Chen Lightyear has a very mature face, and he is the kind of uncle-type man that some little girls like.

His complexion was slightly yellow, the kind of healthy yellow, not the kind of bronze that he often basks in the sun, nor the yellow that has been hollowed out by wine.

The beard is neatly trimmed, and the chin is about two inches long, but it is not downward, but towards the neck, which looks very manly!

The only thing that didn't match his face was his eyes. His eyes are not black, but a little red, as if he hasn't slept for several nights, although they are not triangular eyes, they give people a very evil feeling.

The young man was also very good-looking, about the same height as Broken Cocoon, but much thicker than Broken Cocoon, and all the hair on his head was shaved clean, and it looked shiny in the light.

Even though it was late autumn, he wore only a round-neck T-shirt and a black suit, with a wing-like tattoo visible from the neckline of the T-shirt until behind his ears.

Chen Lightyear didn't look at the two of them, and walked towards the open-air lounge.

His assistant stood in front of Zhang Mingming, blocking the way, putting one hand in the pocket of his jeans, holding a cigarette in the other, with a mocking face, "Yo ho, you little magician still have the face to stay here, do you really think you have the qualifications to be on an equal footing with them?"

His voice is not too loud, but if he wants to deliberately ridicule Zhang Mingming, of course it will not be too small. So, the people in the lounge all looked over to this side, and the look on their faces showed great interest.

This person has a very common name, Lu Qiang, also called Bald Qiang.

Chen Lightyear is famous, and of course Zhang Mingming, the person who often follows him, also knows it, and it is also him who humiliated Zhang Mingming yesterday.

Zhang Mingming glanced at the bald head, and his face was calm and unexpected.

When drinking last night, Zhang Mingming showed an expression of eagerness to tear him when he talked about this person, which surprised Broken Cocoon when he saw it. Because in his eyes, Zhang Mingming is a weak scholar, and if he is an office worker, he is a typical 9-to-6 white-collar worker.

Yesterday's anger is, of course, the deep mental activity of the drunken heart, and does not represent the state of his sober state, as it is at this time.

The corners of Zhang Mingming's mouth hooked up a smile, and he seemed to be a little bolder with a broken cocoon beside him, ignoring the sneer of the bald head and the tattoo on his neck.

"You're just an assistant to him, and without him, you'd be worse off than me. So, who are you to say about me here?"

His voice was also not small, and everyone in the small lounge could hear it clearly.

Breaking the cocoon knew that Zhang Mingming just wanted to give others a feeling, and this bald head was just a dog fighting against people. However, when he saw Zhang Mingming saying this, his hands trembled slightly, and he must still be a little timid in his heart.

Maybe he knew that the bald head would not do anything in public, and he didn't want to lose face in front of everyone, so he dared to fight back in person.

Breaking the cocoon and looking at Chen Lightyear, he saw him holding the newspaper and turning his back to this side, as if he had not heard the conversation between the two just now.

When the bald head heard Zhang Mingming's words, there was no anger on his face, but he was slightly stunned. Yesterday, the guy who kept his head down like a quail in front of him, how can he be abnormal today?

He stretched out his hand in his trouser pocket and touched his bright head back and forth, only then did he see the broken cocoon standing behind Zhang Mingming, and seemed to think of what made Zhang Mingming bold.

He pointed to the broken cocoon, smiled darkly, and asked Zhang Mingming: "No wonder you are so bold today, you called for help." ”

At this time, the bald head was strong, and a fierce color shot out of his eyes, and his originally handsome face also looked fierce, like a vicious wolf that could pounce on and bite people at any time.

is bald and strong, even in the underworld, he is a slightly murderous character.

At the age of sixteen, he was imprisoned for two years for serious injuries, and within a few months of his release, he was imprisoned again for a few months for a fight.

He is extremely heavy and ruthless, and he is also well-known in the underworld. In this era, anyone who is slightly famous in society will basically connect with the underworld, and Chen Lightyear's line is thicker.

Chen Lightyear is not an ordinary person, he is one of the few senior magicians in China, how can he not have some background after so many years in society?

So since the bald head followed Chen Lightyear, he has become even more prosperous, and he is also called "brother" in the underworld.

But now, in front of so many people, in front of his boss, he is said to be a "dog fighting people", how can he not be angry?

If he dared to talk back to himself yesterday, this little magician named Zhang Mingming would have been in the hospital a long time ago. If they were out there now, these two guys would have been missing arms and legs a long time ago.

But this is a hotel, and it is a very well-known hotel in Fuhua City.

A considerable number of people who have lived here in the past two days are friends or relatives of the mayor who came in advance, and perhaps some local officials in Fuhua City. Therefore, no matter how strong the bald head is, the fire can only be held.

So his face was a little red, and the green tendons on his neck were slightly exposed, which made the tattoo on his neck more conspicuous and hideous, like a strange thorn.

"Yesterday it was one grandson, today it is two grandchildren. He took a puff of his cigarette, threw it on it, stomped on it fiercely, looked at Zhang Mingming, and said almost with a hideous face: "Do you think you still want to pretend to be an uncle in front of Lao Tzu?"

The hotel is almost half owned by the mayor of Fuhua City, and the security measures are of course stricter than in the past, in addition to the security of the hotel, there are also police officers patrolling around from time to time.

Seeing that something was wrong here, four security guards walked towards here at the same time.

Breaking the cocoon didn't want to cause trouble, but he didn't want to be a grandson, so he looked at Chen Lightyear.

"Who, please take your 'uncle' back and block us from having breakfast. ”

The strong voice of the bald head can be heard by everyone, and the sound of breaking the cocoon is certainly not small.

Both of them have "uncles" in their mouths, and anyone can understand them, and the "uncles" of both of them have their own meanings, so everyone who wants to see the excitement laughs.

Most of them were distinguished guests invited by the mayor, and no one dared to offend them even if they laughed arrogantly, so they all laughed extremely lightly, just like the uninhibited literati and writers who were drunk and uninhibited in ancient times.

Zhang Mingming turned his head and looked at the broken cocoon, as if he didn't know him, with a surprised face.

Looking at the bald head's flushed face, thinking of Chen Lightyear's identity background, the little pleasure that had just risen in his heart was destroyed by the words of breaking the cocoon, and countless cowardice surged up.

At this moment, Chen Lightyear finally looked this way, and the sunlight cast his shadow on the orange grass with dewdrops from behind him.