"It's wrong, I don't know if you've heard a word." Yan Murong looked at Hua and asked. "Do you know why the legal age of marriage in China is twenty-two, while the soldier only needs to be eighteen?"

"Why?"

"Two reasons." Yan Murong said with a smile. "First, fighting a war is not as terrible as getting married, and second, women are more difficult to deal with than enemies."

Hua Cuo was choked, and secretly glanced at Su Qingwu, who was expressionless on the side, and really didn't know whether to take a stubble. He was so smart, how could he not understand what Yan Murong meant-this guy made such a big detour, didn't he just want to express the meaning of the four words "red face and troubled water".

Sure enough, the man who delivered the wine frowned when he saw Yan Murong and Hua Cuo clean the bottle of red wine worth more than 10,000 yuan in half as soon as they raised their necks, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, and then he stood up and walked over to Yan Murong and the others, and there were five men of his age at the same table with him, and after seeing him stand up, they all stood up.

"You are very rude, sir." The man walked up to Yan Murong and the others, looked at Yan Murong and said. "This bottle of wine is for this beautiful young lady, not for you."

"Hit the sea." Yan Murong hadn't spoken yet, but Hua Wrong had spoken first.

"From the sea?" The man was stunned for a moment, and didn't realize what it meant for a while.

"He's asking you, is it a turtle." Yan Murong kindly translated for him.

Obviously, men are not stupid, as soon as Yan Murong said this, he understood that the man with the pigtails was making fun of him.

", how do you talk to us Zheng Shao?" The man didn't speak, but a young man in his twenties behind him jumped out first, pointed at Yan Murong and scolded. "Be careful when you speak, there are some people you can't afford to offend."

"Your surname is Zheng?" Yan Murong was surprisingly scolded by someone pointing at his nose and did not get angry, but looked at the man in front of him, and seemed to have some familiar feelings.

"That's right, Zheng Tianlun." The man took his name.

"Who are you Zheng Wuming?" Yan Murong asked suddenly.

Zheng Tianlun was stunned by Yan Murong's question, and then asked. "You know my big brother?"

"Damn, I said how do you think I've seen it somewhere?" Yan Murong suddenly realized that this guy named Zheng Tianlun was still Zheng Wuming's younger brother.

"No wonder, it does look quite like Zheng Wuming's idiot." Yan Murong glanced at Zheng Tianlun and said lightly. "Your Zheng family, there is no good thing."

"Be the and be careful when you talk, aren't you looking for death?" Zheng Tianlun was angry, and the image of the handsome son he tried his best to maintain was suddenly thrown out of the eight streets. But because the other party dared to say such things in front of him, he didn't have the impulse to do it immediately.

He is not stupid, in this place of Yanjing, everyone can't be underestimated.

Although he has been abroad for a long time, he also knows how deep the water in Yanjing is. Although the man in front of him looks plain, he may not be the son of a big family.

"How the are you talking, you've lived enough, haven't you?" Zheng Tianlun didn't move, it didn't mean that the group of people standing behind him wouldn't move.

This is a group of faithful dogs, and when their owners are insulted, they immediately bare their teeth and pounce on each other to bite each other.

"Who are you?" Zheng Tianlun was quite reasonable, and stopped the group of 'little brothers' behind him who wanted to pounce on Yan Murong to teach Yan Murong a lesson, and asked Yan Murong in a deep voice.

"I am—" Yan Murong just wanted to say his clearness, but the words changed, turned his head to look at Hua Cuo, and asked. "Hey, you're honest, you really don't know how to fight?"

Hua Cuo smiled bitterly, and his heart was even more slanderous. It seems that he has to be dragged into the water by him today.

"To be honest, I've studied sanda for a few years, and I can barely play one or two." Hua Tso touched his nose and said with a wry smile.

Since he decided to stand on Yan Murong's side, he always had to behave.

"That's good." Yan Murong nodded and asked. "Do you want to beat up that hypocrite's brother?"

"Yes." Hua Cuo replied without hesitation.

"I'll come first." After Yan Murong finished speaking, he suddenly smiled, and when Zheng Tianlun pricked up his ears and was about to listen to Yan Murong's self-report to the door before he could react, he suddenly stood up, and then kicked Zheng Tianlun's lower abdomen.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Caught off guard, Zheng Tianlun was kicked out by Yan Murong, and his body smashed over a table behind him.

Of course, a young man behind him was affected by the pond fish and became Zheng Tianlun's human flesh cushion.

Even with a human cushion on his back, a kick on his stomach still made Zheng Tianlun's aching intestines turn a little.

"Don't mess around." Su Qingwu was also stunned by this sudden kick, and when she saw Zheng Tianlun who was holding her stomach on the ground and breaking out in a cold sweat on her head, she reacted, stood up and looked at Yan Murong and said--It's just that tone makes Yan Murong feel very strange.

Although the expression was surprised, the tone was still very flat - she said not to mess around, but to say it in this tone was as if to say - be careful, don't kill the girl.

Several young people who followed Zheng Tianlun were also stunned after seeing Zheng Tianlun being kicked out, but they quickly reacted, and their eyes were full of anger, and they pounced on Yan Murong.

"Let's do it." Yan Murong's voice fell, and the person had already moved.

That's right, Yan Murong is deliberately finding fault, firstly, he wants to take revenge on Zheng Tianlun for 'seducing' his genuine daughter-in-law, and on the other hand, he wants to find an opportunity to pull Hua Wrong into the water - of course, the main purpose is that when he knows that this guy in front of him is Zheng Wuming's younger brother, he wants to find something to disgust Zheng Wuming.

When a few loyal dogs pounced on Yan Murong with their teeth and claws, Yan Murong pursed his lips with disdain.

Looking at what they are wearing, and being with Zheng Wuming's younger brother, they are all people in the circle~ children, these big young masters, let them bully and bully ordinary people, flirt with girls from good families, let them fight, one by one, they can only put their posture to their feet, and compared with their posture, their strength is the difference between heaven and earth.

In less than twenty seconds, Yan Murong put down three, and Hua Cuo also put down two very cleanly, except for the one who was pressed under the adult human cushion by Zheng Tianlun and fainted, the remaining five were all put to the ground by Yan Murong and Hua Cuo.

"That's it." Yan Murong clapped his palms, looked at Zheng Tianlun, who was lying on the ground holding his stomach, his face was extremely ugly, and said. "It's your turn."

ps: Ask for flowers, ask for flowers. In addition, thank you for the VIP ticket of the student who spent the wrong time.