"You talk, I'll make a call." Pang Tong quickly adjusted the expression on his face, stood up and said, then nodded to everyone, and walked towards the door.

"Are you going to report to Zheng Wuming?" Yan Murong asked.

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Pang Tong was speechless, and everyone was speechless.

Pang Tong thought, no wonder Zheng Shao didn't let him do it, and he specially told him, even if he met him, he just didn't see it.

Originally, Pang Tong was still very disdainful, thinking that Zheng Wuming had been hit by Yan Murong several times and had a psychological shadow. But now it seems that Zheng Wuming's advice is not unreasonable.

Looking at Yan Murong's face and knowingly asked expression, Pang Tong wanted to pick up the wine bottle on the table and smash it.

Damn, this bastard is so annoying, you just need to know it in your own heart, why do you have to say it? Isn't this a deliberate attempt to make people unable to get off the stage?

You are in Yanjing with the Zheng family, and you are alive and dead with Zheng Wuming, everyone who has a little energy knows it, and the Pang family is the spokesperson of the Zheng family in Suzhou and Hangzhou, and everyone knows it.

When Yan Murong said this, he undoubtedly explained in public that the Pang family was a subordinate of the Zheng family - or to put it bluntly, that is, he Pang Tong was a dog of Zheng Wuming, and he had to report anything to him.

Although what Yan Murong said was very tactful, and it didn't get dirty, this is also a naked ~ naked ~ naked face slapping in public.

Pang Tongchang is not very good-looking, not to say that he is five big and three thick, but his face is extremely old, people in their twenties, there are several forehead lines, and they look like they are about thirty or forty years old, and they belong to the kind of appearance that makes people look at it carefully and look at it suddenly.

After being aroused by Yan Murong's words, the facial features on his face became even more distorted.

Even anyone who is scolded as a dog will not be happy - even if his identity is similar.

Although Pang Tong is called a huge young man, there are also two kinds of people in the big and young people, one is the kind of person who can't fight back, scolds and doesn't fight back, tries to maintain his demeanor, and then kills you behind his back. And the other kind is Pang Tong, the kind like Situ Jin, who shouts to kill your whole family after being wronged.

So, after being angered by Yan Murong's success, Pang Tong turned around and pointed at Yan Murong and scolded. "Fuck you."

Yan Murong was angry, but the smile on his face was even better.

Then, the half-drunk bottle of Lafite on the crystal coffee table in front of the sofa disappeared, and then, everyone saw a black shadow flash in front of them.

"Bang!"

The red wine bottle that disappeared on the coffee table appeared in front of Pang Tong's face, and then his big cake face as if it had been run over by the earth made a collision between the soul and the ** with the glass wine bottle.

Because Yan Murong used a lot of strength, Pang Tong's body that was hit by this blow fell directly backwards, and when he got up again, his face was already blooming.

His clothes were wet, his hair was wet, his face was wet - his face was scratched by the fragments of the broken wine bottle, and a small part of the fragments hung on his face, and the nosebleed unconsciously flowed down, and the red liquid on his face fell to the ground dripping down his chin, making it impossible to tell whether it was wine or blood, or a combination of wine and blood.

In this way, Pang Tong, who was not good-looking at all, now has a more hideous expression, like a devil who has just crawled out of hell.

This time it was too sudden, Yan Murong's movements were too fast, and before everyone could see what was going on, the wine bottle disappeared and reappeared, on Pang Tong's face.

Han Xiang and Teng Xiangling were taken aback by this sudden attack, and they all opened their mouths in surprise, looking incredulous.

Gongsun Wuji, Yao Yuan and Zhang Qi are not much better.

Needless to say, Gongsun Wuji knew Yan Murong's style of acting, but he knew that when he saw this kind of live broadcast, it still brought him a lot of surprise.

Yao Yuan and Zhang Qi opened their mouths even more in shock, their faces full of incredulity.

Well, they admit that they are the second generation of rich, the second generation of officials. also admit that they are unlearned and unskilled children - but, even if they want to repair a person, they are looking for someone else to do it behind their backs, and if they have to participate in person, they will first work hard for a while, and then order all the people to do it.

This kind of person who scolds others as soon as they open their mouths and scolds others with a wine bottle is the first time they have seen it.

Zhang Qi, the son of the police chief, even thought evilly, what kind of consequences would it be if this guy was sent to the police to be a negotiator?

This skill, this speed. If the bandits scolded him when he was negotiating with the bandits to rescue the hostages, would he throw a bottle of wine over?

Of course, it was impossible for him to say it, let alone make Yan Murong an expert negotiator.

Yan Murong didn't know about his nonsensical thoughts, so he just looked at Pang Tong who was standing there with a smile on his face, and said with some embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I was angry when you scolded me, I just wanted to throw the wine bottle to scare you, but I didn't expect to throw it crookedly."

Looking at Yan Murong's serious apology, Pang Tong's heart couldn't help twitching, and he wanted to kill people - this bastard pretended to be quite similar.

"Brother Yan, don't be impulsive." After Han Xiang was stunned for a while, she reacted, quickly got up from the sofa, grabbed Yan Murong's arm, and said persuasively. "There's something to sit down and talk about."

After speaking, he glanced at Pang Tong, who was on the verge of an outbreak, and said in a cold voice. "Pang Gongzi, I'm not the place for you to fight."

Pang Tong's little heart twitched again.

Angry? Very angry.

Want to get angry? Would like to.

But he couldn't do that.

He was jealous of Han Xiang's identity, and he was even more reluctant to provoke a powerful enemy for no reason.

After taking a few deep breaths and wiping off the mixed liquid of blood and red wine on his face, Pang Tong suppressed the anger in his heart.

"Okay, Miss Han, I'll give you face." Pang Tong said coldly, looked at Gongsun Wuji and the others, and said. "Everyone, I'll take my leave first, and I'll invite a few more people another day."

After speaking, he stared at Yan Murong a few more times, as if he wanted to engrave Yan Murong's appearance in his heart.

"Yan Murong, I still say the same thing, this is Suzhou and Hangzhou, not Yanjing, today's matter, Pang Mou gave Miss Han face, but you had better be careful."

After saying that, he opened the door and walked out without looking back.