The banquet hall was filled with 100 tables.

The lights are colorful and beaming.

Guo Qingtian led the crowd to come, like a god descending from heaven, looking like a dick.

In Binhai, no one can be more profound than him Guo Qingtian.

Even Mrs. Han, who is still driving at a turtle speed on the road, is just a "foreigner" to him Guo Qingtian!

The so-called personal relationships that you Han Lao haven't managed for too many years are all in the field and in the army.

In Binhai, even if there are a few small characters who have received your favor and have been supported by you, those few small characters have been more favored by my Guo Qingtian!

Without me, Guo Qingtian, they wouldn't even be qualified to come to you, Mrs. Han!

This time, Guo Qingtian had enough money and made a promise to the coastal upper-class who followed him.

As long as they can follow them this time.

He Guo Qingtian must be thanked!

Guo Qingtian's face was expressionless, and everyone walked to the main table close to the stage.

Mrs. Han had a big birthday, and he also received an invitation letter.

And the seat is right at the main table, next door to Mrs. Han!

Guo Qingtian was very proud, and he even believed that this was a manifestation of Mrs. Han's softness.

Want to be private?

No way!

When my grandson was beaten, these elites from all walks of life who came tonight watched it!

It's impossible to be private!

It couldn't be better!

Guo Qingtian was alone and sat at the main table.

And the group of high-level executives who followed him were distributed on various dining tables, forming a trend of corners...

The top brass is even ready to move, waiting for a war.

Mrs. Han, how old you are.

How many years have you been retired? This cup of tea has long been cooled.

And Guo Qingtian is famous this time, so they will stand in line, row a water, and get Guo Qingtian's resources with a simple mouth, why not?

Guests are seated one after another.

Mrs. Han refused to show up because the speed was too slow...

As far as Xue Bao's child's driving skills, speed, and kindergarten can't go, can he drive to Brother Zhang's bed?

Mrs. Han was very upset and decided to teach her driving skills in person another day.

"Guo Qingtian?"

Guo Qingtian, who was sitting alone at the main table and exuding a domineering aura, was slightly stunned, and glanced back at the young man standing beside him.

He has seen the photo, this kid is the aunt of the Han family, the culprit who beat his grandson, Zhang Ruoyu!

"You are Zhang Ruoyu?" Guo Qingtian looked indifferent and glanced at Zhang Ruoyu. "Uncle Han?"

Isn't it just a hairy boy?

Those old things who have been messing around in the coastal area for so many years, none of them dare to confront him?

What is Daddy Cow used for? They are all dead, and there are not a few taels of ashes left.

Why did you hit my grandson?

Why do I have to admit it?

Fuck you, I'm going to clean up you little bastard in front of Mrs. Han today!

"Strictly speaking, it's a former uncle." Zhang Ruoyu said regretfully. "Not long ago, Mr. Han and I have officially announced our divorce."

It's still a official announcement?!

Is a cook also an official?

"Now that you know that you are afraid of implicating the Han family? Afraid of implicating your ex-wife? Guo Qingtian's eyes were cold, and he said coldly. Aren't you crazy when you beat my grandson? ”

Zhang Ruoyu sat on Mrs. Han's No. 1 throne, lit a cigarette casually, and said indifferently: "You don't know me, I don't blame you." ”

"I'm not crazy only when I hit your grandson."

Zhang Ruoyu flicked the cigarette ash, and said with thin lips slightly open: "It's crazy that I don't beat your grandson, and it doesn't matter the person, time, or place." ”

Guo Qingtian almost slapped him.

He worked in the system all his life.

What cow ghost snake god hasn't seen?

It's really the first time to be crazy about this grandson's virtue.

Where does a chef get the confidence?

Or did your dead ghost daddy dream give you courage?

"You're going crazy to show me?" Guo Qingtian narrowed his eyes slightly and said coldly. "I haven't seen much of the world, and I don't know what madness is."

As soon as the words fell.

The big people at the nearby table stood up one after another.

These big guys, just one of them came out, and they all had 10,000 ways to throw Zhang Ruoyu into prison.

The premise is that he doesn't flash his father's dragon soul token.

It's really going to be bright, Guo Qingtian has to give an order, they can contribute people and efforts, but they can't come forward.

"Playing so big?" Zhang Ruoyu took a puff of smoke and sprayed Guo Qingtian's old face, as if a nightclub was teasing the innocent school girl.

"Can't afford to play?" Guo Qingtian said word by word. "Take out the arrogance you had when you beat my grandson that day, don't embarrass the Han family."

Zhang Ruoyu smiled.

Just as he was about to blow himself up, two women walked at the door of the banquet hall.

One is the first beauty in Binhai, his legal wife Zhang Ruoyu.

One is the little old lady who is used to treating him as his own grandson and is unreasonable and spoiled.

For these two people to blow themselves up on a small scale, there is no loss.

As soon as the two entered the banquet hall, the depressing atmosphere of the scene was directly full.

One is Mrs. Han, who no one can figure out the hole cards.

Today is her 80th birthday.

One is Guo Qingtian, who has dominated Binhai City for more than 20 years.

Today, he is here to shame his grandson.

"Got all talked?"

Mrs. Han came to the main table accompanied by Mr. Han.

You are not polite, and slowly sat next to Guo Qingtian.

It seems, very fan.

The little eyes that were already drooping, but they secretly winked at Brother Zhang, which was a bit funny.

Zhang Ruoyu smiled heartily, and his heart was very warm.

He's really going to blow himself up, the atmosphere is all set to this, if he doesn't explode at this moment, when will he wait?

But before he exploded.

Mrs. Han exploded first.

A golden brand was thrown in front of Guo Qingtian.

Brother Zhang saw it.

Even Han Jiangxue saw it.

This golden brand is bigger, thicker, and more valuable than the brand of General Zhang and Zhang Ruoyu's father.

Made of gold, twenty-four carats of pure gold.

"Do you know?"

Mrs. Han glanced at Guo Qingtian, who was like being struck by lightning: "This dragon soul token is the first piece in Huaxia, and I created it for myself, and the next few pieces are all following the trend." ”