The mouth of the green bamboo snake, the needle behind the wasp tail. Everything is not poisonous, the most poisonous - Yan Murong's heart.

Ming Junli was very angry, the first time on his right cheek and the first time on his left cheek were all given to Yan Murong's slap on this rainy and sunny night. Oh, by the way, he seems to have just spat in the palm of his hand.

The more he thought about it, the more disgusting he felt while being angry.

Hit him? can't beat it, and his background is there, it's his fiancée's brother, the old man's goal for himself is to marry Guo Ya'an home, if he beats her brother, this matter must be blown completely? Besides, who would dare to do it?

Looking back carefully, Ming Junli felt that he had been in vain for so many years.

This guy took himself into the ditch at the beginning, what kind of Kararaka Kingdom, bullshit, didn't he find an excuse to beat himself and make himself angry? - People have said before that it's just a way to say hello.

Touching his face, he felt wet, it was the temperature of Yan Murong's saliva.

Ming Junli had an expression of eating dead flies, as if Yan Murong had not brushed his teeth and had bad breath when he went out in the morning.

"I'm sorry, farewell." Ming Junli's face changed a few times, and if he stayed any longer, his face would be completely lost, so he had to turn around and leave.

Ming Junli left, and the men in suits who came looked at each other one by one.

What to do? Kick him out?

Not okay? He is the eldest of the Yan family.

After making eye contact, they decided not to care.

Obviously, looking at the attitude of these people today, it is obvious that they are here to find fault, they are just part-time workers, and to put it nicely, they are also high-level part-time workers, so why bother to wade into this troubled water? I can't do it.

Brother Childe's world is really incomprehensible.

In the blink of an eye, the men in the suits who had arrived were gone, leaving only the man who had been in front of the door at the beginning.

"Can we go in now?" Yan Murong turned his head, looked at him and asked.

"Yes." The man in the suit nodded hurriedly. Just kidding, this guy is a mad dog, and he'll bite anyone who provokes him.

"Thank you." Yan Murong thanked him sincerely, and his expression was as much as he owed a beating.

Accompanied by two beauties, one left and one right, Yan Murong pushed open the door and walked in.

This is a banquet hall of nearly 1,000 square meters, but there are only a few dozen people inside, which looks extremely empty. On one side of the hall is a dining table filled with a variety of food, and on the other side is a resting place. There is a large space in the middle, which appears to be used as a dance floor.

A small band was playing a soft tune on the front stage, and handsome men and women gathered together in a bunch of east and west, chatting enthusiastically.

"They don't dare to be creative, that's the tone of a party." Yan Murong sneered. He had attended quite a few meetings, and it was not interesting at all.

"What else can I get creative with a party?" Su Qingwu opened her mouth and said, she knew the meaning of Yan Murong's words. "Since ancient times, the word party has represented a platform for communication - someone provides a place, and naturally someone will come to attend, no matter what the purpose, there will always be people who are happy to meet for what purpose."

"Okay, I'll admit, I haven't had dinner yet, so I'm going to eat something first." Yan Murong said very honestly, and then walked straight to the table full of exquisite food, picked up an empty plate, and began to scan the food on the table with his eyes like radar.

"You're here too?" Just when Yan Murong was thinking about what to say first, Ning Kun's voice sounded beside him, and when he turned his head, he saw Ning Kun looking at him with a solemn face.

"Looks like you're taken aback, too." Yan Murong said with a smile.

"It almost scared my little heart out of my throat." Ning Kun patted his chest with a palpitating look on his face and said.

"It's not that exaggerated, is it?" Yan Murong set his sights on a plate of Spanish sausages, picked up two sticks with a clip and hid them in the plate, and said. "You used to be friends."

"You said it, that was before." Ning Kun knew the meaning of Yan Murong's words, shook his head, and said. "It's a different story now - besides, I'm a little scared of such a weird scene."

"Huh." Yan Murong laughed twice, but did not speak again. He believed Ning Kun's words, because he was really taken aback when he saw Zheng Wuming in Su Qingwu's office—even though he had always felt that Zheng Wuming was not dead.

"Here, eat a little sausage." Yan Murong pointed to the roasted crispy and tender sausages and said. "I've seen it on TV before, and when I ate it today, it tasted pretty good."

"No, you better eat it yourself, I'll go over there and talk first." Ning Kun smiled and turned around to leave directly.

"I'm too timid, it's just a sausage, I don't dare to eat it." Yan Murong muttered, then picked up the sausage with a fork and ate it with relish.

"Brother, what are you eating?" Guo Ya'an, who accompanied Su Qingwu to the bathroom, ran back, and looked at Yan Murong eating with an intoxicated face, so he couldn't help but ask. "Huh? Sausage? Is it tasty? ”

"It's delicious, it's very delicious." Yan Murong nodded with great affirmation. "Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, without a trace of starch."

"Then I'll try it too." Looking at the appearance of the sausage, Guo Ya'an also felt good, picked up a plate and put two sausages in it and ate it with relish.

"Huh? That's good. As soon as he took a bite, Guo Ya'an exclaimed. Brother, what is this? It tastes like beef. ”

"That's beef." Su Qingwu also walked over, looking at Guo Ya'an's eyes, something was wrong. "Ya'an, you- how do you eat this?"

"Uh-what's wrong with this?" Guo Ya'an looked at the sausage, then at Su Qingwu, and finally looked at Yan Murong's face. "Brother, what's wrong with this sausage?"

"Not really." Yan Murong looked innocent. "Don't you think it's delicious?"

"Yes, but sister-in-law—" Guo Ya'an looked at Su Qingwu again. "Sister-in-law, what's wrong with this sausage?"

"Nothing." Su Qingwu waved his hand again and again.

"Really nothing?" Guo Yaan always felt that something was wrong. "Sister-in-law, you are the chairman of such a big company, it's not good to lie."

"I-really nothing." Su Qingwu muttered quietly. "It's just that the production process is a little special."

"There's something special about the craftsmanship?" Guo Ya'an looked at Yan Murong again. "Brother, tell me, what is this thing made of?"

"Beef." Yan Murong smiled. "As your sister-in-law said, the craftsmanship is a little special - this sausage is called Spanish sausage, you know what Spain produces, right?"

"Matador, oh, and beef."

"Yes, plenty of beef." Yan Murong nodded. "Spain is a thrifty people, they eat grilled steak at the same time, those heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys and the like don't want to spend, so chop it, add a special local spice, pour it into the intestines, and make this kind of Spanish sausage in front of you."

"Vomit—"

Guo Yaan covered her mouth and ran to the bathroom again.