Zheng Wuming didn't come alone, he was still followed by Kunlun, Yan Murong sneered at Kunlun, and he vomited blood from his own internal injuries and came to join in the fun.

Yan Murong had already seen it when Zheng Wuming walked into the door, took out his mobile phone and looked at the time, then grinned and smiled at Zheng Tianlun, who was standing stupidly on the side. "Your big brother is eight minutes late, so I'm going to smack you eight big mouths."

"You-" Zheng Tianlun originally thought that Yan Murong was just talking, and now that his eldest brother is here, he should be fine, but he didn't expect that Yan Murong would not only talk, but also take practical actions.

Zheng Tianlun wanted to hide, but Yan Murong was faster, and before he pulled out his legs, he grabbed his collar and dragged him over, and then went up with his forehand and backhand to find four big mouths.

"Bang bang bang!"

With four crisp sounds, Zheng Tianlun was already blind, his eyes were full of little stars flashing and flashing, his cheeks on both sides were rapidly swollen, and the corners of his mouth were also covered with bloodshots.

"The remaining four are left to you." Yan Murong looked back at Hua Cuo and said.

"Okay." Hua Cuo smiled bitterly in his heart, looked at Zheng Wuming, who had already walked over quickly, and sighed even more in his heart - it seems that he can't go into the water today.

"Bang bang bang!"

There were four more crisp sounds, and Hua Wrong gave a relay to face, and then--then Zheng Tianlun's pretty face, which was already swollen, completely turned into a pig's head.

The lights turned on, the music stopped, and the atmosphere of the scene was suddenly very weird, except for the "pop" slap, even the breathing was cautious.

Everyone's first thought was that the son of the Zheng family was slapped in public, which was a good show.

Tan Hui was about to cry in a hurry, of course, he was anxious because he saw that Zheng Wuming had already walked over, and these two guys were still slapping their brother's big mouth without any scruples.

He hasn't been mixed up for a day or two, and it can be analyzed from Yan Murong's words that he and Zheng Wuming, the first son of Yanjing, are at least at the same level, if he wants to do it, he can't stop it, but it's not good if he doesn't stop it, as a result, when he didn't think of what to do, Yan Murong had already pumped four big mouths - it didn't matter if he finished pumping, he even encouraged the man with pigtails to smoke four more. What made him even more devastated was that Zheng Wuming had already come in and seen them all.

Tan Hui was really about to cry, if Zheng Wuming's heart was smaller, his own bar would be finished, although he was also a part-time worker, but this bar also had his shares after all.

"Yan Murong, the flower is wrong, you are too much." Under Kunlun's opening path, Zheng Wuming squeezed into the crowd, looked at Yan Murong and Hua Cuo with a gloomy face, but when he saw Su Qingwu standing behind Yan Murong, he was stunned.

Well, it seems that Yan Murong said on the phone just now that it was Zheng Tianlun who molested his woman.

Damn, is this woman talking about Su Qingwu?

For a while, Zheng Wuming was a little embarrassed.

Su Qingwu is the woman he likes, and it can be said that she is the kind that will not swerve until death.

Although she is already married, Zheng Wuming doesn't care about that, he is willing to wait - but the woman he likes is molested by his brother tonight? What should I do?

"Qingwu, you're here too." Zheng Wuming quickly adjusted the expression on his face, replaced it with an extremely gentle smile, looked at Su Qingwu and asked softly.

This smile suddenly bloomed like a hundred flowers—oh, wrong, like a dog's tail flower, and it made the hearts of some of the women who gathered around to watch the excitement from a distance suddenly feel a stir.

Handsome! It's handsome! It's so handsome.

They even thought how nice it would be if the smile was for them.

Zheng Wuming is not a commercial legend, or the dream lover of countless young girls and young women, and the prince charming in his heart.

Look at the appearance of others, tall and handsome, graceful, and then look at the family background, famous family, and noble family. There is a lot of money, power, and so on, which woman doesn't like such a man?

Just now, they thought that Yan Murong was very handsome, sunny and handsome, delicate and handsome, and the corners of his mouth would always have a bad smile - but now it seems -

Damn, it's useless to be handsome, you have to have money.

Nowadays, the saying that men are not bad and women are not loved is no longer the mainstream, and it is the correct solution for men to have no money and women not to love.

"Hmm." Su Qingwu replied lightly and stopped talking.

"This--my brother is used to staying abroad, and you know, France is known as the romantic capital, and it is also very open, so I apologize to you for him if there is anything wrong with Tianlun." Zheng Wuming said apologetically, as if the thing that was angry at Yan Murong just now had not happened at all.

"See, this is the typical symptom of a hypocrite." Hua Staggered and laughed sarcastically. "There is no cure for this disease."

"Indeed." Yan Murong nodded approvingly. "In my life, I have followed the old man all over the country, practiced countless doctors, and seen a lot of various incurable diseases, but I think I can't cure his disease."

The two sang and harmonized, as if they were talking about cross talk, which made Zheng Wuming's face change, but he still endured it. Turned to Zheng Tianlun, who had turned into a pig's head on this full moon night, and said. "Tianlun, I haven't come to apologize yet."

"Huh?" Zheng Tianlun was stunned.

What's going on? Why do you have to apologize to others when you are beaten? What's wrong with your big brother?

"Ahh Zheng Wuming shouted in a deep voice.

"I-" Zheng Tianlun shook his still somewhat dizzy head before he reacted and said aggrievedly. "Big brother, what's wrong with me, he's talking nonsense, why am I molesting?"

Because his cheeks were swollen like a pig's head, his speech was a little slurred, and coupled with his aggrieved expression, Zheng Tianlun looked particularly funny at this time.

"I'll make you apologize." Zheng Wuming shouted again.

He also knew that although his younger brother was a little distracted, he was not a hooligan in the market after all, and he would not use some rogue means to chase women, Yan Murong said this, but he was just deliberately finding fault.

But the problem is that this woman is Su Qingwu, so he doesn't care what Zheng Tianlun did, apologizing first is the only choice - at least in this way, maybe it will make Su Qingwu feel better.

I have to say that Zheng Wuming is indeed an infatuated person, in order to leave a good impression in front of the woman he likes in his heart, he doesn't even take his brother seriously when he is beaten.

As for Yan Murong - the beam between the two of them is deep, and these will be counted slowly in the future.