After the words came, Zhang Zhiyuan's voice came, "Haha, Mr. Jiang, what did you mention me?"
Everyone looked up and found that it was Zhang Zhiyuan who brought Tailin over.
Someone hurriedly gave up his seat to Zhang Zhiyuan, and Zhang Zhiyuan sat on Jiang Shiting's right hand.
"Mr. Jiang said that the cook of your snacks is good and will lend it to Mr. Jiang for use another day."
Someone sent a message to Zhang Zhiyuan.
Zhang Zhiyuan smiled and said, "Oh, Mr. Jiang likes it. After the banquet is over, I will just take it away."
Mu Jia said, "Brother, you speak openly, so I love to talk to people like you."
Zhang Zhiyuan smiled but said nothing.
Mu Jia looked at Tailin again and said, "Brother's son is so old and looks handsome. At first glance, he is a tiger father without a dog son."
Tailin smiled and nodded at Mu Jia. Bai Xiaoyu was next to Mu Jia, so Tailin couldn't control himself and looked at Bai Xiaoyu.
The moment Bai Xiaoyu saw Zhang Zhiyuan, she had tensed her nerves uncontrollably, and even her eyes were unconsciously avoiding them.
Zhang Zhiyuan said to Tailin, "These uncles, elders, fathers have introduced you to you. If you want to call someone when you see him, do you know?"
Tailin nodded.
Someone joked, "Tailin is about the same age as Satan and Mu Jia. What should I call this? You can't call it uncle, right?"
Zhang Zhiyuan pursed his lips and smiled lightly, but did not answer immediately.
Mu Jia said, "What's the matter? Call me yourselves. Tailin, you can just call me brother in the future."
Tailin nodded to Mu Jia and said, "Brother."
Mu Jia immediately smiled and said, "Brother Zhang's son is really sensible. I like sensible children. Come on, Tailin, I wish you a drink."
Tailin picked up the wine glass in front of him, bumped into Mu Jia, and then the two of them drank a glass.
After putting down the wine glass, Mu Jia said again, "Brother Zhang, are you just a son like Tailin? Do you have any daughters, who are about the same age? Let's have a marriage with me."
Everyone laughed when they heard this.
Zhang Zhiyuan held the wine glass and said with a faint smile, "I am just a son like Tailin, where can I get my daughter? Do you think this child can get it just by saying it?"
Bai Xiaoyu sat diagonally opposite Zhang Zhiyuan, and the two of them were separated by a table, at most two meters away...
He easily denied her existence.
Upon hearing this, Mu Jia said with regret, "Hey, look at Tailin so handsome, I know how beautiful he would be if Brother Zhang had a daughter. Maybe he would be like his sister-in-law."
As he said that, Mu Jia turned his head and looked at Bai Xiaoyu.
Everyone's eyes also fell on Bai Xiaoyu's face. Bai Xiaoyu lowered her eyes slightly, for nothing else, but... she didn't want to see Zhang Zhiyuan.
Someone laughed and said, "Satan's eyes have always been high. I haven't seen anyone he bring to the banquet for so long. It turns out that it's the golden house that is so cute, haha."
Some people also said, "If my brother and sister look like this, I will look down on others. No wonder Mu Jia keeps talking about it."
Mu Jia immediately said, "Hey, I don't like to hear what you said. What I know is that you praise my sister-in-law for being good-looking. If you don't know, I thought I had any meaning to my sister-in-law. Originally, my brother Satan was a little unhappy with me.
, If you say this again, maybe Brother Stan will dislike me even more."
Fu Qingxi leaned against the wide leather sofa. Hearing this, he turned his head to look at Mu Jia, and said with no joy or anger, "When did I feel unhappy with you?"
Mu Jia met Fu Qing's eyes that were completely unsmiling. There was a smile on his face, but the smile did not penetrate deep into his eyes. His lips opened slightly, and he said, "Here, look, you are now."
Isn't it just that I'm not happy with me?"
Fu Qingxiao said, "I have nothing to do with you, I just want you to have some rules in front of your elders."
Fu Qinglu's tone was very weak, but anyone could hear that Fu Qinglu was teaching Mu Jia a lesson.
In the past two years, Mu Jia has been rising rapidly in the Golden Triangle. He does not form an alliance with anyone, works alone, and is extremely cruel. Many people have suffered his losses openly and secretly, but they cannot find evidence.
Not easy to attack.
Mu Jianeng rose so quickly, and some people from the outside world said that he was close to Jiang Shiting, but Jiang Shiting has gradually faded out over the years and has not asked much about the affairs of the Tao. However, if you don’t look at monks and Buddhas, you still have to give him a few.
If you have thin faces, you won’t really touch Mu Jia.
Now Fu Qingqiu teaches Mu Jia a lesson in public, and everyone is a little bit of a secret feeling and sits in the mountains and watches the tiger fight. He wants to test what the result is.
Mu Jia's smile was a little stiff. He stared at Fu Qingqi for a while. He pretended to be smiling, looked away, and then said, "What brother taught me is that I am the youngest here, so I should be a little low-key.
.”
After saying that, he poured himself a glass of wine and said, "I will punish myself for one."
As he spoke, before Mu Jia could take the wine glass to his lips, he heard a voice, "Is there no rules? That's what Mr. Jiang said, "Did you think so? Haha..."
The visitor was Peng Xianwen.
Apart from Jiang Shiting, the oldest person on the sofa was Peng Xianwen. He was originally the one sitting on Jiang Shiting's left hand, so he immediately gave him a seat. Peng Xianwen sat down with a smile, then looked at Mu Jia and said, "
I like this guy Mu Jia very much. He speaks straightforwardly. Although he sometimes offends people, he is better than those who secretly fire a cold gun, right?"
After Peng Xianwen said this, the atmosphere at the scene immediately became strange, and everyone was laughing, but the smile was obviously insincere.
Mu Jia glanced at Peng Xianwen, then smiled and said, "Brother, fortunately, you said something for me, otherwise I would be misunderstood by Brother Satan to death."
Peng Xianwen glanced at satan, with a handsome face expressionless expression on his face, and said, "Brother, why did Mu Jia mess with you? I'll give you a comment."
Fu Qingqi put his left ankle on his right leg and leaned casually on the sofa. One person almost occupied the position of two people. Hearing this, he raised his noble head a little lazy, opened his thin lips lightly, and said with a whisper.
"Brother likes to coordinate misunderstandings between others so much. It seems that it is not suitable to be a big boss, but it is quite suitable to be a policeman."
Fu Qinglu said something as if he was a joke or something. But with his current identity and status, even Peng Xianwen would not dare to turn against each other easily. He could only reply with the same expression, "Golden Triangle."
There is never a need for police in this place. If you ask me to do this business, isn’t it equivalent to calling me and drinking the northwest wind?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone sitting around laughed.
Someone said, "This is a good thing. The Golden Triangle does not need police because there is no so-called order here."
Someone also said, "Yes, only the master can establish order here, police? Ha... don't be funny."
As everyone talked, they broke the matter.
Soon, Peng Xingyu came over and shouted, "Dad."
When Peng Xianwen saw Peng Xingyu, he immediately smiled and waved, "Come here and sit down."
After Peng Xingyu sat down, he called out one after another from Jiang Shiting. When he arrived at Fu Qinglu, something flashed in her eyes and then said, "Satan, do you still remember me?"
Satan glanced at Peng Xingyu faintly, and then said, "Remember."