Yan Murong almost burst out laughing.

Master? That's a stinking name.

The shell rolls the dung ball, and the smell is similar. Ming Junli was mixed up with Zheng Wuming, who was known as the first son of Yanjing, all day long, and as a result, he gave himself such a stinky fart. But then again, regardless of men, women, young and old, it feels quite cool to call you young master when they see you.

"Is he there?" Yan Murong asked.

"No, are you looking for him?" Ren Yafang is obviously not the kind of woman with a small chest and brain capacity, this man only let her accompany her to chat at such a high price, and now he asks about the young master, it seems that his purpose is not to play.

Friend or foe? Ren Yafang thought to herself.

"Well, we're friends." Yan Murong said. "It's the kind of friend who has been lost for many years, and I miss him a lot."

Yes, Yan Murong really misses him, and I can't wait to beat him into a pig's head if I think about him-grandma's, you're also a turtle, you have a little vision, okay? What is the future of mixing with Zheng Wuming?

Ren Yafang nodded and didn't ask any more.

Friend? What are you kidding, as soon as you come, you have to pull me to chat with you, and then you go around asking for news, is this a friend?

"Yan Shao, you sit down for a while, I'll go to the bathroom." Ren Yafang stood up and said.

"Isn't there one in the box?" Yan Murong said.

"That's not going to work." Ren Yafang said with a smile. "The restrooms in the private rooms are for guests, so we can't use them."

"Okay, go and get back." Yan Murong nodded, although this excuse was lame, Yan Murong also wanted to see who this woman would bring back after she went out.

"Is that okay?" Ning Kun sat down and asked in a low voice.

"What doesn't work?" Yan Murong asked rhetorically.

"Don't tell me you didn't see it." Ning Kun said. "The people who work here, they're all human spirits, and she said she went to the bathroom, do you believe it?"

"I don't believe it." Yan Murong shook his head. "I just want to see who she'll bring back."

Sure enough, five minutes later, the door of the box was pushed open, and it was not only Ren Yafang who came back, but also a man in a suit beside her.

Yan Murong swept over with a smile in his eyes, and Ren Yafang lowered his head.

Yes, she was afraid that Yan Murong and the others would make trouble here, so she used the excuse of going to the bathroom, and then went to find someone, but now when she saw Yan Murong's eyes that could almost see through people's hearts, her liver was beating hard, and she didn't dare to look at Yan Murong.

"Manager Ren, what you're doing is not right." Yan Murong said with a smile as if he hadn't seen the man. "If you take my money, you should chat and drink with me, what is it to find a man? I'm not in the habit of drinking and chatting with men - oh, you're going to the bathroom, are you going to the men's bathroom? ”

Ren Yafang's head was lowered, and Yan Murong's words made her feel weak for a while.

"This gentleman, Manager Ren, she doesn't mean anything else." The man smiled and put his hand into the suit pocket, took out a piece of paper and put it on the coffee table in front of Yan Murong, and said. "You see, she's our lobby manager, so it's not appropriate for her to accompany the drink, right? Oh, so, sir, the check will be returned to you, and if necessary, I will arrange it for you, and count me as a treat. ”

"Who are you?" Yan Murong didn't move the check, looked at the man and asked.

"Look at me, I almost forgot to introduce me." The man was stunned for a moment, the coldness in his eyes flashed, but he quickly laughed again. "Contemptible Zhang Guangyuan, the manager of the security department of the West Lake Club."

"Security Manager?" Yan Murong looked at him with a smile. "Your security department is really lenient. How? You think we're here to make trouble? ――How do you do this business, and do you know what it means that the customer is God? ”

Yes, the customer is God, but it is inevitable that some people will make trouble under the banner of God.

"Sir—"

"Stop." Yan Murong waved his hand, interrupted Zhang Guangyuan's words, turned his head to look at Ren Yafang, and said. "Are you sure you don't want the 200,000?"

"I-" Ren Yafang's face was a little pale, and she squeaked for a long time, but finally shook her head. She knew that the money was not so easy to get.

"Well, I respect your choice." To her surprise, Yan Murong didn't force it.

"Whoosh-bang-"

As soon as Yan Murong's words fell, in the dim room, a black shadow broke through the air, bringing an arc, and finally landed on Zhang Guangyuan's head.

Look, how else to say that these young people are all losers, such an expensive bottle of wine, before you drink it, pick it up and open it for people, it's too expensive.

The sudden change startled the beautiful women who accompanied the wine, and then ran out screaming, leaving only a room of men and a pale-faced Ren Yafang who was at a loss.

The wine mixed with blood flowed down Zhang Guangyuan's forehead and dripped down his cheeks and fell to the ground.

"It's a fucking shame." Yan Murong didn't speak, but a young man with an inch of hair stood up, still holding a wine bottle in his hand, obviously, he was the one who performed the flying bottle stunt to open the scoop for Zhang Guangyuan just now.

"We Yan Shao let this girl chat and drink with her to give her face, don't be embarrassed."

"Xiaobei, sit down." Ning Kun looked at the inch-headed young man and shouted. "We're not in Yanjing, this is Suzhou and Hangzhou, other people's territory."

"Hehe, Ning Shao commanded, and I did it." He smiled, sat down, and didn't use the quilt, just used his teeth to open the cap of the bottle and blew directly into his mouth.

"How many, it seems that we can't get along?" Zhang Guangyuan pushed away Ren Yafang, who was wiping the blood on his forehead with a tissue, and looked at Yan Murong with a cold look. Then he took out the walkie-talkie and shouted in.

"Whoa-la-"

The door of the box was opened again, and this time, a bunch of tall men in suits like Zhang Guangyuan entered, all carrying a rubber baton in their hands, staring at a group of people sitting steadily on the sofa.

"Sir, please leave." Zhang Guangyuan said in a deep voice.

"If you don't leave, are you going to throw us out?" Yan Murong asked with a smile.

"I hope that doesn't happen." Zhang Guangyuan said, and the conversation changed. "However, I don't want anyone to make trouble at our West Lake Clubhouse."

"I'm not here to make trouble, I'm here to find someone." Yan Murong said with a serious face.

"Throw it out." Zhang Guangyuan ordered with a low snort.

He was the manager of the security department, and as soon as he gave the order, his subordinates rushed towards Yan Murong with batons.

"Bang-bang-"

"Bang-bang-"

Three seconds later, Yan Murong sat steadily on the sofa, while the two guys who rushed over flew out upside down and smashed on the floor covered with woolen carpets, making a muffled sound.

PS: Don't go away, there will be a fourth chapter!