As the saying goes, the Tao is one foot tall, and the devil is one foot high.
As arrogant as Yan Zezheng was just now, Yan Zezheng is as slapped in the face as he is now.
Yan Zezheng put on his glasses and cast a deep glance at the crowd.
"A bunch of trash!"
He scolded the bodyguard on the ground and walked towards the stairs.
Song Jingwan, who had been ignored all this time, had a flash in her eyes. Seeing that Yan Ze was leaving, she turned around and quickly chased after him.
"Hey, I'm sorry to scare everyone."
Wang Mingjiang calmed down, he supported his waist and said: "Mr. Gong, quickly call 120 and send these people to the hospital."
I have to say, he looked very cool.
cough-
But to be a teacher, don't make it too obvious.
"Brother Xun, are you okay?" Han Jun asked worriedly.
Even if he beat Han Jun to death, he never expected that the brother Qing that Song Yaoyao had always been thinking about was the mysterious Mr. Huo! He who had only appeared in rumors all this time, actually showed up in person for Song Yaoyao.
It's like being a banished immortal, willingly stepping down from the altar.
Han Jun's mood is still very complicated. On the one hand, he is overwhelmed by the opponent's aura and secretly worships him. On the other hand, he was entangled, this Mr. Huo, he should be his brother Xun's rival in love, right
"What can I do?"
Shen Xun pressed his tongue against his cheek, and hissed in pain. He scratched his hair irritably, "Let's go."
The parties are gone, why are they still here
With Huo Yunque intervening, it doesn't matter what the result is now.
No matter what, it will not involve them.
"Brother Ai Xun, if you want to cry, just cry, I know you feel bad—"
Han Jun sighed and patted Shen Xun on the shoulder.
As soon as the words fell, he was slapped on the head with a 'slap'.
"Aw!"
Shen Xun's eyes full of hostility fell on him, and he sneered, "Jun'er, if you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb, understand?"
Han Jun felt wronged, "I'm not worried about you."
Said to be a rival in love, but brother Xun isn't even qualified to be a rival in love.
Although in his eyes, Brother Xun is very handsome. But when that Mr. Huo appeared, he knew what a real mature man is.
Without even doing anything, just a few words, the oppressive Yan Zezheng couldn't lift his head.
Most importantly, when did Song Yaoyao cry in Brother Xun's arms? !
Those who have never been chosen are the saddest.
"I'm worried about you? Get out of the way, I'm fine."
He raised his foot as if to kick Han Jun, but when he saw him jumping away, he turned around and strode away.
"Tsk..."
Wearing a fur coat, the sexy and enchanting woman rubbed her chin and sighed, "So Huo Yunque liked this one? If I had put on double ponytails, Rourou, Huo Yunque might be your little uncle."
"Puff cough cough cough..."
Tang Xinrou wiped her face, and rolled her eyes suddenly when she was surprised by the other party's words, "Auntie, can you be more serious, please? Besides, Mr. Huo didn't like you at the beginning, even if you wear ponytails, people still don't like you OK?"
Xia Rao knocked on Tang Xinrou's forehead with a violent chestnut, folded her arms around her chest, "Stinky girl, are you looking down on me?"
Tang Xinrou covered her head with tears in her eyes, "Auntie, if my little uncle knows what you said, guess what will happen?"
"Do you dare to sue?!"
Xia Rao's waist was sore in reflex, and she said uncomfortably: "Just kidding, no one is young, that's all in the past tense—"