After Han Dachun was exposed, his face turned red and his neck became thick.
Teacher Fang was smiling shyly at Han Dachun at first. When he heard that the big boss that Han Dachun just said was fake, his face immediately changed, "Dachun, how many times have you asked me to tell you that you are a human being?
Be realistic, be honest, don't have any bad intentions, there is no need to be vain, there is no shame in being a security guard, right? Children understand this, what do you think you are doing?"
Zhuo Jing crossed her arms and sneered, "Teacher Fang, this kind of person has a villain mentality. He is afraid of being looked down upon by Ding Jing today. Big fool, what do you think Ding Jing will do if I tell Ding Jing that you are a security guard later?"
What do you think of you?"
"Zhuo Jing, can you please stop being like this? Ding Jing is getting married today, please give me some face." Han Dachun swallowed.
Zhuo Jing laughed heartily, "You are such a big fool and you still want face, so do you want some face?"
Wang Han said with a cold face, "Have you laughed enough? Is it funny? Do you want me to go over and laugh with you?"
The atmosphere at the dinner table immediately turned cold because of Wang Han's words.
Zhuo Jing immediately shut up and whispered, "Who are you trying to scare? I thought it was back in school! Do you know who my husband is?"
The bald Huang Li cleared his throat and said, "Okay, everyone, please stop arguing for now. We finally meet again today. I suggest you all give our teacher Fang a toast for his kindness in teaching us and solving our doubts."
People at the table picked up their wine glasses and pointed towards Teacher Fang.
Teacher Fang also picked up the cup and said, "I can't drink wine, so I substituted tea for wine."
A group of people picked up their wine glasses.
Unexpectedly, while drinking, the bride passed by in the corridor outside the door, and Han Dachun was a little distracted for a moment.
Feng Jianzhe picked up a peanut and threw it over, "Han Dachun, don't look at it, you will never be worthy of Ding Jing in this life."
Zhuo Jing glanced sideways at Han Dachun and said, "A trashy security guard is dreaming."
Han Dachun came back to his senses, drank hurriedly, smiled to cover up his embarrassment, "I...I didn't! I didn't!"
He raised his neck and drank it all in one gulp, but he drank too hard.
Han Dachun choked and coughed violently.
The drink immediately spurted out, spraying some on the nearest Zhuo Jing.
Zhuo Jing cried out as if she had been electrocuted, "What are you doing? Are you sick?"
This voice attracted many people to look over, and Zhuo Jing quickly took out a tissue and wiped it.
"It's so dirty, it's disgusting!" Zhuo Jing kept chattering.
Han Dachun apologized quickly, "I didn't mean it."
"You idiot, you are a brainless thing! I can't wear this dress. It's disgusting. I'm paying $38,000 for this dress!"
Hearing the price, Han Dachun was numb at the time, "Zhuo Jing, I accidentally sprayed a little bit of wine on you. Give me the clothes later. I'll take them home and wash them for you. I'll make them dry for you."
Clean."
"Can you please stop being disgusting with me? Do you still want to wash my clothes? Are you dreaming? Pay me compensation! Thirty-eight thousand!" Zhuo Jing kept chattering.
Huang Li put down his wine glass. "Zhuo Jing, we are all old classmates. Don't be so awesome. Just spray a little wine. It doesn't hurt."
Zhuo Jing immediately retorted, "What kind of good guy do you think you are? Then why are you going to compensate him? I bought this new dress just for today. I only wore it this time, and now it's stained by me. He
Shouldn’t you compensate me?”
"Why are you standing there? Pay compensation!" Zhuo Jing glared at the helpless Han Dachun.
Feng Jianzhe folded his arms and watched the show with a smile, "Thirty-eight thousand? Han Dachun works as a security guard, which costs 4,000 yuan a month, which is 48,000 yuan a year. This dress is almost as much as Han Dachun's annual salary. Han Dachun has so much
Money?”
Zhuo Jing crossed her arms and said, "Do you have anything to do with me? Don't you want to be the boss with a big head? If you are the boss, you can't get out such a small amount of money? Hurry! Compensate!"
Han Dachun's lips tightened, and the muscles on his face were trembling slightly.
Feng Jianzhe said angrily, "Han Dachun, oh no, Mr. Han, you have such a big company, why do you still care about this little money?"
Just when Han Dachun was anxious.
Wang Han took out his mobile phone and said, "We, Mr. Han, don't care about this small amount of money. Give us an account number and I will give you the money right away."
Feng Jianzhe crossed his arms and said, "Wang Han, how much money can you make from driving a month?"
Wang Han transferred money to Zhuo Jing, "Our Mr. Han can make tens of millions every minute. If I follow our Mr. Han, I will make what you earn in a year."
"It's already been revealed that you are a security guard, why are you still pretending? You, Mr. Han, are so powerful, why do you think you are a security guard?"
"Mr. Han is hiding in the city, you know how to deal with it."
After Zhuo Jing got the money, she said happily, "Just pretend! Let's see how long you can pretend! I'll ask Ding Jing's husband to fire Mr. Han later. Let's see if he can still pretend!"
Feng Jianzhe changed the subject and said, "Zhuo Jing, why hasn't your husband come yet?"
Zhuo Jing stuffed her cell phone into her small bag, "He went to park the car, that's not it, he's here."
Several people looked over and saw a fat man in his middle years, wearing glasses, with a big belly, wearing a suit, and a Hermès belt that almost reached his chest.
He walked towards this side in a hurry, as if he had something on his mind.
"Honey, this way." Zhuo Jing waved her hand excitedly.
The man walked over and said, "This is my husband Jin Zhi, husband, these are my teachers and classmates."
While talking, Zhuo Jing introduced her classmates and teachers to Jin Zhi one by one, but she didn't expect that when Wang Han and Han Dachun arrived, Zhuo Jing ignored them.
Jin Zhi couldn't help but take another look at Wang Han and Han Dachun.
Feng Jianzhe stood up and shook hands, "Mr. Jin, I've known you for a long time, my name is Feng Jianzhe."
"Hello."
Jin Zhi said hello, a little absent-mindedly.
"Husband, where did you park your Passat?" Zhuo Jing asked.
The three words "Passat" were spoken loudly.
Everyone at the table had different expressions.
Jin Zhi said absently, "It stopped outside."
"What's wrong with you, husband? Why do you look so restless?" Zhuo Jing asked.
Jin Zhi supported his knees with both hands, "When I came here just now, when I turned the corner, I scratched a car parked at the flower terrace."
Wang Han was suddenly stunned for a moment and couldn't help but ask, "Are you talking about the car parked on the east side?"
"Yes." Jin Zhi looked at Wang Han with an ominous premonition in his heart.
"What does it have to do with you whose car my husband scratched?" Zhuo Jing leaned against Jin Zhi and mocked.
Wang Han smiled and said, "That's our Mr. Han's car."
Jin Zhi was stunned for a moment, "Is that your car?"
Zhuo Jing sighed and said, "Husband, isn't it just a scratch on their shabby car? It's a shabby car owned by two poor guys. Even if it's crashed, so what? It's not worth a lot of money. Just pay them compensation."
But Jin Zhi looked a little unhappy, "Is that really your car?"
"Yes, license plate number Jiange00544."
Zhuo Jing took Jin Zhi's arm and said, "Husband, just pay them. Repairing their old car won't even cost a few bucks."
Jin Zhi forced a smile and said, "I just asked someone to take a look. It will cost at least 700,000 yuan to repair it. The insurance company won't pay for it."
Zhuo Jing's expression changed on the spot, "What kind of car is so expensive?"