Seeing Huadong with a curious look, he patted her on the head and said: "What are you looking at, it's a drug overdose."
"Huh?" Huadong was very surprised, did he take drugs first when he came to the reception
Xiang Dong glanced around, and said in a low voice: "Your friend, did that Ling Qingyu have a feud with Mrs. Rong San? Mrs. Rong San has spoken ill of her to many people. Today, I am afraid that I have discussed with others to give her Embarrassing, those people didn't move because Mrs. Rong San didn't come." Moreover, those people didn't expect that the Hua family would be with her, let alone that there were four such outstanding men with her. With Cheng Jia's painting, now Mrs. Rong San makes such a big ugly...
"Mrs. Rong San? Impossible? Qing Yu doesn't even know her!" Hua Dong was even more surprised.
Xiang Dong smiled and said: "But Mrs. Rong San made such a big scandal today, I'm afraid the Rong family won't let her out in a short time."
Rong Zhen looked at Mrs. Rong who was still struggling in the carriage with a cold face, closed the door, and said to her: "Look at Mrs. Third carefully."
The subordinates responded, knowing that the third wife might not have a bright future, so they didn't hold back any more. After driving away, they punched her unconscious.
Looking at the two men standing casually at the corner of the street, Rong Zhen thought for a while, then stepped forward and handed a cigarette to the burly man. After seeing him shaking his head, he lit his own cigarette, took a puff and said, "It's three." The wife is wrong first, but this revenge should be enough, let's take a step back, how about we stop?"
Meng Su said with a smile: "We want to make a move, Young Master Rong thinks you can still stand here? As long as the Rong family doesn't mess around, we don't have free time to play with you."
Rong Zhen smiled bitterly, thinking of the fate of those bodyguards who followed Mrs. Rong San, and said: "These things are only Mrs. Rong San's own idea, and our elder brother also ordered her to be locked up in a mental hospital. This will not happen again in the future." sort of thing."
"It's easy to say!" Zhao Yinfeng stood up straight and said, "We are very kind and harmonious people. Without that crazy woman, there may be opportunities to cooperate in the future."
Kindness and harmony? The corners of Rong Zhen's eyes twitched. Is this what the person who punched the bodyguard and broke three ribs in front of him an hour ago said? Well, he should be thankful that he wasn't the one getting the beating...
"Really, buddy!" Zhao Yinfeng patted him on the shoulder and said kindly: "You should be glad that the road you walked was our brothers, otherwise, you would really be able to see what it means to come from hell. Rakshasa." It was still a Rakshasa who was about to explode in anger when the old woman ate tofu with obscene eyes.
Rong Zhen's expression froze, he rubbed his painful shoulder, took out his business card from his pocket, and said, "Make friends!"
After taking the business card and flicking it, Zhao Yinfeng smiled and said, "Well, if you want to find our brothers, you can find Ling Qingyu."
Although Mrs. Rong San was taken away by Rong Zhen, she lost her interest after all. After making an appointment with Xiang Dongxi and Mr. Zheng when they had time to talk in detail, Ling Qingyu and the others left.
While waiting for the car at the door, Huadong quietly told Ling Qingyu what Xiangshi told her, and Ling Qingyu said in surprise: "Mrs. Rong San? I don't know her!"
Yang Zhao heard her from the side and put his arms around her waist and said, "Since you don't know each other, then don't worry about it."
"Girl Hua, I'll take you home." Xiang Dongxi took the car keys handed over by the waiter, and smiled at Hua Dong.
"Success!" Ling Qingyu pushed the person in her direction slightly and smiled.
"You don't bring something like this, do you? The bridge will be demolished when you cross the river!" Huadong gritted his teeth.
"If you get in touch with her more, nothing will happen," Ling Qingyu leaned into her ear and said, "Spring is coming soon!"
With a chuckle, Ling Qingyu got into the car with Yang Zhao's support, waved to Hua Dong, and the two cars drove away.
"What's the relationship between them?" Opening the car door, Ren Huadong got into the car, got into the driver's seat, and asked while buckling up the seat belt.
Huadong snorted, and after his car had all driven out of the gate, he said: "Don't underestimate them, they are very powerful."
"I know, they are not ordinary people, but..." Xiang Dong smiled and continued, as long as it wasn't for Hua Dong's idea, in Hua Dong's eyes, he was a stranger who had only met once, but in his eyes Here, this is the girl he saw growing up since he was a child, and he finally made up his mind, and he didn't want to make any more troubles.
Hua Dong hummed twice but did not make a sound, and Cheng Jia's smiling face at Ling Qingyu flashed in his heart, so focused and affectionate.
He suffered the punishment of beheading for Ling Qingyu. He had to love her so much to be able to do that for such an unparalleled literary talent...
Today's harvest far exceeded expectations. Although he heard a lot of bad words at the beginning, but now Ling Qingyu is in a very happy mood. Seeing that it was not too late, he ordered Yan San to drive to eat supper.
It was already eleven o'clock in the evening, but Shouning Road was at its busiest time. The crowds were so crowded that the car couldn't drive in. Ling Qingyu asked Yan San to park the car next to the hotel some distance away, and they got off and walked directly .
The street here is not spacious, and the lights from the stalls on both sides make the street bright and warm yellow because of the crowd.
There are all kinds of barbecue stalls on both sides, and the tempting aroma blows in the face, and the loud voices of people sitting next to the simple tables and chairs on the street are extremely noisy.
The few people were still wearing formal clothes, so they didn't go too far. They found a place where people had just left and sat down on the side of the road. If you know, you will definitely cry."
"Hehe," Ling Qingyu was taken aback, and said with a sneer, "I'm bringing you to see the excitement! Don't tell Shisan!"
"Don't tell me what?" Ling Qingyu hadn't finished speaking when Ying Shisan's voice sounded behind her, causing her to shrink her head. She turned around and put her hands together on her forehead and said, "San Shisan, we're just here to visit people! Taste, Definitely the best in my family's thirteen!"
Ying Shisan snorted, dragged over the table and chairs beside him, called the rest of the people to come and sit together, and said with a smile: "The head of the family asked us to understand the people's sentiments."
"Boss, boss!" Ling Qingyu quickly stretched out his hand and called the waiter to come over and ordered a lot of food and beer. He was about to pour a glass into his own cup when he saw the expressions of Yan San and Yang Zhao shrinking back .
"It's Cheng Jia tonight, are you sure you want to drink?" Yan San whispered in her ear.
Ling Qingyu was startled, turned around and saw Cheng Jia's expression was light, felt a little regretful in his heart, got up and said: "You guys eat here, we will go back first."
Cheng Jia laughed lightly, the uneasiness in her heart dissipated immediately, she took her hand to let her sit down, and said, "Don't eat too much, be careful of food accumulation."
Crayfish, spicy crab, Pipi shrimp, salt grilled crab, oysters, scallops, lamb skewers, chicken wings, vegetables...
The table was filled with piles of big pots, and the tempting fragrance seemed to float into the brain along the nostrils, and people couldn't help but twitch their index fingers.
Ling Qingyu and the others were dressed in formal attire, while the rest were in black leather clothes, which tasted not at all elegant. Even the elegant Cheng Jia rolled up his sleeves and started peeling the shells.
As the night deepens, there are more and more people. Under the dim light, bosses, white-collar workers, workers, students, and migrant workers are all eating delicious and low-priced food in the same posture and eating together. The attention is all on delicious food, and no one will pay attention to the group of people who are eating very happily in a dark corner.
Cheng Jia looked at the pedestrians on the street, and then looked back at Ling Qingyu, who was dripping with oil, and laughed. This is what she meant by equality...