Wang Lingjuan suddenly shouted: "Dad, so what if he is my boyfriend? I have never been in love since I was a child. If you want me to marry Lai Zixiang, you have never asked me for my opinion! You just treat me as a tool for marriage with the Lai family!"

"Okay, this brat is indeed your boyfriend!" Wang Cunde said angrily: "I'm really putting my words here today. Lai Zixiang, you have to marry if you don't marry! The boy named Song, I don't care what your purpose is, I must immediately break off contact with my daughter!"

Wang Lingjuan covered her mouth in disbelief and choked and said, "Dad, I don't like Lai Zixiang at all, why do you have to marry me?"

"No reason! Lai Zixiang is your best choice!" Wang Cunde looked so angry: "Friendship can be cultivated slowly in the future, and then you will understand your father's painstaking efforts. Do you know that everything is for your own good?"

"You... do you think I will believe it?" Wang Lingjuan wiped her tears, and a chill appeared in her eyes.

Seeing that his daughter was so stubborn, Wang Cunde had to take his anger on Song Baojun: "Boy, no matter what purpose it is, you'd better disappear in front of my daughter forever!"

Song Baojun did not want to have a meaningless verbal dispute with him, so he raised his foot and walked out the door.

Wang Cunde sneered again: "Boy, do you think things are that simple?"

"Mr. Wang still wants to keep me for dinner?" Song Baojun turned around and glanced at him.

"You injured Lai Zixiang, and those who don't know still say it was my behind-the-scenes instruction. If you don't give you a profound lesson today, what will Mr. Wang explain to your old friend?"

With Wang Cunde's greeting, two burly men walked into the restaurant to block Song Baojun's way.

They are both about 1.80 meters tall, with a short flat head, a sturdy figure, wide shoulders, and wearing a short-sleeved tight T-shirt, showing their tight and solid muscles, which is very powerful. The cold and indifferent expressions show that these two people are Wang Cunde's loyal lackeys.

Song Baojun complained secretly, and said that today the disaster was suddenly hit by Wuwang. It was impossible to stop this matter, but he refused to give in and called him: "Wang Cunde, you want to teach me a lesson today, right? That's great. I hope you don't cry and beg for mercy in the future."

Wang Cunde was furious and said, "Beat me, beat me to death!"

Two burly men took Song Baojun's arm one by one and the other. They were skillful in their skills and stronger than the Bulls. They were professional bodyguards who had received long-term high-intensity defense training. They were not comparable to Dong Changhe, the "Prince of Baseball" who was just famous.

Song Baojun resisted but was pressed to the ground, his cheeks pressed against the ground. He did not get any benefits when he activated the thirty-two personality, but he developed a bad temper. In this case, even the despicable personality "changing with the wind" nature was squeezed over and cursed: "Wang Cunde, don't let me walk out of this door alive, otherwise you will regret what you did today."

Wang Lingjuan panicked and shouted: "Dad, Dad! Please don't hit him. He is really just my ordinary friend. We did nothing. The last time we met at the Xianshan Bar on the Sea, Lai Zixiang was accusing good people... "

Wang Cunde thought that even if you are an ordinary friend, will I let him go if he says these harsh words? If you say it, you have to make a serious blow to explain to your in-laws. He said: "Beat! Beat first and then talk about it!"

Wang Lingjuan stepped forward and hugged his father's arm and begged, but Wang Cunde just ignored it with a cold face.

The other girls were so beautiful that they all came forward to plead with them. But Wang Cunde didn't even give his daughter's face, so how could he care about them?

The burly man fisted directly to Song Baojun's head, face, chest and abdomen, and only beat him loudly, and blood oozed out of his nose in a short while.

Tan Qingkai finally had the loyalty and stepped forward to grab the burly man and stuttered, "Big, brother, you have something to say, so let's discuss it!" The man shook his hand impatiently, and Tan Qingkai fell two or three meters away, his chest was shaken strongly, and he couldn't move for a moment.

All the girls exclaimed and lost their voices.

"Where is the violent personality? TMD come out quickly!" Song Baojun shouted wildly in his mind: "Anyone of the awesome personality will come out to help me solve the trouble in front of me! Brutal personality? Aren't you known as the world's number one bad king? Why are TMD now acting as a turtle with a head-hungry turtle?"

"Hey, you scammers are all over the world, why don't you dare to speak at critical moments?"

"Dirty, slutty? You TMD aren't you the most capable of adapting to the environment in the world?"

"Philosophy, philosophy? Isn't it a combination of your wisdom that is comparable to a hundred Nobel Prize winners?"

I don’t know how long it took to call, but the philosophical personality slowly appeared. I calmly said: “According to the situation analysis, all your current reserves of phantom energy are not enough to support the integration of violent personality.”

Song Baojun shouted hysterically: "What did you say last time? Last time I was in the cinema, I had a full three-minute fusion, and beat the baseball prince in full! "

The philosophical personality said: "That is the violent personality that was chosen to be independently integrated by your emotional perception at that time. Now the leader has appointed me as the personality dispatcher, and I have the responsibility to be responsible for all personality. Forced integration in the absence of secret energy has a high probability of causing mental disorder or even becoming a vegetative person, and the risk is too huge."

"Then, what should I do now? What international joke are you TMDs?"

A voice with a plain philosophical personality said: "Under the contrast of adversity, the secret energy can also increase significantly. Negative emotions such as suffering, torture, pain, sadness, shame, etc. will also greatly train the secret energy. I think the best choice at the moment is: grit your teeth and survive this level."
Chapter completed!