Spirit Boss - 19. Order (top)

“What’s the matter?” The young man’s head was slightly on the side, and he lifted the middle-aged man’s chin with his fingers, still with an indifferent expression.

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

“It’s okay, maybe the air conditioner here is too cold.” The middle-aged man smiled, kissed his light pink lips, and smiled wryly, “Your lips are not only beautiful, but also very soft. .”

The young man’s eyelids didn’t blink and said, “Because I put on lipstick.”

The middle-aged man’s face became stiff. However, it was not the first time this kind of flattery slapped on a horse’s leg, so he quickly raised a smile and said: “Go to your table and sit down. I heard that your business has not been very good these few months. We. Don’t let Ming Shao lead the coquettish.” When the word’coquettish’ was said, a different smile appeared on his face.

The young man nodded his head without surprise and joy.

Barr’s brows frowned as he watched the youth’s thin back. It seems difficult to make Wang Xiaoming and such a loved one live. Fortunately, in the car that came, he was dressed in white, and looked incompatible with other human beings, which made him very optimistic about him.

Wang Xiaoming secretly revealed half of his head from the corner of the corridor, carefully looking at those figures from the back, and then looking up at Baal.

Barr thoughtfully said, “Would you like to add that burning hair?”

“Uh, huh?” Wang Xiaoming was puzzled.

“If it’s not enough, just call that Chang Haitao back.” The more candidates, the better. Be prepared.

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

Barr looked at my figure who was still kissing me not far away, and said, “Let’s go find the manager Xiang.”

…

Xiang Wenxun’s heroic and domineering expression immediately appeared in Wang Xiaoming’s mind. He grabbed the corner desperately and said, “It’s him, I like him.”

Barr’s eyes flashed, and his tone suddenly cooled down, “You were just unwilling to say that you like it so quickly…Could it be that you sang against me on purpose?”

“No, I just…” He said halfway, his eyes were attracted by the two men rushing over from the other end.

Barr turned his head.

The middle-aged man and the young man hadn’t gone far yet, and the two big men made three strides and made two strides to catch up. They just caught the middle-aged man with a punch without saying anything.

The young man frowned, and was about to say something, when another big man turned and pressed his back.

The middle-aged man staggered to his feet, just about to speak, and then swiped the second and third punches, so fast that he didn’t have time to speak.

The young man was angry and shouted: “Stop! Who are you? This is the silver pavilion, not a place where you can go wild!”

The big man said vaguely without turning his head: “Young Master Jie, don’t interfere in this matter.”

The young man squinted his eyes, “Do you know who I am?”

The big man immediately shut his mouth and said nothing.

At the other end, the middle-aged man was knocked to the ground a long time ago, and at first he could yell a few times, but now he can only vent his breath.

Wang Xiaoming was feeling happy when he heard footsteps coming from behind. Because it is a ceramic tile, the sound of leather shoes stepping on it is exceptionally crisp and cold. The sound of footsteps came quickly, and he barely had any time to react, and he went behind him.

He turned his head, and his heart sank immediately.

Xiang Wenxun brushed his shoulder blankly, then raised his head.

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

“stop.”

It was not Xiang Wenxun who spoke, but the security guard behind him. Xiang Wenxun just stood out to shine, but it was this appearance that had already made the beating man sweat profusely.

“I don’t care who is behind you. Since you come to my silver pavilion to make trouble, you must be psychologically prepared.” Xiang Wenxun’s voice was low and calm as water, but everyone present felt a cold wind blowing over him.

Of course, everyone’s scope does not include fallen angels.

Xiang Wenxun watched the two big guys who were tied by the security guards taking them away. With his eyelids drooping, he looked at the middle-aged man lying on the ground in sorrow. He slowly raised a smile and stretched out his hand: “Mr. Zhang, How are you?”

…

Mr. Zhang almost scolded his mother. How could it be better to be beaten like this?

But this one in front of him is the big boss of the silver building, a big man who plays a decisive role in both black and white, so even though his heart is vomiting blood, he still endures the pain and reluctantly said: “It’s okay.”

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

The youth walked to Mr. Zhang’s side, bent over and gently lifted him up.

Xiang Wenxun said: “I have prepared a special car to take Mr. Zhang to the hospital. Of course, I will pay for it.”

…

He was beaten half to death on his site, but he only paid for the fare? !

Rao Mr. Zhang can bear it, his face is as black as coal at this moment. He pushed the youth away and slapped his backhand.

In fact, he has been beaten for so long, it is rare to be able to stand firm, let alone beat people, strength and speed can be imagined.

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

There was a snap.

The back of the hand and the cheek touched, and the voice was crisp. The youth’s face remained unchanged.

Xiang Wenxun frowned almost invisibly.

The indifferent indifference that had originally made Mr. Zhang mad at this moment seemed to be mocking, and his cold eyes seemed to look high at his embarrassment. He raised his hand and couldn’t help but want to wave it a second time. He listened to Xiang Wenxun calmly: “Master Jie, come to my office to explain what happened today.”

Mr. Zhang’s hand was awkwardly stopped in mid-air, after all, he did not wave it down.

Youth said: “Yes.”

Mr. Zhang was dizzy with anger. Anyway, he was a guest, and he was so injured, Xiang Wenxun also gave away the only “crutch” he could rely on. He thought that he had always followed the rules after arriving at the silver hall, and he hadn’t offended anyone, but even if Xiang Wenxun’s attitude towards him was slow, he still tasted a different taste. Maybe the two big guys just now were the people he sent, otherwise the silver pavilion can let people in and out at will?

“Xiao Ming.” Xiang Wenxun suddenly said.

Wang Xiaoming, who was sneaking to the end of the corridor, suddenly became stiff and turned his head slowly.

Xiang Wenxun looked at him with an unfathomable expression.

Just when he was considering whether or not to just run away, Barr gave him another push behind his back.

Therefore, the picture that fell in the eyes of others was that Wang Xiaoming stumbled, rushed over impatiently, and then fell into Xiang Wenxun’s arms very deliberately.

…

The nose is full of faint perfume and smoke. Wang Xiaoming’s blood flowed backward, all gathered on his cheeks. He lowered his head, ostrichly hinting to himself: This is a dream, a dream.

But Barr’s voice was like a sharp blade, and it quickly pierced his self-deception. “It’s a good start.”

…

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

Wang Xiaoming was crying, looking for a place on the ground where he could get in.

Unexpectedly, Xiang Wenxun did not care about his impoliteness, nor did he care about his leaving the post, “Send Mr. Zhang to the door for a ride.”

Wang Xiaoming raised his head, the blood on his face remained unchanged, and he looked a bit like a ripe tomato.

Xiang Wenxun raised his eyebrows.

Wang Xiaoming rushed towards Mr. Zhang sensibly.

Mr. Zhang stretched out his hand very cooperatively. He understands the principle of accepting as soon as you see it. However, depending on Xiang Wenxun’s attitude, I am afraid that this time he was beaten up. Thinking of this, the anger in his heart rushed upward. If you want to settle things down, you have to see if he agrees.

Although he didn’t have the prestige of Xiang Wenxun on the road, after all he had been in business for so long, there was always a relationship. He didn’t believe that he couldn’t find the main messenger after spending tens of thousands of hundreds of thousands.

Perhaps seeing his injustice, Xiang Wenxun added on his back, “I am extremely sorry for this incident. If Mr. Zhang doesn’t dislike him, I will personally act as an apologize for Mr. Zhang when he comes next time.”

…

Xiang Wenxun apologizes?

The expressions on the faces of Mr. Zhang and the youth were a bit strange.

With the profound background behind Xiang Wenxun, they had never heard that he would apologize.

Mr. Zhang’s expression finally eased, “President Xiang is polite.” He knew he should have said something more polite, but the tone just blocked his chest, which made him really uncomfortable.

Wang Xiaoming only felt that the hand on his shoulder was getting heavier and heavier…He was really welcome.

The two of them walked down slowly, step by step.

The structure of the silver pavilion is rather peculiar.

Divided into two parts.

The following is the usual entertainment. And the above belongs to VIP hospitality. In the words of regular customers, good goods are only known until they are “on”.

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

Mr. Zhang murmured: “Damn, the passing years are not good!”

Wang Xiaoming was afraid that he would get a backhand when he was excited, so he dared not talk.

He remained silent to make Mr. Zhang even more angry, “Hey, are you dumb?”

Wang Xiaoming whispered: “No, no.”

“Hiss.” Probably because the movement was too big to affect the wound, he couldn’t help taking a breath, and said after a while, “What’s your name?”

“Wang…” Wang Xiaoming thought of Sister Wang, and suddenly changed his words, “Ming Wang.”

“What kind of mess.” Mr. Zhang frowned, turned his head and glanced at him, “You look pretty decent. What level are you?”

Wang Xiaoming thought for a while, and tentatively replied, “English CET-4?”

Mr. Zhang was in pain again and wanted to laugh, “What I asked was, how much do you pay for playing?”

“what?”

Mr. Zhang squinted his eyes and said, “Are you not Young Master?”

Wang Xiaoming’s head quacked around three or four times before he realized that he had just been ordered by someone!