The king of kings is not a banknote, and he has not yet reached the point of being loved by sluts, at least Yan Murong is very unkind to him.

A senior once said that people are cheap and reap the benefits. Yan Murong looked up, there was not a single cloud in the sky, and the stars were shining and gorgeous-God, why didn't you send down a thunderbolt to kill this slut?

"Hey, do you smell it?" Yan Murong touched Dong Wuyan with his elbow and said. "Why do I smell of a?"

"You know, this is the smell of a dung pit, it's someone who hasn't brushed their teeth."

"Someone didn't brush their teeth? Then the smell is too big. Yan Murong looked at the king of kings with a serious face and asked. Did you brush your teeth when you came out? ”

"You-"

"Haha, Mr. Yan's mouth is really sharp."

Without waiting for the king of kings to speak, a middle-aged man came behind him, looking at Yan Murong and laughing. "I have been friends with Mr. Yan for a long time, and when I see him today, he is really more talented than the legend."

"Legendary?" Yan Murong looked at the middle-aged man who came over, and the corners of his mouth curled up with a beautiful arc. "If I become a legend, won't I become a god? Why didn't I see you come over and kowtow? ”

"Oh, God, if you believe, you have, and if you don't, you don't." The middle-aged man smiled, didn't want to argue with Yan Murong on this issue, and said. "In Xia Wang Chuanru."

"Wang Chuanru? What the hell? Yan Murong rolled her eyelids. Haven't heard of it. ”

"Hehe, it's normal that I haven't heard of it." Wang Chuanru was not annoyed, and still had a smile on his face that he thought was very gentle. "There are a lot of big names in Hong Kong, and as for me, it's not worth mentioning at all - but you've met with the dog a few times."

"Oh, I see." Yan Murong looked at the king of kings with a suddenly realized expression, and then glanced at Wang Chuanru. "No wonder I look so familiar with you, your feelings are the father of this little bastard."

Finally, after Yan Murong said this, the smile on Wang Chuanru's face disappeared. Even though he thought he had cultivated himself, he was slightly annoyed. He scolded his son for being a little bastard, so what did he become? Bastard or Bastard?

"Mr. Yan, you have to be forgiving and forgiving." Wang Chuanru snorted coldly, looked at Yan Murong and said. "I don't blame the past, but if you still insist on provoking, although I, Wang Chuanru, am not a big man, I am confident that I still have a little bit of a thin face in Hong Kong."

"Huh? Are you threatening me? Yan Murong exclaimed.

"It's not a threat." Wang Chuanru snorted coldly and said. "Just a little friendly advice - it's okay for young people to be arrogant, but don't be too presumptuous, if you are too presumptuous, you will suffer after all."

"But I think you're threatening me." Yan Murong looked at Wang Chuanru and said with a straight face. "I've read a book that says that bad people always like to make excuses for themselves when they do bad things, and I think you look like a bad person."

"Hmph, it's useless to talk too much, you can do it yourself." Wang Chuanru didn't want to argue with Yan Murong about anything, so he gave the king of kings a look, and the two handed the invitation to the waiter and walked towards the banquet hall.

The waiter was also in a cold sweat behind his back at this time, which could be regarded as a sigh of relief.

On one side is the Wang family of the four major families in Hong Kong, and on the other side is the eldest lady of the Dong family and a man who doesn't know what the origin is.

"Hmph, you wait at the door." When the king of kings walked past Yan Murong, a disdainful smile appeared on his face. But this smile didn't even hold for half a second, and his face suddenly changed color.

As soon as the words of the king of kings fell, the smile on his face had not fully unfolded, and he felt a trip under his feet, and then his body suddenly lost his balance, and the whole person threw himself to the ground with his hands fluttering.

"Bang!"

This muffled sound announced that the king of kings was in close contact with the ground.

"Fuck~ your mother, Yan Murong."

This fall is really not light, although the face is not broken, but a Versace suit customized from Italy has been unrecognizable, the black suit is covered with dust, and two buttons have been broken. The hand was even worse, because in order to protect his face from injury, while falling, his instinctive hands stretched forward and supported the ground to play a cushioning role, but the palm of his hand was blurred by the ground grinding flesh and blood, and his wrist was also a little painful.

"Smack!"

A crisp sound came, and as soon as the scolding words of the king of kings fell, Yan Murong's brows just furrowed, and before he could raise his hand, his slender snow-white palm was imprinted on his face first.

"His mouth stinks." Dong Wuyan withdrew his hand and said lightly.

"It really stinks, and it should be beaten." Yan Murong nodded approvingly.

What's going on? Why did you start fighting?

Whether it was the waiter at the door or the guests who arrived, they were all dumbfounded by the scene in front of them.

According to their habits, on such occasions, even if the two sides don't like it and have some festivals, they will greet each other with a smile on their faces, and wait until the end of the scene, and then make an appointment to negotiate in a café or bar. This is the first time I have met it, and it is also on the occasion of the 18th birthday of the chief executive's youngest daughter.

"Stop!"

Wang Chuanru shouted, and quickly grabbed the king of kings who was about to step forward to make a move. Of course, this voice is shouted at the king of kings.

It was the first time he had seen Yan Murong, but he had still heard a little about Yan Murong's skills, not to mention whether the king of kings could beat him, but to say that this kind of occasion was not suitable for him.

This is not an ordinary banquet, although Wang Chuanru eats very well in Hong Kong, he is not bold enough to let his son fight with other ** at the door of the chief executive's house.

"Dad, you let me go." The king of kings struggled to the death. "You let go of me, let go of me, didn't you see this stinky~ son beating me?"

"Smack!"

There was another crisp sound, and Dong Wuyan's palm was once again imprinted on the face of the king of kings. "Looks like your mouth really stinks."

Dong Wuyan looked at the king of kings coldly and said. "Now the wings are stiff, aren't they? Isn't it the dog who only knows how to flatter in front of me before? ”

As he spoke, his eyes looked at Wang Chuanru, who had a gloomy face, and said. "Whoever is surnamed Wang, discipline your son well, take him to the doctor when he is sick, and don't let him scream - you know what? The words you threatened my man just now were enough to make your Wang family doomed. Don't think I don't know what your Wang family's situation is now. It's a lot of money invested in cooperating with Zheng Wuming, right? What do you think? Isn't it uncomfortable to be put on a table now? ”

"You-"

"Sister Dong, what are you doing? Why don't you go in? Wang Chuanru was about to speak, but was interrupted by a voice. Dressed in a white suit, Yang Yue, who was dressed like a prince, walked over with a smile on his face.