"What's wrong?" The young man turned his head slightly and raised the middle-aged man's jaw with his fingers, still with a calm expression.

But many people who like him like this indifference that is difficult to get close to. Including the middle-aged man in front of him, every time he sees such a person lying under him and exudes an involuntary feeling, he will feel a strong sense of conquest in his heart.

"It's okay, maybe the air conditioner here is turned on too cold." The middle-aged man smiled and kissed his light pink lips, and said in a lewd way, "Your lips are not only beautiful in color, but also soft when kissing."

The young man didn't blink, "Because he applied lipstick."

The middle-aged man's face was stiff. However, it was not the first time that he had flattered the horse's legs, so he quickly raised his smile and said, "Go to your platform and sit down. I heard that your business has not been very good in the past few months. We can't let Young Master Ming lead the way." When he said the word "cool", a different smile appeared on his face.

The young man nodded, looking unsurprising or happy.

Barr looked at the young man's thin back and frowned tighter. It seemed difficult to ask Wang Xiaoming to love him like this. Fortunately, he was wearing a white dress in the car that came, and he looked out of place with other humans, which made him very optimistic about him.

Wang Xiaoming secretly exposed half of his head from the corner of the corridor, looked carefully at the backs, and looked up at Barr.

Barr thoughtfully said, "Why would you add that burned hair?"

"Uh, ah?" Wang Xiaoming was puzzled.

"If it's not enough, you can call Chang Haitao back." The more candidates, the better, and be prepared for any eventuality.

Wang Xiaoming finally understood that he was dissatisfied with this young man just now.

Barr looked at my figure that was still kissing me not far away and felt disappointed, and said, "Let's go find that Mr. Xiang."

...

Wang Xiaoming's Ying-jeong-like and domineering expression immediately appeared in his mind. He grabbed the corner desperately and said, "It's better for him, I like him."

Barr's eyes flashed, and his tone suddenly became cold, "You looked unwilling just now, and you said you like it so quickly... Could it be that you deliberately sang the opposite tune with me?"

"No, I just..." He said halfway, his eyes attracted by two big men rushing towards him from the other end.

Barr turned his head.

Before the middle-aged man and the young man had gone far, the two big men followed each other in two steps, and grabbed the middle-aged man without saying a word.

The young man frowned and was about to say something, but another big man turned around and pressed his back against him.

The middle-aged man staggered and stood firm. He was about to speak, but then he swung the second and third punches, so fast that he had no time to speak.

The young man was furious and shouted, "Stop! Who are you? This is the Ginza, not a place where you can go wild!"

The big man said vaguely without looking back: "Mr. Jie, don't interfere in this matter."

The young man narrowed his eyes, "Do you know who I am?"

The big man immediately shut up his mouth and stopped talking.

On the other end, the middle-aged man had been knocked over to the ground. At first, he could still scream a few times, but now he can only vent his anger.

Wang Xiaoming was just as he felt satisfied when he heard footsteps coming from behind. Because it was a ceramic tiles, the sound of leather shoes stepping on it was particularly crisp and cold. The footsteps came very quickly, and he had almost no time to react, so he came behind him.

He turned his head and his heart immediately sank.

Xiang Wenxun brushed his shoulder expressionlessly and then looked up.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Wang Xiaoming always felt that he seemed to look in Barr's direction.

"stop."

It was not Xiang Wenxun who spoke, but the security guard behind him. Xiang Wenxun just stood up and showed off his appearance, but this appearance had already made the big man who was beating him sweat.

"I don't care who is behind you. Since I come to my gang to cause trouble, I must be mentally prepared." Xiang Wenxun's voice was as low as water and as calm as water, but everyone present felt a cold wind blowing through his body.

Of course, each person's scope does not include the fallen angels.

Xiang Wenxun looked at the two big men who were tied away by the security guard, with his eyelids hanging slightly. He looked at the middle-aged man lying on the ground and slowly raised a smile and stretched out his hand and said, "Mr. Zhang, are you okay?"

...

That Mr. Zhang almost cursed. How good is it to be beaten like this?

But this was the big boss of the Ginguan, a big man who was important in both black and white, so although his heart was vomiting blood, he still endured the pain and said reluctantly: "It's still... OK."

The young man and Xiang Wenxun exchanged their gazes and separated.

The young man walked to Mr. Zhang and bent down to help him gently up.

Xiang Wenxun said: "I have prepared a special car to take Mr. Zhang to the hospital. Of course, I will pay the fee."

...

He was beaten to death on his territory, but he actually only paid the fare?!

Even if Mr. Zhang could tolerate it, his face was as dark as coal at this moment. He pushed the young man away and slapped him with a backhand.

In fact, he has been beaten for so long, and it is rare to be able to stand firm, not to mention that he has to beat someone, and his strength and speed can be imagined.

But the young man just stood there, as if waiting to be beaten by him, neither hiding nor dodging.

There was a snap.

The back of the hands and cheeks were touching, and the voice was crisp. The young man's face remained unchanged.

Xiang Wenxun frowned almost invisibly.

The indifference that originally made Mr. Zhang love him crazy now seemed to mock him, and his cold eyes seemed to be high and despising him. He raised his hand and couldn't help but want to wave it a second time, then Xiang Wenxun said calmly: "Mr. Jie, come to my office to explain what happened today."

Mr. Zhang's hand stopped in mid-air awkwardly, but he did not wave it.

The young man said: "Yes."

Mr. Zhang was so angry that he was a guest. After all, he was so injured. Xiang Wenxun even sent away the only "crawler" he could rely on. He thought he had always been following the rules since he arrived at the Gangguan and had never offended anyone, but even if Xiang Wenxun's attitude towards him was slow, he would taste a different taste. Maybe the two big men just now were the people he sent, otherwise the places like the Gangguan could make people enter and exit at will?

"Xiao Ming." Xiang Wenxun suddenly spoke.

Wang Xiaoming, who was sneaking to the end of the corridor, suddenly stiffened his whole body and turned his head slowly.

Xiang Wenxun looked at him with an unfathomable expression.

Just as he was thinking about whether to escape simply, Barr pushed him, and then.

So, the picture that fell into the eyes of others was that Wang Xiaoming stumbled, rushed over impatiently, and then fell head-on into Xiang Wenxun's arms very "intentionally".

...

His nose was filled with a faint smell of perfume and smoke. Wang Xiaoming's blood flowed backwards, gathering all on his cheeks. He lowered his head and hinted in an ostrich way: This is dreaming, dreaming.

But Barr's voice was like a sharp blade, and soon pierced his self-deception. "What a good start."

...

"Have you stood firm?" Xiang Wenxun put his hand on his shoulder and slowly pushed it.

Wang Xiaoming looked for a place on the ground to get into.

Unexpectedly, Xiang Wenxun neither cared about his rudeness nor his departure from office, "send Mr. Zhang to the door to take the bus."

Wang Xiaoming raised his head, the blood on his face had not faded, and he looked a bit like a ripe tomato.

Xiang Wenxun raised his eyebrows.

Wang Xiaoming walked towards Mr. Zhang with sensible feelings.

Mr. Zhang cooperated to extend his hand. He understood the principle of stopping as soon as he was ready. But judging from Xiang Wenxun's attitude, the beating this time would probably be so unresolved. Thinking of this, the anger in his heart rushed up. If he wanted to calm down, he had to see if he agreed or not.

Although he is not as majestic as Xiang Wenxun on the road, he always has relationships after doing business for so long. He doesn't believe that he can't find the messenger if he spends tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands.

Perhaps seeing his injustice, Xiang Wenxun added behind him, "I feel extremely sorry for this incident. If Mr. Zhang does not dislike him, I will personally be the boss to apologize to Mr. Zhang next time I come."

...

Xiang Wenxun apologized?

The expressions on Mr. Zhang and the young man's faces were a little strange.

With the deep background behind Xiang Wenxun, they had never heard of him as apologizing.

Mr. Zhang's expression finally slowed down, "Mr. Xiang is polite." He knew that he should be polite for a few more words, but the tone just now was blocking his chest, which made him really unable to get polite.

Wang Xiaoming only felt that the hands on his shoulder were getting heavier and heavier... He was really not polite.

The two of them walked down step by step slowly.

The structure of the galaxy is quite unique.

It is divided into two parts.

Below are ordinary entertainment and entertainment. In the words of regular customers, good goods must be known only if you have to go there.

They are now walking on the stairs from top to bottom.

Mr. Zhang muttered: "Damn it, the passing years are not good!"

Wang Xiaoming was afraid that he would be excited and then he would have a backhand, so he did not dare to talk to him.

His keeping silent made Mr. Zhang even more angry, "Hey, are you mute?"

Wang Xiaoming whispered: "No, no."

"Hiss." Perhaps because of the excessive movement, he couldn't help but take a breath. After a while, "What's your name?"

"Wang..." Wang Xiaoming thought of Sister Wang and immediately changed his words, "King Ming."

"What a mess." Mr. Zhang frowned and turned to look at him, "It's pretty good. What level are you?"

Wang Xiaoming thought about it in confusion and answered tentatively, "Class 4 in English?"

Mr. Zhang was in pain and wanted to laugh again, "What I asked is, how much do you pay for your appearance?"

"ah?"

Mr. Zhang narrowed his eyes and said, "Aren't you a young master?"
Chapter completed!