Zhang Xiaoan felt very unhappy.
He could think with his buttocks that the Zhang family mentioned by the other party was the flower blooming on his big tree.
Of course.
If nothing else happens, this flower should have already borne evil fruit.
"Toast to our Zhang family, what is your identity?!"
"..."
"I scolded you? I even beat you!"
"..."
I can still hear the insults coming from the private room.
Immediately afterwards.
Zhang Xiaoan saw Fang Moxuan and others quickly walking into the private room where the quarrel was taking place.
"What are you doing, this silly bitch?" Zhang Xiaoan was afraid that Fang Moxuan would suffer a loss, so he rolled up his arms and sleeves and was about to go to the private room to see what was going on.
Yi Nan had quick eyes and quick hands and grabbed his arm.
"What are you doing with all this fussing?"
Yi Nan frowned: "Delete the recording."
"Can't delete it."
"I really don't want to offend Fang Moxuan, don't force me to do something intimate with you." Yi Nan puffed up her chest and moved closer to him.
She didn't really care whether the recording would be heard by Du Yao.
She was afraid that Zhang Xiaoan would let the Fang family listen to the recording.
Once the matter is exposed, let alone Wangjiang, I am afraid there will be no place for her in the entire Jiang Province.
Moreover, she found that Zhang Xiaoan was a smart person with a rogue character, and was not as honest as she expected.
He may not necessarily show the recording to Fang Moxuan and the Fang family.
But he will definitely use the recording to blackmail himself and plunder himself endlessly!
"Okay, okay, I'm afraid of you, just delete the phone yourself." Zhang Xiaoan casually took out the phone from his pocket and handed it over.
While Yi Nan was answering the phone, he broke away from her arm and walked towards the private room.
After Yi Nan took the phone and poked it twice, her nose almost became crooked.
Isn’t this my fucking phone? ! ! !
When did he take my phone out of my bag?
What a fucking god!
Yi Nan's breathing was rapid, his mind went blank, and his whole body was shaking with anger.
It took him a full minute to slow down before raising his legs to catch up.
…
a few minutes ago.
Sun Fang and others heard a quarrel in the private room next door, and originally wanted to come over to watch the excitement and eat.
I didn’t expect that eating melon would affect my own husband.
Huang Zhichao drank less than half a kilogram of white wine. He was not a good drinker and could no longer stand.
Standing there with a red face, he didn't dare to fart after being insulted in various languages by Zhang Qingyang, so he could only nod and apologize humbly.
When Sun Fang saw this, the leg she had just lifted fell back to where it was.
She also knows Zhang Qingyang and knows that he has a noble status and can easily control the local rich circle in Wangjiang. She is not someone she can afford to offend and cannot touch.
She also felt very sorry for her boyfriend being insulted and humiliated by him.
She wanted to go forward and argue with Zhang Qingyang, but she was afraid that the other party would slap her loudly.
From this point of view, even rich people bully the weak and fear the strong.
"Zhang Qingyang, you're almost done. I'm just toasting you a glass of wine. Are you going to scold me like this?" Huang Zhichao couldn't hold it back after all, so he used the strength of his drink to raise his head.
"Scolding you? I'm going to beat you!" Zhang Qingyang picked up the wine bottle on the table and slapped it firmly on the opponent's Tianling cover.
"Crash..."
The wine bottle was shattered on the floor.
Huang Zhichao let out a scream, covered his forehead, stumbled back a few steps, and sat down on the ground.
Fang Moxuan and others rushed into the private room.
Sun Fang quickly stepped forward to help Huang Zhichao up, looking at the blood on her boyfriend's face.
Her eyes were red, and little pearls came out of her eyes, but she still didn't have the courage to step forward and confront Zhang Qingyang.
As for Mo Qi and Du Yao, it was quite interesting that they stepped forward to help Huang Zhichao.
After all, the other party is a well-known villain in the academy.
Fang Moxuan glanced at Zhang Qingyang, then walked up to Fatty Chen and asked, "What's going on, Uncle Chen?"
"Xuanxuan, you're here too. Haha, it's okay. The young man drank too much and had a few quarrels. Send your child to the hospital quickly. I'll ask someone from the company to send him the medical bills tomorrow." Fatty Chen smiled with a careless look.
He didn't take Zhang Qingyang's beating seriously.
"No matter how much he pays for medical expenses, he will be beaten. I won't pay him a dime!" Zhang Qingyang spat on the ground and said angrily: "What a piece of shit! You deserve to toast me, damn it!"
"You girls, please listen to me. Don't think that just because your family has cooperated with our Zhang family a few times, we are all friends."
"Just the two steel coins in your pockets are not enough for our Zhang family to donate to other countries in a year!"
"I cooperated with your family just by giving you a bite of food. You really treat yourself like a person!"
"after……"
Zhang Qingyang didn't finish his words.
I saw a figure suddenly rushing to his side.
Zhang Xiaoan, with lightning speed, rewarded him with two big mouths.
After two slaps, everyone in the room was stunned.
"The Zhang family is awesome, right?"
"Snapped!"
"The Zhang family is rich, right?"
"Snapped!"
"How many fathers can speak so harshly?"
"Snapped!"
"say!"
"Snapped!"
Zhang Qingyang was slapped with a big mouth by his ancestor, from the dining table to the wall.
Looking at the young man in front of him who was similar to his own age, Zhang Qingyang felt an inexplicable fear in his heart. He was so suppressed that he did not dare to take a breath. It took him a long time to even have the courage to open his mouth.
Of course he wouldn't know that this was the power of bloodline suppression.
"You...who are you?" Zhang Qingyang covered his face with a slightly timid expression.
"I am your ancestor!"
"Snapped!"
"stand at attention!"
Zhang Qingyang straightened up immediately. Even he didn't know why he had to listen to the other party's words and stand up so straight.
"Hey!" Fatty Chen regained his composure and stood up, with a somewhat unhappy look on his face: "Young man, have you drunk too much? Whose ancestor are you from?"
"Uncle Chen, he is my boyfriend..."
"Don't talk yet." Zhang Xiaoan turned around and interrupted Fang Moxuan, walked up to Fatty Chen, looked at him with crooked neck and squinted eyes: "Who are you?"
"Haha, I am..."
"Are you quite good at spoiling children?"
"I……"
"Snapped!"
Zhang Xiaoan slapped him down, and Fatty Chen, who weighed more than 200 kilograms, flew sideways like a paper man.
He spit out two molars and fell to the ground, wailing in pain.
"You look like a gas tank that has become a sperm. You talk a lot of nonsense!" Zhang Xiaoan turned around and glanced at the heads of the Zhangjia Wangjiang branch present one by one.
Everyone was staring at him with their heads hanging down, and they didn't dare to say a word.
What a joke!
Fatty Chen was fat and big-eared. His poop could not be eaten by a dog, and even an urn after cremation could not fit in it.
Such a heavyweight player, Zhang Xiaoan beat him like a child, who dares to interrupt!
"You guys are so crazy, why don't you speak? Speak!"
"..."
"..."
"..."
"This matter today has nothing to do with any of them. My name is Zhang Xiaoan. If you are dissatisfied, come to me anytime!"
Still no one among the middle-aged people present dared to speak.
"A bunch of cowards!" Zhang Xiaoan finished scolding and walked out of the private room with a swagger.
Zhang Qingyang looked at Zhang Xiaoan's leaving figure, rubbed his face, and muttered in a strange way:
"His surname is also Zhang, and he belongs to a family five hundred years ago..."
