Murong Jing still had a meeting to hold and ignored him, and when he came back from the meeting, he found that he was still there, and he couldn't leave, so Murong Jing had to call Meng Yan in the evening.

Meng was a little surprised in the evening: "Tell him that I am in Shangcheng District, and I am still in the hotel before." ”

Mr. Wang stayed where he was and refused to leave: "If you ask her to come to me, I won't go over." ”

Murong Jing felt that he was annoying, and directly called the security guards to drive people away.

Mr. Wang threatened her: "Murong Jing, I run a security company, you can think about how many people there are under my hands." He pointed to the group of security guards outside the door, "Most of the security personnel in Kyoto are from my company, your little bit of people is not enough for me to stuff my teeth, do you want to offend me for a Monday night, you weigh it carefully!" ”

At this time, Murong Jing's mobile phone rang, and Meng Wan's extremely nice voice came from inside: "You let her wait there, and I'll go over." ”

"Late ......"

"Hung up." Meng Yan didn't listen to her words later, and hung up directly.

Forty minutes later, Meng Wan appeared in Murong Jing's office, and saw Mr. Wang, who was sitting on a chair with Erlang's legs crossed and looking arrogant, Meng Wan walked over, "Something?" ”

"Do you think that's all there is to it for the wound on my head?" Mr. Wang pointed to his head, he was drunk before, and he was not very sober, and he hurt his head after being beaten by Meng Wan, and his brain was not very clear, and he rested for a while after seeing the doctor, and after the alcohol was completely dissipated, Mr. Wang realized that this matter could not be just settled.

He stood up with the support of two security guards: "My old Wang has been in Kyoto for decades, and it is the first time that he has been beaten on the head!" ”

He was furious, and his sharp eyes were fierce.

Meng Yan raised his eyebrows slightly: "Who hasn't come out to mix?" ”

"Little sister, do you know who I am? How dare you talk to me like that? Or do you think you'll be able to walk sideways in Kyoto with a little bit of gambling? Let me tell you, there are many capable people here, what is a Murong Zhen? I don't think about it at all. Mr. Wang's face was full of disdain, and in the end, even Murong Jing began to count.

Meng Yan thought it was quite funny: "It has nothing to do with me whether you put it in your eyes or not, since you are looking for me, then let's open the skylight and say something, what do you want to do?" ”

"Hand over your sister and let her kneel down in public to apologize to me, that's all there is to it, and I won't embarrass you." Mr. Wang said very seriously.

The corners of Meng Wan's mouth curved: "That's it?" ”

"Yes, it's that simple." Mr. Wang nodded, took out his mobile phone, and he was about to record a video and send it out.

Meng said in the evening: "What if I don't agree? ”

Mr. Wang had a cold face: "Then you come and kneel, I won't pick it anyway." ”

As long as someone kneels down and kowtows to apologize, the face he lost can be regarded as regained. This man is outside, the most important thing is face, he is a big man and let a woman beat, and more importantly, he still runs a security company, if this is spread out, who will dare to cooperate with their company after it is spread? Who would dare to use his people?

His abacus, Meng Yan could see it clearly, and her face was full of indifference: "That's going to disappoint you, I really want to see what you can do to me." ”

Mr. Wang took the case: "Don't toast and don't eat and drink!" I'm someone you can't afford to offend! ”

Meng Wan walked over and slapped him again, with endless coldness on his face: "This is what I want to tell you." ”