A group of people walked out in a hurry, and the scene seemed to be attending a funeral of a relative.

After getting the perfect signature t-cat, Gu Zimo laughed like a fool, drooling while walking: "Ho ho ho...suck...ho ho ho ho ho ho ho...suck..."

Hong Xiaokuang followed the crowd and walked to the gate. When his father Hong Changtian came over and waved to him: "Xiaokuang, here!"

"Dad, you are here." Hong Xiaokuang was not surprised that Hong Changtian was able to come here.

After all, no matter what, it is indeed a very unusual behavior for my father who has always spoiled me.

Hong Xiaokuang was not surprised, and others didn’t think so!

"First...the first generation! It is the first generation war god Hong Changtian and Hong!"

"Oh my God! How could I see Mr. Hong with my own eyes! I live! It's not a photo!"

"Am I dreaming today?! Both father and son of the Hong family appeared!"

A group of girls is even more overwhelming—

"Hey, I heard that Mr. Hong's wife has been missing for three years. Hong Xiaokuang, I have no chance. Look at how I pursue Mr. Hong?!"

"Wake up, Mr. Hong, I think you have no chance!"

"You don't understand Mr. Hong's feelings for his wife, it has been tested by countless people!"

"It's a pity, alas, it's not good for the young, it's not good for the old. This may be life..."

A group of girls were chirping there, and to be honest, the shock today was a bit big.

After all, Hong Changtian basically stayed at the headquarters of Wanchao Group and would not go out easily.

Now it seems that my son is so handsome that he is earth-shaking. This father is also a handsome guy...

"Hahahaha, I'm worthy of being my son," Hong Changtian laughed, then took off his protective clothing mask: "Let's go, let's go have some food, celebrate it for you, and ask you something by the way."

"Oh, okay," Hong Xiaokuang naturally would not refuse his father. Anyway, it was almost five o'clock in the afternoon, so it was time to have dinner.

Immediately, Hong Changtian and Hong Xiaokuang brought Huang Yi as the assistant and Liu Haitao as the president of the association branch. The group of four set off to the hotel.

On the way, Huang Yi kept making arrangements with his mobile phone and soon arrived at Shenhai Hotel, one of the most advanced hotels in Shenhai Base City. A group of people entered the gate.

Men Ying is a girl. She was originally her job, but she lay down as soon as she saw Hong Xiaokuang...

"So...so handsome!"

Men Ying blushed and greeted her, and she couldn't speak smoothly: "How many handsome guys... are there any pre-selling guys...? Are there any reservations?"

After being useless, he made the words clear. Huang Yi was used to it and said, "Room 888."

"Okay... OK, how handsome... Please wait a moment, I... I'll notify our manager now!"

Men Ying ran away with a crackling sound, and soon arrived at the front desk. Men Ying kept gesturing while talking: "Oh my God, I have never seen such a handsome guy in my life! A handsome guy! It's invincible! It's flawless and flawless!"

A group of young sisters: "Really or not?"

Then they watched one after another, and were soon shocked: "My God, there is really such a handsome person!"

"Hello," soon, the lobby manager ran over to lead the way: "Is it from Room 888 that I have booked? Please follow me."

Although he was a man, he kept peeking at Hong Xiaokuang while walking, thinking to himself: "When Xiaoyu came, he said that a rare super handsome guy appeared. I didn't believe it before, but I didn't expect that there was such a handsome person in this world! Alas, this person is really incomparable, it's impossible to compare..."

All the way to room 888.

This is one of the best rooms in Shenhai Hotel, all of which are the most expensive solid wood furniture. The cost of that set of tables alone is more than 200,000 yuan.

The manager asked carefully, "I would like to ask you guys..."

As a result, before he finished speaking, Hong Xiaokuang looked up and down at the mahogany dining table, then shook his head: "There are flaws."

Flaws?!

The lobby manager was stunned for a moment - not to mention the cost of this dining table, the workmanship was perfect, the most important thing was that there was no bad thing...

He quickly said good things: "I wonder why the guests are not satisfied with this dining table?"

Hong Xiaokuang shook his head, and at this time Huang Yi spoke: "Our young master has high requirements for quality, not your problem."

She started to make a phone call as she said that, and soon, a group of five people came in with a new dining table. Then she moved the "flawed" table aside, and then put the dining table and chairs that were moved here in place.

After Hong Xiaokuang sat down, he nodded with satisfaction: "This time it's much better."

Hong Changtian didn't say anything, which meant that this was a normal phenomenon.

Liu Haitao and the lobby manager were confused.

I didn't understand at all.

"That's right," Huang Yi hurriedly explained in a low voice: "Our young master pursues perfect body feeling very much. After hundreds of tests, the final result was that when the tabletop was 82.6 cm from the ground, the dining room was the most comfortable. So I specially customized this set of tables and chairs, which are specially used by our eldest young master to eat."

Liu Haitao: "..."

Lobby Manager: "…"

The two of them feel that they might be crazy today!

Can they serve a young master who has such high requirements for the dining table?

Hong Xiaokuang sat there very calmly. The person Huang Yi called out prepared the most convenient chopsticks and plates for Hong Xiaokuang alone, and then left in unison.

Liu Haitao tried hard to wipe his sweat.

Hong Xiaokuang is really awesome in terms of strength, but in terms of spending money, he is unprecedented and unparalleled. Most people really can't afford it. At least he, the god of war, was covered in cold air...

This is why the first generation Hong Changtian was strong enough, so he would have gone bankrupt if he had been...

"Okay, okay, everyone, sit down," Hong Changtian smiled and smoothed out the situation, and took a few people to sit at the dining table with a table of 82.6 cm above the ground.

Liu Haitao sat down and felt it carefully...

Well, let alone, this high sense of body feel is really good, full of money, perfect!

"Please let us use the signature dishes here for six courses," Hong Changtian arranged: "Please use the soup and two plates."

Any top hotel will have the most delicious signature dishes. The lobby manager agreed in a cold sweat: "Okay, okay, no problem, I'll make arrangements now!"

I went there with a pissing flow - even the tabletop requires guests who are just 82.6 cm from the ground, so I can't afford to offend you!

Only tribute!

Soon the food came up. Sure enough, after the special instructions of the lobby manager, the food was made with all the colors, aroma and taste, and the few people felt quite good.

Hong Changtian asked while eating: "Xiao Kuang, why did you suddenly remember to be a witch hunter?"

Hong Changtian was very curious about this issue.

Because from childhood to adulthood, Hong Xiaokuang performed more closely as a god of learning. No matter which subject he studied, he could easily get full marks. When he arrived at university, he even took several master's degrees.

The reason why he did not continue to take the PhD exam is, in Hong Xiaokuang's words, relying on a PhD feels a bit like a harsh eagle, and he is really lazy to wait.

Well, this is very crazy.

But Hong Changtian did not expect Hong Xiaokuang to be a demon hunter.

"This," Hong Xiaokuang ate the dish and said, "I think the earth is still perfect. Although humans still have some wars when they live on the earth, at least no matter how hard they make, they can be considered a closed door and fighting from home. But with the other world gate, it is different. There will always be alien demons coming out to make trouble, which is very annoying."

Hearing this, Hong Changtian's hands trembled. As the first god of war, he actually trembled his hands!

"So, what you mean..." Hong Changtian's forehead was filled with cold sweat: "You shouldn't..."
Chapter completed!