"Hehe, young man, it's better to pay attention." Zhong Zhenguo said with a smile.

He was also young, a man from the past, and he knew a lot about men, animals who used to think with their lower bodies at some point.

"Okay, okay, don't talk about it." Yan Murong glanced at Zhao Chen, waved his hand and said.

Hua Cuo sat there with a bitter face, the resentment in his heart.

People don't want to say it, but if you don't force them to say it, they won't say it if they are killed.

"Master, I have a question." Zhao Chen pulled the hem of Yan Murong's clothes and looked at Yan Murong with a puzzled expression.

"What's the problem?"

"That--the rabbit really has to do it three times a day?"

So, as soon as Zhao Chen's words came out, another thunderbolt smashed on Yan Murong's head.

Now, he felt that his face was burning badly, and then looked at Zhong Zhenguo who was snickering and Hua Cuo and Duan Zixuan on the side, as well as Zhong Zhenguo who shook his head and smiled, Yan Murong really wanted to plunge into the teacup and drown himself.

It's a shame, it's a shame.

When Yan Murong was lowering his head and seeing no one with a face, the door of the box was opened, and a waiter wearing a cheongsam walked in with a tray, which was regarded as saving his life.

Yan Murong was overjoyed, and glanced at the waiter with a grateful face, looking at the other party inexplicably.

"Smack!"

"Click-"

As soon as the waiter put the dishes on the tray, there was a slap and the sound of a cup shattering, and then a man's scolding rang out.

"Stinky bitch~, slut, you dare to hit me?"

"Hooligans." A cold female voice came out.

Yan Murong's face changed. Because this woman's voice is too familiar, it is none other than Su Qingwu.

Pushing away the stool, Yan Murong walked out quickly, and saw Su Qingwu standing not far away with a frosty face, but opposite her stood a young man who looked as handsome as those in those Goryeo idol dramas.

The man's handsome little face also had five bright red finger prints. Obviously, the crisp sound just now was Su Qingwu slapping this guy.

The man was annoyed and angry, and he raised his hand to hit Su Qingwu, but Yan Murong ran over quickly and grabbed the man's arm.

"You look like such a scumbag, don't go to nightclubs to sell, come to restaurants to beat women, do you think you have a long face?" Yan Murong grabbed the man's arm and asked with a smile.

"Let go of me, get out of the way, this~ dares to hit me, I have to kill her today." The man's handsome face was slightly distorted. Being slapped by a woman really made him uncomfortable.

"You scold again, believe it or not, I'll cut out your tongue?" Yan Murong narrowed his eyes, looked at the other party and said coldly.

At Yan Murong's eyes, the man seemed to feel that he was being targeted by a poisonous snake, and he couldn't help but snort, and then said arrogantly. "Do you know who I am? Yes? Let me tell you, I'm Wu Xiaofeng. If you dare to do it to me, I will make it impossible for any of you to leave this store today. ”

"Huh? Is it really Wu Xiaofeng? Duan Zixuan looked at the handsome man and said a little strangely.

Hearing that someone recognized him, Wu Xiaofeng's smile became even brighter, and Yan Murong looked at his smile and couldn't wait to slap him downstairs.

Duan Zixuan and a few people followed Yan Murong out, and there were also several men and women standing behind Wu Xiaofeng, looking at Yan Murong and his party, the women stood aside, and the men rolled up their sleeves one by one, as if they were going to fight.

Yan Murong glanced at the handsome scum of the men, and the bubbling women who were beautiful after makeup, looked at Duan Zixuan and asked. "Who is Wu Xiaofeng?"

"Captain of MGO9." Duan Zixuan said.

"What do you mean?" Yan Murong looked confused, he could memorize twenty-six letters in English. If you shuffle it and put it together to form a word, he's completely finished.

"It's Mixedgroupofnine." Duan Zixuan explained to Yan Murong and said.

"--Can you say something I understand?" Yan Murong looked at Duan Zixuan and asked depressedly.

"Hehe, it's a mixed nine."

"Mixed Nine?" Yan Murong glanced at the other side strangely, and counted, five men and four women, indeed nine people.

"They're stars?"

"Yes."

"That's a mix of that." Yan Murong nodded clearly.

"What are you guys messing with? Tell you, if you hand over this~ son, there will be nothing to do, otherwise none of you will want to leave. Wu Xiaofeng was irritated by Yan Murong and the others' pleasant chatter there, and shouted when he pointed at Yan Murong.

"This is the star?" Yan Murong looked at Duan Zixuan and said. "Why do I think the street hooligans are more polite than they are?"

"I think so too." Duan Zixuan nodded approvingly.

"I said, if you dare to scold again, I will cut out your tongue, I have always done what I say." Yan Murong turned his head, staring at Wu Xiaofeng like a beast and said.

"You-" Wu Xiaofeng was startled and unconsciously took two steps back.

"Oh, this handsome guy, if you have something to say, it's okay to say it, don't hurt the harmony."

At this moment, one of the seductive-looking women with long burgundy hair on the opposite side stood up and began to prepare for the mud.

Wu Xiaofeng lost his mind a little because of anger, but they didn't.

Seeing that Yan Murong and the others were wearing high-end brands, this woman knew that maybe the other party was also a person with some power, so she stood up and began to persuade her.

"That's what I thought too." Yan Murong smiled, turned his head to look at Su Qingwu and asked. "What happened to him just now?"

"He-" Su Qingwu hesitated for a moment, then glanced at Wu Xiaofeng resentfully and said. "I just went out to the bathroom, and when I came back, he- he touched me."

"Touching you?" Yan Murong's eyes lit up and asked. "Where's the touch?"

"Touch-" Su Qingwu's face turned red again, and she just refused to say it.

"Say, where did he touch you?" Yan Murong said in a deep voice.

"Touch—touch my ass." Su said lightly, and after speaking, her whole face turned red, as if the word ass came out of her mouth and made her shy.

"You touched her?" Yan Murong turned his head, the smile on his face was gone, and his eyes were even colder.

"I just touched it, so what?" Wu Xiaofeng was furious by Yan Murong's eyes, but he still said stiffly. "Aren't women just for men to touch? How about touching it? ”

"Bang Bang Bang-"

Yan Murong laughed, clapped his hands and said. "Well, that's right, women are for men to touch."

As he spoke, Yan Murong's face changed. "But, my woman, only I can touch. No one is allowed to touch a woman I haven't touched. ”

After speaking, Yan Murong kicked out like lightning.

The feet of the severed children and grandchildren reappear in the rivers and lakes - PS: Asking for flowers......