Five minutes later, Guo Ya'an came back with a pale face, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Yan Murong was wrong.

"Yan Murong, you're too much of a bastard." Guo Ya'an gritted his teeth and said, that look, he couldn't wait to swallow Yan Murong Sheng.

"You really don't make sense to scold." Yan Murong looked innocent. "You asked me if it was delicious, and I told you that it was delicious - for fear that you would know the truth and couldn't eat it, I deliberately didn't tell you."

"You said it."

"Isn't that what you have to ask?"

Yan Murong smiled and said. "Okay, what's the big deal, don't tell me you haven't eaten belly Feng for so many years, isn't it all that little thing?"

"Huh? That's right. Guo Ya'an tilted his head and thought about it seriously, and felt that what Yan Murong said was quite reasonable, and his face looked much better.

"Hey, that's right." Yan Murong picked up a sausage with a fork, handed it to Guo Ya'an, and said. "Come on, eat another one, it's cleaner here than Feng's."

Seeing that Guo Ya'an, who was still vomiting just now, began to eat Spanish sausages again, Su Qingwu was speechless.

It's not that a family doesn't enter the door, these two people can be brothers and sisters in this life, and it seems that it is not unreasonable - they both have big hearts.

Yan Murong hid aside and ate, but no one noticed him, as for Su Qingwu, the impression she left in the upper circle of Yanjing ~ was four words - cold as frost. Therefore, even if someone recognizes her, at most they will just nod their heads and will not come up to get close to her.

Suddenly, a noisy sound rang out, and Yan Murong turned his head and saw Zheng Wuming walking in from the door, smiling and greeting everyone.

Walking to the center of the banquet hall, Zheng Wuming stopped, pondered slightly, and spoke. "I guess all of you were surprised when you received my invitation, hehe, then I'll say sorry to you first—sorry to scare you, who is already dead."

With Zheng Wuming's words, everyone suddenly laughed, to be honest, Zheng Wuming's life and death really didn't have much to do with them, they were just a little strange how the dead person could appear again.

"Some of my friends here are new faces I've known before." Zheng Wuming continued. "There are two purposes for inviting you here today. The first is to get together with old friends and meet some new ones. ”

"This is the second." Zheng Wuming's eyes looked around, and his eyes fell on Yan Murong who was standing at the dining table. "Presumably this is no stranger to everyone, Yan family, Yan Murong Yan Dashao - you also know that my thunder investment is now him. Of course, the skills are not as good as others, and I am convinced of losing, but since I am still alive, there is no reason to be decadent, right? Hehe, everyone, this second thing is to hope that all friends can sell Zheng a certain face-I announce that Thunder Technology Group has officially settled in Yanjing. ”

"Whoa-la-"

The crowd erupted in applause.

"Mr. Zheng, what are you doing with Thunder Technology?" Someone asked very cooperatively. "Haha, you know, I run a bathhouse, and it doesn't seem to have anything to do with high technology."

"Mr. Wang, you still don't let people live." Obviously, Zheng Wuming had known this person who spoke before, and said with a smile. "Is that a bathhouse? There are 26 cities in the country, 123 chains, and you are embarrassed to say that it is a bathhouse - haha, even if it is a bathhouse, why can't you use high technology? ”

"Mr. Zheng, then you can talk about it, and let us know what you are doing with this high-tech?"

"Okay, then I'll talk about it." Zheng Wuming smiled and said. "Thunder Technology, as you know from the name, is mainly based on science and technology projects, and it involves a wide range of projects. Electronics, digital, navigation systems are all done – of course, the most important thing is high-tech medical equipment. ”

Hearing this, Yan Murong's face changed slightly, and he thought, this guy is going to fight with him.

He is a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, and he sells medical equipment, so isn't this purpose obvious?

"Brother, he's very arrogant." Guo Yaan pulled Yan Murong's sleeve and whispered.

"Well, he's arrogant." Yan Murong nodded.

"Then do we have to be arrogant too?" Guo Ya'an's delicate little face flushed with excitement. This woman is obviously also a lord who is not afraid of heaven and earth.

"Well, it's time to be arrogant." Yan Murong nodded approvingly, patted Guo Ya'an's shoulder, and said solemnly. "This glorious and arduous task is entrusted to you."

"Give it to me?" Guo Ya'an's eyes widened suddenly. "It's okay to leave it to me, but even if you want to be arrogant, you have to have an excuse for being arrogant, right?"

"Excuses?" Yan Murong smiled, pointed to the plate in her hand, and said. "Isn't that just an excuse?"

Guo Ya'an is not a big-chested and brainless flower screen, he is very beautiful, and his brain is also monkey spirit, he immediately understood what Yan Murong meant, his eyes rolled slightly, and then, he lifted the plate and fell to the ground hard.

"Click-"

The plate smashed on the ground, and the food that hit the plate was also scattered to the ground, and this crisp sound was particularly harsh in the empty banquet hall, successfully attracting everyone's attention.

"Bah, what a broken thing, why is it so unpalatable?" Guo Yaan took a few sips, clutched his chest and made a disgusting look, and deliberately retched a few times, complaining loudly.

You know, this is not a conference meal, but a gathering of the upper class.

What do these people care about? It's face, even Zheng Wuming can't be exempt from vulgarity - of course, in Yan Murong's eyes, Zheng Wuming is a layman, even if he is dead and alive, he is still a layman.

On such occasions, everything is arranged by the person who initiates the party, and these foods are certainly no exception.

If you say the food is not tasty, then maybe he will question the chef. However, if you complain about the bad food and drop the plate at the same time, you are undoubtedly slapping him in the face.

Looking at Guo Ya'an, who had already entered the play and performed passionately, Zheng Wuming knew what was going on, hugged everyone, and walked over to Yan Murong with a smile.

"Yan Shao, it seems that your chest doesn't hurt anymore." Zheng Wuming looked at Yan Murong with a smile and said, as soon as he came up, it was a soft knife.

"Well, it doesn't hurt, people who practice martial arts, it's inevitable to bump and bump, and sometimes you will be bitten twice by a dog, but it's all indifferent." Zheng Wuming didn't realize the sarcasm in Zheng Wuming's words, looked around, and said with a smile. "Huh? Zheng Shao, what about your two good friends? Didn't you come along? ”