression.
"Hey, immediately add drinks to the private room of Heyuan, yes, immediately!"
In just a minute, the bartender received the money for the drink.
"Paid it off. The bartender nodded, he was only responsible for managing the accounts, regardless of the big guys'.
"Yo, pay off the accounts, the guy who eats soft rice, why don't you let your wife come in person!" Zhong Mei's eyes fluttered, deliberately trying to provoke Zhao Qing and anger him.
The wind was galloping, and Zhao Qing's slap was accurate.
Before Zhong Mei could drink the wine, the bottle of wine glass was smashed by a slap fan.
Because of the strength, the crumbs of the wine glass were fiercely inlaid on Zhong Mei's beautiful face.
The wine mixed with fragments and penetrated deep into Zhong Mei's skin, and her white and flawless face was suddenly scarred.
Zhong Yuan was stunned, as well as the bartender and friends.
Taking out the flour cake, Zhong Mei looked at her carefully cared for face.
Yes!
Zhong Mei was mourned and let out a sow's scream.
"You dare to touch my sister's face, are you looking for death?"