"Duckweed Clubhouse." It is a bar-style entertainment club under Zheng Wuming's name, and the name has a somewhat decadent feeling.

This is not one of the ordinary bars in the bar street, although it is not like other high-end clubs, which require hundreds of thousands of membership fees, but not everyone can enter.

You have to have a corresponding identity to be a stepping stone to this bar.

"Why did you promise him?" Standing at the door of the duckweed club, Su Qingwu looked at Yan Murong with a calm face and asked.

Whether it was the first meeting or the second meeting tonight, he and Zheng Wuming were on opposite sides, and the two of them were quite provocative towards each other, but what Su Qingwu couldn't understand was that Zheng Wuming's provocation of Yan Murong may be attributed to his reasons, but why did Yan Murong take the initiative to provoke Zheng Wuming? Does he care about himself?

No way, if this guy cared about himself, he wouldn't have run away that night.

"I just wanted to come and see it." Yan Murong shrugged his shoulders and said perfunctorily.

Teng Xiangling on the side suddenly seemed to be a different person, and followed the two of them without saying a word.

From the time Gao Cheng called out Yan Shao and Gao Cheng showed a flattering smile at Yan Murong, Teng Xiangling knew that this idiot-like guy, I'm afraid his identity would not be simple, and when Gao Cheng said the four words of famous family, he already knew Yan Murong's identity - Yan Murong, the eldest grandson of the previous general secretary of Huaxia.

This bastard is so big, but why did he fall into that virtue?

"Do you think I'll believe it?" Su Qingwu stared at Yan Murong and said.

"I didn't let you believe it." Yan Murong pursed his lips and said. Since you've been lifted to the front, why should I continue to disguise yourself? Sometimes low-key is necessary, but after low-key fails, high-profile is also inevitable.

That's right, Yan Murong decided that he would be high-profile, high-profile, and high-profile in the future, aren't you Zheng Wuming low-key? Then I'll be high-profile, always on one side, and when one day you can't help but be high-profile, the flaws will be exposed-you know, people who have always been low-key will not adapt so quickly when they suddenly become high-profile.

They are accustomed to the darkness, to forethought, to directing from behind their backs - but they are not necessarily accustomed to face-to-face encounters.

Thinking determines behavior, sometimes, no matter how strong a person is, when he gets used to a kind of thinking, he wants to make changes, and he can't fully adapt to it in a short time.

In fact, Yan Murong has already determined that the Zheng family in the old man's mouth is Zheng Wuming's Zheng family, and he also knows that the old man is so arrogant, and people who are not afraid of heaven and earth must remind themselves to be careful, which proves that the Zheng family is indeed worthy of their own beware, Zheng Wuming, he must also be on guard.

Although I don't know what enmity the old man has with the Zheng family, I can guess from the deep tone in which the old man said the word Zheng family that this feud is not much smaller.

"Tell me, I want to know." Su Qingwu said with a sincere expression, she wanted to know why Yan Murong would accept Zheng Wuming's provocation, and she wanted to know very much. There are some things that she is very uncomfortable with if she can't master some of them.

"Didn't I say that? In addition to liking medicine, I also like martial arts, which is why I came. Yan Murong said perfunctorily again.

"I want to hear the truth." Su Qingwu shook her head stubbornly.

Why is this woman so annoying, Yan Murong thought depressedly.

"Okay." Yan Murong said with a wry smile. "I went out alone last night and something happened."

"What's the matter?"

"I hit his brother."

"Oh?" Su Qingwu sighed lightly, raised her eyebrows, and her expression was stunned for a moment, but she quickly recovered. "Good fight."

"Huh?" This time it was Yan Murong's turn to be stunned. I thought that she would tell her a bunch of big truths about what is not in the interests of the center, but she didn't think about it, she actually said that she played well.

"I hate him." Su Qingwu saw that Yan Murong was stunned, so he explained.

Hate him? Which he? Zheng Wuming or Zheng Xiao?

"What's going on?" Su Qingwu asked.

Although she didn't care about this, she still had to ask clearly, he hadn't seen how powerful Yan Murong's kung fu was, but judging from his ability to escape without alarming Zhongnanhai's guards, he must not be weak.

For a while, Su Qingwu was a little confused - originally, she thought that she had seen through this man who she had been set down since she was a child, but after not seeing him for many years, he still seemed to be so stupid, but he hid it even deeper.

The reason why I asked Zheng Xiao what he was beaten like was out of instinct. The Zheng family is not a small family, although in the big family, the status of the eldest and second young is very different, but how to say, Zheng Xiao is also Zheng Wuming's younger brother, Zheng Wuming did not turn his face on the spot in the hotel, it is enough to be patient, but since Yan Murong was invited to duckweed, it also means that Zheng Wuming cannot swallow his anger after Zheng Xiao was beaten by Yan Murong.

Low-key is low-key, but it must not be allowed to on the neck.

"It's not good, it's just pulling out his full mouth." ――

"Murong went to the duckweed club?" In the Yan family's study, Yan Longteng put down Deng Yan in his hand, looked at a burly man in front of him with a serious face and asked.

"Yes, old chief." The man said respectfully. "Old chief, do you want me to protect Young Master Murong?"

"No, Xue Yan has already gone." Yan Longteng waved his hand and said in a deep voice. "It's always coming, I just didn't think about it, this little guy is ready to do it so soon, Lao Miao, I just hope he won't have an accident, I can't help with this."

After muttering to himself for a while, Yan Longteng raised his head, his eyes flashed with a flash of essence, and he looked at the man in front of him and asked. "Tell Xue Yan that if it's not necessary, you only need to protect Murong in the dark, and if someone dares to hurt Murong, you can't kill him."

"Understood." The man said in a deep voice.

"Alright, you go down first."

After the man went out, Yan Longteng grabbed the phone on the table and dialed it out.

"Lao Miao, Murong has already been in contact with the Zheng family, I can't help him."

"He'll be fine."

"I hope so." Yan Longteng paused and said. "But, you have to help him."

"I know." He said in a deep voice on the other end of the phone. "I said that he would be okay and he would be fine, you said, your Yan family owes me a favor, why don't I owe you a favor."

Then, the two fell silent again, and it was not until the busy sound of "doo" came out of the phone that Yan Longteng shook his head, hung up the phone, grabbed the book again, and read it seriously.