Chen Xinlan's wrist was pinched by Wei Zhijun, and she shouted in pain: "You let go of me......"

Wei Zhijun's head was bloodshot at this moment, and his whole person seemed to be on fire. ◢ With * dream * small ◢.1a

The more Chen Xinlan struggled, the harder he buckled, gritted his teeth and asked in a calm tone: "Why did you make it clear to me, you and He Zhenyu, the turtle grandson, drank a glass of wine unclearly, where did you put Lao Tzu?"

Ahh

Chen Xinlan felt insulted!

She struggled to get rid of Wei Zhijun, tears flowed out, and there were gradually onlookers around her, all pointing at her, making her feel like a clown who was being laughed at.

"What nonsense are you talking about?

What do I have to say to Mr. Ho? You're crazy......"

Wei Zhijun felt that Chen Xinlan and He Zhenyu both regarded him as a second fool, they both sat on the lap of the person, and they both drank a glass of wine, and they dared to say that it was okay?

Who are you bullying?

Wei Zhijun also shed tears, feeling that a big green cloud was covering his head.

He pushed Chen Xinlan back, and was about to step forward again, beating He Zhenyu, the eighth lamb, half of his body before he could relieve his anger.

But at this moment, seven or eight bartenders came in the dance hall, all holding iron rods in their hands, surrounding Wei Zhijun in the middle, just waiting for He Zhenyu to give an order, and then stepped forward to beat him.

He Zhenyu wiped the bloodshot at the corners of his mouth with the cuffs of his suit, and his cheeks, which had been punched twice, were already swollen high, which made his originally demonic face deformed, and he looked a little frightened.

The corners of his mouth twitched, his eyes showed a fierce light, and he sneered: "Damn, B, dare to beat Lao Tzu, I'll let you come in vertically and go out horizontally." ”

Chen Xinlan saw that the situation was not right, and immediately stepped forward, looked at He Zhenyu and prayed: "Mr. He, this is a misunderstanding.

It's not good for you to make a big fuss, so can I apologize to you on his behalf?"

He Zhenyu was able to start an entertainment company in such a short period of time, if there was no background behind him, it would be impossible.

It is precisely because of the support of this force that he did not take Wei Zhijun, a disciple of the big courtyard, in his eyes at all at this time.

He gritted his teeth and sneered: "There is no misunderstanding!

Miss Chen, you see, Wei Zhijun came up and beat me up without saying anything, and I lost two of my teeth, I want to be able to swallow this breath, I won't be surnamed He!"

After He Zhenyu finished speaking, he raised his hand and motioned for the bartenders to go up and beat people.

And at this time, several good buddies led by Ye Chengze rushed over, stepped forward with a few arrows, snatched the iron rod from the bartenders with their bare hands, and the four of them were divided into left and right sides, protecting Wei Zhijun.

"Zhijun, how can you still fight with people when you go to the toilet?" asked Chen Weijian with a frown.

The sound in the dance hall vibrated and the light and shadow flickered, and they were a short distance away from this side, so they didn't hear the situation here just now.

A few people would come over, at first they were just attracted by the commotion here, who knew that when they got closer, they actually found that seven or eight bartenders with iron rods were about to beat Wei Zhijun alone.

The friendship between their brothers is not a relationship between friends of wine and meat, and friends are in trouble, so they naturally have to stand up anytime and anywhere.

Wei Zhijun was stimulated by the scene just now, and his emotions were a little extreme, he stretched out his hand and pointed at He Zhenyu and Chen Xinlan on the side, and said, "Did you see that girl?"

Brother, it took a lot of effort to get it, and in a blink of an eye, he drank a glass of wine with He Zhenyu, a bastard, and gave Lao Tzu a green hat......

Ozawa, do you remember Gao Xiaozi's little white face?

It's this bastard, after prying your wall foot, he came to pry his brother again.

This Liangzi, Lao Tzu and him have a knot, and this matter can't be good today..

If a few buddies support me, they will accompany me and beat that king eight lambs to the ground!"