Chapter 175 There Are Too Many People, Let's Run Away
"Young Master Yang, if you want something to eat, I'll get it for you."
Zhuang Junzi, who was behind the handsome man, had a smile on his face at the moment, and the flattering look in his eyes was undeniable. Even some people around him had a flattering look in their eyes.
"No, I'm just bored and came here to take a look." The handsome man known as Mr. Yang smiled slightly and glanced at everyone present, with a hint of pride flashing in his eyes.
He does enjoy the feeling of being praised so highly. He is the young master of the Yang family, one of the six wealthy families. He has the capital and strength.
"Yes, yes..." Zhuang Junzi nodded quickly. Although his family is a first-class family, he is not the leader of the third generation of the Zhuang family. Only his eldest brother can be compared with the young master in front of him, but the man in front of him
This Young Master Yang is only the third young master of the fourth generation of the Yang family.
Although the Young Master in front of him is only the fourth generation of the Yang family, the old man of the banker is only the second generation of the Yang family. Among the six wealthy families, the only families with four generations living under the same roof are the Lin family and the Yang family.
Family, Wu family, Liu family.
The Pan family and the Bai family are only three generations living under the same roof.
"Eh?!"
Young Master Yang's eyes fell on a seat, and he saw an extremely beautiful girl, so he walked over directly, and being a very gentleman, he put his left hand behind his waist, stretched out his right hand, and made a gesture
The act of inviting.
"Beautiful lady, I, Yang Zhicheng, would you be honored to treat you to a meal?" Yang Zhicheng smiled happily.
He has tried this trick time and time again. As long as he says his name, no one in this circle in the capital will know the name of the third young master of the Yang family.
"You him..."
Zhang Zhehui just couldn't find an opportunity to please Zhang Xiyu. When he saw the third young master of the Yang family running over to serve as a bench, he was naturally willing to step on him. He was about to slap him angrily, but Xing Luo pinned him directly to his seat.
"Little fat man, eat your food." Xing Luo put a piece of beef into his mouth, swallowed it, and said calmly.
"But..." Zhang Zhehui looked at Zhang Xiyu and saw that the latter's pretty face was as plain as water. In the end, he had to sit down obediently and glared at Yang Zhicheng. Although Yang Zhicheng was seventeen or eighteen years old, he
The second young master of the Zhang family is not a vegetarian.
In addition to Mr. Zhang and Mrs. Zhang, as well as Zhang Yuanheng, the second-generation descendants of the Zhang family, who live in the capital, Zhang Shili and Zhang Fan, the third generation, all work in Haizhou.
Therefore, Zhang Zhehui and Zhang Xiyu rarely returned to the capital unless it was for vacation or the like. They traveled all over the capital when they were young, which was also when they were five or six years old. After the little prince left, they all stopped, so they
Faded out of the capital's circles.
"It's you?!"
Zhuang Junzi was standing next to Yang Zhicheng. When he saw Xing Luo and Zhang Xiyu, his eyes suddenly opened in anger.
"What a coincidence." Xing Luo swept away the food on the plate, picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth, looking at Zhuang Junzi with a smile.
Now Zhuang Junzi was in a bit of a dilemma. Zhang Xiyu was the one he had taken a liking to first, but now Yang Zhicheng, the third young master of the Yang family, had taken his fancy. He was undoubtedly going to become a love rival, but when he thought of the benefits of trying to please Yang Zhicheng, Zhuang Junzi had no choice but to reluctantly part ways with her.
"Humph, you are unlucky today. If Aunt Wu hadn't come forward on the plane, I would have definitely tricked you. Now that we meet at the Royal Club, don't blame me for being rude." Zhuang Junzi's eyes were full of anger.
"You're welcome, don't be polite. Come if you want, but I don't know if you can bear the final result." Picking up a toothpick, Xing Luo bared his teeth, revealing his white teeth, and said with a smile.
"You..." Upon hearing Xing Luo's words, Zhuang Junzi immediately stepped forward angrily and wanted to punch Xing Luo in the face, but was stopped by Yang Zhicheng beside him.
"Where are you from, little brother? My name is Yang Zhicheng, from the Yang family." Yang Zhicheng looked at Xing Luo with a smile, emphasizing the word "little" specially.
"Hey, the Yang family, one of the six wealthy families?" Xing Luo pretended to be surprised.
"Exactly." Yang Zhicheng said proudly.
"Then get lost. What about the Yang family? I want to beat you up, and even your father can't stop me. When I'm in a better mood, take your bastard and get away." Xing Luo was a little impatient.
He waved his hand and said disdainfully.
"You...you are looking for death." Yang Zhicheng's usual smile turned cold, and his face was extremely gloomy. No one had ever treated him like this in his life, and the other person was a kid who came from nowhere.
"I'll wipe it."
Zhang Zhehui immediately became angry, slapped Yang Zhicheng in the face with his fat hand, and said coldly: "What about the Yang family, I step on you like an ant. Even if your eldest brother Yang Zhidong comes over, I will still hit you."
The little fat man is a fearless person. He is the youngest among all the families, and he is also loved by his brothers and sisters. Although he is sometimes harsh, if something goes wrong, Zhang Zheqing and the others will help Zhang Zhehui immediately.
say.
Over time, Zhang Zhehui's playboy character was also formed, but the Zhang family had the financial resources to spend on Zhang Zhehui, and Zhang Zhehui was also quite sensible, so the elders also helped to deal with the things Zhang Zhehui caused outside.
"You dare to hit me?" Yang Zhicheng covered the left side of his face and looked at Zhang Zhehui dumbfounded, the anger in his eyes could burst out.
"What's wrong with hitting you? I'm fucking kicking you." Zhang Zhehui raised his foot angrily and kicked forward, knocking Yang Zhicheng directly to the ground.
"ah."
Yang Zhicheng was also a playboy. Zhang Zhehui kicked him in the stomach, and his face suddenly turned green and red. After he calmed down, he roared: "Security, security, go up and kill them. If they die, I will be responsible."
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He was indeed angry. The two country guys humiliated him one after another. This also aroused Yang Zhicheng's murderous intention. He looked at Xing Luo and Zhang Zhehui with ferocious faces.
"Brother-in-law, I'll let you practice your skills against those third-rate security guards. If you can't beat them, call me." Seeing the group of security guards in blue security uniforms walking over with sticks, Zhang Zhehui also grabbed the table extremely calmly.
The cup of tea was served and I tasted it carefully. I couldn't help but look so chic.
"There are too many people, let's run away." Xing Luo was also stunned.
"What?!"
Zhang Zhehui almost dropped the cup in his hand and said anxiously: "Brother-in-law, others are coming to the door. Beat them. Why don't you go up and delay? I'll call Brother Shao Liang and ask him to call a platoon."