What the opening mouths collide is crackling sparks. The busy servants around him dare not participate in the disputes between the owners, and they all avoid it with their eyes down.

When Lin Yian came over, he heard the sentence echoing in the air, "Who knows which woman you came out of the belly of a little beast?", and his face changed immediately.

The sharp and sharp words poured into the ears, constantly stimulating the sensitive periosteum and restless blood from the internal organs.

It happened that a servant pushed the dining cart and passed by him lightly. Lin Yian sneered, reached out and took the red wine from the dining cart, and then smashed the bottle and cover toward the white wall in front.

The glass bottle body and the white wall collided together. With a loud bang, the bottle burst instantly. The mellow and rich red wine was like flowing blood, and it instantly covered the entire white wall.

The sudden loud noise exploded in the air. Not only was Lin Mingyang startled, but even the servants in the restaurant were so scared that they immediately lowered their heads and stood there tremblingly silently.

The wine bottle exploded, the red wine splashed everywhere, and the room was filled with the rich aroma of wine.

Lin Yian was close to him and was inevitably stained with wine. He slowly raised his wrist, stretched out his tongue, licked the red wine at the wrist bone, and then chuckled, his eyebrows and eyes as cold as snow.

"It's great. The Lin family raises you so that you can talk to my daughter like this?"

“…”

This chilly sound came out, and Lin Mingyang froze in the spot, his white lips moved, but he couldn't say anything.

Lin Yian raised his hand and pulled off the tie, wiped the red wine stained on the back of the tie, then threw the tie casually, and walked slowly towards this side with a steady pace.

Across seven or eight meters, Lin Mingyang saw the gloomy and violent layer that surged in his eyes, like an invisible snow blade, cold and bone-black, almost able to split people's skin.

A sharp and imposing sense of oppression swept over the sky, like a layer of black clouds suddenly covering the sky, covering the sky and making people have nowhere to hide.

Lin Mingyang watched him walk towards him, then stopped in front of him, and asked with a chuckling, "What did you say to Er just now?"

Lin Yian's eyebrows and voice were smiling, but there was no smile in his eyes, which was dark, like an endless abyss that could not be stepped on by one foot.

The strong sense of oppression made Lin Mingyang almost breathless.

"I'm asking you, why don't you speak?"

Lin Yian's expression remained unchanged, with a smile on his thin lips, and his voice even sounded gentle, as if he was flirting with a lover, but the hostility in his dark eyes could not be suppressed.

Lin Mingyang's face was pale without a trace of blood.

His young uncle doesn't come to the old house very much. Lin Mingyang doesn't know him very well, he only knows that he is casual and does not obey discipline.

The times Lin Mingyang saw him before, he looked like a cynical young man. Everyone had a little ambiguous smile on his eyes, as if he had no temper.

But until today, after close contact, Lin Mingyang realized that he was not like this.
Chapter completed!