The gangsters were in a hurry to leave, and the waiter couldn't have time to clean up the house.

On the left side of the coffee table are a bunch of beer that has been opened, and on the right are dozens of bottles that have not been opened.

Wang Yan smiled and took a bottle with a smile, put the cap on his palm and twisted it hard. With a light pop, Heineken began to bubbling.

Take a leisurely sip, it's OK, it's better than Bingkuole.

Song Wei brought the three fat men into the door, and when he saw this scene, his eyes twitched.

There were two younger brothers behind him, one was the sales manager of the coking factory with gold-rimmed glasses, and the other was the naughty young man who just asked "What do you think?"

This has a name, called both civil and military.

Song Weiniu was so arrogant that he entered the house and brought a small fabric round stool. Just now, with a big golden knife sitting opposite a group of students, a noise came from outside the door.

"CNMLGBD Song Laoer, let us Gu Shao out!"

"Shut up your PYZ, who is not too lazy to be with NM?"

"Do you believe me if I slap you?"

"Look at your squinting look, can I pee you?"

In just a moment, two groups of people cursed together, and their dialect words were flying everywhere, and their voices were as loud as the other ones.

When Gu Jiashu was happy, he rolled up his left sleeve and wanted to rise up.

As a result, the naughty green picked up the wine bottle and pointed at him widened his eyes.

"sit down!"

Gu Jiashu also picked up a bottle of wine and angrily met the young man.

Within two seconds of sighting, the guy started to move - his muscles were tense, his cheeks gradually twisted, and he seemed to be almost unable to control himself.

MLGBD, why is Song Laoer following such a stupid fool?!

snort!

Just sit down, why are you shouting so loudly?

Gu Jiashu put down his sleeves and sat back in his original position with grievance.

Song Wei then spoke with ease: "Big nephew, if your father doesn't come, you can't leave."

Your uncle!

Because of such a thing, I called my dad to come here, and he would lose face together. He wouldn't be able to kill me when he got home?

Gu Jiashu was so angry and helpless that he had to turn his eyes to He Meng.

Sister, I really can’t do it anymore, you can get on!

Miss He was not in a beautiful mood, and she didn't say a word of nonsense and started attacking her directly.

"I don't know who you are, but you should know who your father is - He Hongyuan, Xiangshan. Just now, your little brother pulled my cousin to drink with you, and now you blocked me here again, haha, what awesome!"

In just a moment, Song Wei's face turned burnt green.

Xiangshan refers to Xiangshanyuan, the highest-end villa area in Gujiao, developed by He Hongyuan.

The largest shopping mall in Gujiao is a century-old boutique developed by He Hongyuan.

The municipal government building in Gujiao, the government offices and family buildings of the new district of the Public Security Bureau and Procuratorate and Judicial District were also developed by He Hongyuan.

Moreover, He Hongyuan's strength is far more than that in the real estate field, and his wife Cen Ting is also the president of CCB.

Fortunately, my loan is from the Universe...

In an instant, this kind of thought flashed through Song Wei's mind.

Immediately afterwards, my brother Long, in society, stared at the three fat men with gritted teeth.

In society, my Fat Brother has already woken up all the wine. Not only did he wake up, but he almost drained it out directly.

Gu Jiashu looked at the fat man happily, and his mind was twisted and made malicious laughter: I'm so nice, you can't tremble your legs!

At the critical moment, it still depends on Lao Jiang.

Song Wei's thoughts were so loud that he immediately turned cold and looked at the fat man with a gloomy look.

"Go, kneel down in front of Miss He Er. When will the eldest lady be satisfied, you can get up. If the eldest lady is still not satisfied... you should prepare to amputate the limbs."

(⊙_⊙)!

stupid!

He Meng was stunned for a moment.

What's even more exaggerated is that the three fat men did not even defend themselves, and slipped out and walked in front of He Xiaolu, and knelt down with a thud.

The little fairy opened her eyes in a daze, but couldn't see anything clearly. She reached out and called "Brother Wang Yan" and then fell asleep again.

Brother Wang Yan!

With a swish, many people turned their heads and looked.

The eldest young man's mouth twitched, and finally managed to control himself and didn't throw the wine bottle at the three fat men.

I'm addicted to you, you're next door, right?

Three fat guys:???

He Meng gritted her teeth and hated Wang Yan for a second, and soon began to worry again - what can I do now?!

As the saying goes, "A gentleman can deceive him by the way." He Meng is not a gentleman, but a woman with no social experience.

From her attitude towards Wang Yan and her illegitimate girl, we can see that there is a soft side in her nature.

Song Wei hit He Mengqin with one move, and then added a formal "apology".

"Ms. He, what happened today is that Sanpang did something wrong. He is willing to fight and kill, and it is up to you.

And I also want to apologize to you and Ling Mei solemnly - it was because I didn’t educate my brother well, which made Ling Mei frightened, I’m sorry!

Mr. He and I have neither business friendship nor holidays. We should have been in a good position, but because of this, we have a hint of mutual appreciation.

Today's incident, I, Old Song, are not targeting you. Miss, you can leave at any time.

But, I can explain to you about Ling Mei. I, a law-abiding businessman in my thirties and forties who make a living by relying on face, was pointed at my nephew and scolded me. Should I also seek justice?

In addition, if someone beat my brother, came over to have a drink and said, "Brother Long, I'm impulsive, I won't be the case." Let's just finish this matter.

My request is not too much, right?”

Forehead……

It seems not too much?

He Meng was so blocked that she didn't know how to respond.

Song Wei's words were sophisticated, thoughtful, soft and hard. Not to mention that He Meng couldn't handle it, Wang Yan felt that it was amazing when he heard it.

No wonder people can stand in Drum Corner for so long. Ordinary rich second generations are not enough to play with such old-fashioned people.

However, you want me to drink and apologize, are you thinking too much?

Originally, the eldest young master planned to watch the excitement, but found He Meng's immatureness. It was really interesting to see her fade away the halo of goddesses who could do everything in high school.

However, Song Lao Er actually got involved with him, so you have to make it really Song Lao Er...

Carrying half a bottle of small beer, the eldest young man stood up and walked leisurely to the opposite side of Song Wei, sitting opposite him across the coffee table.

Song Wei suddenly became tense and finally realized the "evil nature" that the three fat men said.

Everyone has their own aura, which is a general external feeling that is consistent with their own experience, qualities, abilities and personality.

It cannot be described, but it can be observed and sensed.

It is normal for the Ma Dad to move his energy and to nourish his body. He has a strong aura that is as powerful as a tiger.

Miss He has a prominent family background, but she has not experienced social experience, so she is very immature and normal.

However, the young man in front of him was obviously the same age as Miss He and Master Gu, but he was so calm. Not only did he not see any fear in his eyes, but he was condescending and extremely aggressive.

Why?

Anyway, it is impossible that you don’t know that the sky is high and the earth is thick. There is a negative example on the other side. Now you are angry and upset. This is the manifestation that a normal young second generation should have.

Song Wei felt more and more unable to see through the boy in front of him.

"Little brother, what's the name?"

Out of caution, my brother Long chose to speak out and prepared at least three routines.

The worst strategy is anal, the middle strategy is licking, and the best strategy is slipping.

It was a coincidence that Brother Fugui also prepared a routine for Song Wei, just a kind of cheating!

Bang!

The eldest young master picked up a bottle of beer, gently twisted the bottle cap in his palm, and slammed it on the coffee table, and pushed it in front of Song Wei.

He raised his eyebrows with a smile: "I want to know? Blow me!"
To be continued...