"Where are you?"

There was nothing to do, and Weng Tingjun didn't have a good impression of Busan, and he was not at ease when Sika was alone, so he thought about going with him to meet the 'parents'. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"The Night Bar." Sika was a little helpless, "Come quickly." ”

"Is something wrong?"

"It's fine." Sika's phone was a little noisy, "Come on, I'll send you the address." ”

"Okay."

Looking at the address sent by Sika, Weng Tingjun found that the hotel was only a few steps away from the night bar, so he didn't drive and walked to the night bar.

Although the name of the night bar is vulgar, it is not vulgar at all, and it is not as smoky as the bars nowadays.

Friends sit together, listening to soothing music, sipping red wine, and whispering memories, past, present, and future.

Sika and the others were in the box, Weng Tingjun walked to the front desk, took out his wallet, and the black supreme card also fell out, just as a delicate waitress walked past him with a cower.

"You wait."

"Huh? Mr.. How can I help you? ”

"This and that, two more oversized fruit plates, help me get to the A02 box." Weng Tingjun took out his bank card from his wallet and handed it to the waiter, and then gave the black supreme card to the waiter.

The waiter was flattered and looked at Weng Tingjun at a loss.

"Here's your tip."

As for whether the waiter understands consumption or not, whether he understands the dignity of this supreme card is not something that Weng Tingjun should worry about.

The waiter looked at this black supreme card blankly, the name of the hotel inlaid on the card, where did she not know? It is one of the largest hotels in Busan.

This... Is it a **** to go out today?

The waiter didn't know, thinking it was a prank by the gentleman, so she didn't take it to heart, thinking like this, she thought that the bank card that Weng Tingjun found out from his wallet was also a prank.

However, after she brushed it, she realized that it was not a prank.

……

……

Tuk-tuk.

Weng Tingjun knocked on the door, and a good-looking and sexy tall woman opened the door, and looked at him with a smile as soon as she opened the door.

"Hello, Mr. Weng, I'm Sika's best friend--- Park Min Young, I've been looking up for a long time."

"Well, hello." Weng Tingjun didn't show much emotion, and his attention was now all on Sika.

Seeing that Weng Tingjun walked around him and walked into the box, without even looking at him, Park Minying was stunned.

The atmosphere of the box is not bad, and there is no miasma, just a few men and women from good families and a few artists sitting together drinking and chatting.

There was no smell of smoke in the air, no pungent smells, and Weng Ting let out a sigh of relief.

But I'm really afraid that Sika will be abducted.

"I'm here."

Everyone subconsciously looked at Weng Tingjun.

Yes?

This is Weng Tingjun?

Jiang Shao's eyes flickered.

"You guys, please, ----" Seeing that everyone stopped moving, Weng Tingjun sat beside Sika without blushing and laughing.

At this time, the waiter just now also walked in respectfully, holding a few bottles of expensive foreign wine and two oversized fruit plates.

"I'll introduce you to ----"

Park Min Young volunteered, anyway, she and Sika are best friends, and Weng Ting is her own person, and she is also honored.

"No introduction."

Weng Tingjun waved his hand, it wasn't that he pretended to be b, and it was useless to introduce it, so he couldn't remember it at all. Moreover, Sika's tone on the phone just now was obviously not good, and Weng Tingjun immediately guessed that the people here were not Sika's friends at all, including Park Min Young, who was so enthusiastic that he was a little exaggerated.

Sika also looked as usual.

The scene instantly dropped to freezing point.

This....

It's too face-saving, isn't it?

However, Weng Tingjun is famous for murder after all, and this group of rich second generations who have never seen the world but are only in Busan City dare not speak out.

"I'm sorry, my man is like this." How to say that Min Young is also his friend, Sika stood up to play a round.

Park Min Young smiled stiffly and sat down awkwardly. The box was quite lively just now, but now it is silent, and the waiter is a little like a needle carpet, but he still came to Weng Tingjun with a hard head, took out the black card, and joked that she dared to accept tens of thousands of hundreds of thousands of consumption, she couldn't stand this kind of card, in case... Weng Tingjun wants to pack. What about raising her?!

A02 is generally reserved for this group of rich second generation boxes, of course the waiter knows that the people here are not simple, but after seeing that Weng Tingjun is even more unsimple, she is even more afraid to accept it.

Weng Ting didn't care, he took the black card casually, put it on the table, and asked the waiter to go down.

The young man Jiang next to him had a strange look in his eyes when he saw this black card.

"Ah Xi, Jiang boy, your grandson still dares to run to the night bar?!"

At this moment, a rough voice sounded from outside the box, making the already very tense box even more tense.

The ginger boy frowned slightly.

"I'm sorry, you sit down first, I'll take care of this matter."

Weng Tingjun was playing with Sika's hand and mobile phone, and when he saw the mobile phone vibrate, he looked a lot more playful.

"Your expression... How do I think someone is going to be tragic again? ”

"Haha!" Weng Tingjun chuckled.

"Min Young was a very good friend of mine before, but I haven't been in touch for a long time."

"It's okay! Anyway, being idle is idle, and I suddenly realized that I kind of like this place in Busan. ”

"Is it because Hyomin is from Busan?"

“……”

……

"Jin Jianzhe, I have a very important guest here today, I don't have time to joke with you, except for today, I will accompany you in whatever you want in the future."

Jiang Shao's eyes are not good, there is a war in the entertainment industry, but compared to the war in the business circle, it seems a little insignificant.

Jiang Shao and Kim Jian-chul are Busan's top sons, and because of the relationship between their fathers, the two have never dealt with each other.

"What guest? I'd like to see. ”

Jin Jianzhe kept an eye on it, no longer so reckless, walked into the box, quickly glanced at it, and found that in addition to Jiang Shao's dog leg and the junior who had just been raised by him#, there were two more strangers, these two strangers were very young and a little familiar.

"Yo! Park Min Young looks good, Jiang Boy doesn't mind letting me play for a few days, right? ”

When the man among the two strangers turned his head, Kim Jianzhe's mouth opened wide.

What the hell, Weng Tingjun?!

Jiang Shao laughed fiercely, and then he didn't know what was wrong, but when he saw Jin Jianzhe stretching out his hand, Jiang Shao fell to the ground, his head was still in the corner of the marble table, and his head was bleeding suddenly.

Park Hyo-min was so frightened that she screamed.

"I've fucking practiced the power of the wilderness?"

Kim Jian-chul looked at his hands blankly.

Weng Tingjun took Sika's hand and stood up, then picked up the black card on the table and walked to the door.

Kim Jian-chul subconsciously took a step back.

The person in front of him is the one who slaughtered Lee Hee-seung and Lee Jae-hyun's third son, where did he, an unsightly Busan guy, get into the eyes of Weng Tingjun? Don't mess with this behemoth!

Weng Tingjun looked coldly at the young man Jiang who was lying on the ground and bleeding from his head, and threw the black card in his hand in his face.

Syllable.

The crisp voice made the Jiang boy's face even paler.

"Take it back and tell your dad that next time, your hotel will really become a humble house."

After speaking, Weng Tingjun patted Jin Jianzhe's shoulder, who was already so frightened that he didn't know what to say, "Boy, do you have any wine at home?" ”

"Yes."

"Is there a presidential suite?"

"Yes."

Speaking of which, Jin Jianzhe still doesn't understand, then he doesn't deserve to be a rich second generation, so he was ecstatic and let the little brother go downstairs with Weng Tingjun and Sika, no. He wants to personally invite these two big Buddhas to his small temple! Before leaving, Jin Jianzhe glanced at Jiang Shao.

"You can't live if you do your own iniquity!!"

(To be continued.) )