The father and mother who were protecting the calf immediately pushed aside the crowd and stepped forward, with an angry face: "What are you talking about?"

The short bean sprouts were crazy, like a wild dog that had just come out of the cage, catching whoever bites whom: "Cheng Yuesheng, you let me go immediately, your parents died early, you have no one to teach me not to worry about you, and the Zhao family will not be able to spill you yet."

Cheng Yuesheng let go of his hand without changing his face, changed his posture and suddenly grabbed the person's collar, and slapped the person in the face with an old fist.

The man's head suddenly fell back like a punching bag, and then bounced back a few points, two nosebleeds running down his nostrils.

It should have been beaten a little dizzy, and he didn't have the strength to refute for a while, as if he couldn't even breathe with a muffled hum.

His mom and dad yelled.

Cheng Yuesheng still looked at the person with a flat face, "You have your parents to teach, I think it's better not to teach."

The father stepped forward and couldn't pull people away, an old face had nowhere to rest, and his blood was surging, "Cheng Yuesheng, you kid, do you still take us seriously? How could Zhao Chunmin give birth to such an evil obstacle as you!"

Mom burst into tears and cried, "You let go of my son!"

Cheng Yuesheng slapped people on the head again when he heard this, and sneered like a grandson: "*** At the age of thirty, you still have to be taught, and you are really good enough."

Others came up to pull the fight, but I don't know when a few bodyguards from the Zhao family came in from outside the door, blocking the crowd and scattering around on the grounds of maintaining order.

But the few people in the center of the storm were left behind, and no one cared about them.

Those parents are neither good at stubble, nor have the ability to compete with a strong young man, and their mouths are very unclean.

Scolding people, like his son, likes to bring his parents.

During the period, he also said that Dexin belonged to their Zhao family, and Cheng Yue dared to make a mistake in the Zhao family when he entered Dexin, and mentioned that his mother refused to give up the Zhao family's property when she married the Cheng family, which was simply learning from his mother Zhao Chunmin.

Cheng Yuesheng listened to it without fluctuation, and his hands became more and more heavy.

When his parents scolded, he gave it to him, and the men under him didn't even have the strength to resist.

When the two parents saw that they had just denounced Zhao Honghuai's family together, they all stood aside, or whispered endlessly, or showed reproach on their faces, but no one came forward.

The two old men found out that they were regarded as the first birds and fell into the trap of killing chickens and setting an example for monkeys.

Seeing Zhao Honghuai, who was standing by, he slowly realized what he had just said.

How much effort did it take for Zhao Honghuai to take DXN as his own? What is theirs is his, and it is most taboo to say anything about "them".

Now he directly wrote his intention to carve up other people's rivers and rivers on his face and said it.

Originally, tonight was a miasma, and Zhao Honghuai was worried that he couldn't clean up people.

Hey, this family of three was anxious for quick success, thinking that they had the upper hand, and they didn't have a door, which annoyed Cheng Yuesheng.

Sensing the law of Cheng Yue's vivid hands, although the two of them were embarrassed and indignant, they slowly fell silent.

Seeing this, Cheng Yuesheng stopped and said lightly: "The son is not the fault of the father, your father is too old to be beaten, so it is just right for you to take it for him."

After he finished speaking, he let go, and the short bean sprouts' body fell straight down, and his parents immediately stepped forward to support the person, pointed at Cheng Yuesheng and said, "You, you...... You!"

"I, me, me." Cheng Yuesheng glanced at the person lightly, reached out and picked up a useless wet towel on the table, and wiped the blood on the back of his hands and bone joints.

Cheng Yue didn't kill him, after all, he was also a member of the Zhao family, and it was hard to say that he was crippled and died.

"I really don't want to interfere in the Zhao family's family affairs, this person's mouth is not clean, teach me two lessons, and laugh." He casually looked at the people around him, "Then you guys will talk first?"

Xu Anrong chuckled softly and said, "Okay," she looked at Gu Yingqing again, and asked Cheng Yuesheng to send Gu Yingqing home by the way.

Cheng Yuesheng looked back at behind him, Gu Yingqing was not far away, his face was stunned, and his face was a little whiter than before.