Regarding Yan Minghua's words, Yan Murong didn't even believe the punctuation.

Even if it is a relative, he is very familiar with the title of this aunt in Yanjing. If you dare to take the title of the female devil on your body, you naturally have to do something that the devil will do. It was just that Yan Murong suddenly appeared in front of him without receiving any information, which made him a little puzzled.

Obviously, Yan Minghua said that he would help him support the field, but in fact, this recognized female devil in the Yanjing circle~ is definitely not just here to kick Zheng Wuming's balls.

First Su Qingwu suddenly arrived, then Zheng Wuming, and then Yan Minghua. The fact that the big bosses of China's three major consortia suddenly all gathered in Hong Kong is worth speculating.

The three of them are all the kind of people who come to Hong Kong in a minute, and they all come to Hong Kong in one go, and if they are here to travel in a group, I'm afraid even a fool won't believe it.

Even beggars are unwilling to give up a prime location for begging, how could these three scary rich people with high prices give up those red and green lines on their computers and come here to play?

"Hey, what about you." Looking at Zheng Wuming, who was expressionless, Yan Minghua said. "Why are you so rude--although I'm still young, I'm your elder, so why don't you know how to call someone?"

"Aunt Yan." Zheng Wuming almost gritted his teeth and shouted these two words.

Even if the two families don't deal with each other, but everyone is in this position, there should still be a number of courtesies - but in Yanjing, forget it, after all, Yan Minghua's seniority is there. But now, the woman clearly wanted to embarrass him.

"Hey, that's good." Yan Minghua smiled without a nose or eyes. "Auntie didn't bring any money out today, so I'll buy you a lollipop another day."

"Who are you?"

Before Zheng Wuming could speak, Zheng Tianlun had already jumped out, looked at Yan Minghua, and asked angrily. "It's not a small tone - buy lollipops? Hmph, if you have money, buy more cosmetics, wrinkles are coming out. ”

"Huh? Got wrinkles? Yan Minghua was shocked, groping on his face, while looking at Yan Murong, his face was full of anxiety, and his voice asked hurriedly. Little swallow, quick, take a look, do I have wrinkles? ”

"Nope." Yan Murong looked at the charming face that was close at hand, and said with a smile. "There are no wrinkles at all, it's as smooth as a shirt that has just been ironed for an iron."

"That's good, it's scared to death." Yan Minghua patted his huge chest with a happy face, and then stretched out a finger to point at Zheng Tianlun and said to Yan Murong Jiao. "Little Swallow, look at that guy, not only is he rude, but he also says I'm old."

"And what do you want to do?" Yan Murong asked helplessly-he knew that as soon as his sister-in-law appeared, he would definitely make a big deal about it. Sure enough, Zheng Tianlun's stupid boy took the initiative to give Yan Minghua an excuse to be mad.

"Hit him." Yan Minghua raised his eyebrows and said.

"Aunt Yan, please calm your anger."

Hearing Yan Minghua's words, the dissatisfaction on Zheng Wuming's face was immediately thrown into the sewer, and he hurriedly pulled Zheng Tianlun aside and explained. "Aunt Yan, Tianlun has been abroad, he has just come back, and he doesn't know some things yet, so don't embarrass him."

"Zheng Shao, what are you afraid of a woman?"

Without waiting for Yan Minghua to speak, the king of kings jumped out again, glanced at Yan Minghua, and said. "Such a woman really shouldn't go to nightclubs to sweep customers and come to me to show off—you know, this is Hong Kong, be careful when you speak."

"The king of kings."

"Wang Shao."

Dong Wuyan and Zheng Wuming shouted in unison.

Dong Wuyan was dissatisfied, but Zheng Wuming was full of depression and worry.

This guy's mouth is faster than the high-speed rail, and he didn't have time to stop it, so he said it, and he said it so ugly.

This is Hong Kong? It's true that this is Hong Kong, and it's your place – but does the devil care where it is?

"Zheng Shao, don't worry." The king of kings looked arrogant. "This is Hong Kong, not Yanjing."

"The king of kings, are you finished?" Dong Wuyan scolded in a deep voice.

"Sister Dong, don't blame me." The king of kings shrugged his shoulders and said. "You see, I started this party, and now someone is provoking my friend, and I can't help it."

Listening to the words of the king of kings, Dong Wuyan's brows became tighter and tighter-this guy seems to want to get out of her circle~ Zi to find another development.

What did Yan Minghua say just now? Hit him?

Yes, Yan Minghua said so, but after all, he didn't do it. But now, even if she doesn't say it, Yan Murong has to do it.

The words of the king of kings are too ugly, which makes Yan Murong rebel.

"What did you just say?" Yan Murong took a step forward, squinted at the king of kings and asked.

"You heard what I said." Seeing Yan Murong step forward, the king of kings unconsciously took a step back, but thinking that this was his home field, he straightened his back again. "What, you still want to hit me?"

"Hey, hey." Yan Murong smiled. "Congratulations, you got it right."

As soon as the words fell, a red wine bottle appeared in Yan Murong's hand as if by magic. Then, the king of kings saw the bottle enlarge infinitely in front of his eyes, and finally exploded on his head with a "bang".

"Holy shit—"

"Bang-"

Wang Zhong**, whose face was covered with blood after being smashed by a wine bottle, was about to speak again, when he saw another wine bottle flying towards him. Before he could say a word, he was hit in the head again.

His body staggered for a long time, only feeling pain in his forehead and blurred vision, but before he could stand firmly, he felt a pain on his face again, and his body turned around in a 360 degree, rolled in the air, and then slammed on the floor.

Then, I saw Yan Murong get up and ride directly on the king of kings like a horse, grabbed his collar, and his fist fell.

"Bang-"

With one punch, the nose of the king of kings was bleeding.

"Bang-"

With another punch, several teeth burst out of the king of kings.

"Bang bang bang-"

Yan Murong kept punching his fists, still punching and punching the king of kings in the face that he wanted to beat up for a long time - simple, rough, without any technical research, just like fighting with hooligans so straightforwardly.

"This-big brother, he, he actually did it?" Zheng Tianlun was surprised by Yan Murong's sudden frenzy.

"It's not something you provoked." Zheng Wuming glared at Zheng Tianlun fiercely and said.

"What then? Are we not doing anything? Seeing that Zheng Wuming didn't mean to pull the frame at all, Zheng Tianlun asked hesitantly.

"You can do two things." Zheng Wuming thought for a while and said. "First, call an ambulance."

"And the second?" Zheng Tianlun asked.

"Pray he won't be killed—"