"Mr. Nanda, you have always started to act as a shield for others. Why, it's useless to pop up by yourself?" Hou Weikai's words were very bad, and it doesn't matter whether it sounds nice or not.

Nan Jingtai's face was as deep as water. He had known Zhang Shidong for a long time. The cold-blooded man once made him creepy. After meeting him again a few years, this man has changed, but his sharpness is even more serious. Judging from his current posture, his sharpness is going to hurt people.

Is it appropriate or not?

Should I make a comeback?

Zhang Shidong did not make Nan Jingtai embarrassed, or he did not give anyone a chance to react. He was very "obeying" Mr. Hou's words, and he really jumped a little, jumping from Ling Jingyun to Hou Weikai's side.

A living person suddenly pushed the ground from a distance of two meters away and jumped to you. Hou Weikai is a normal person, so he had a normal person's reaction. He screamed and took a few steps back, and subconsciously pushed forward with both hands.

Zhang Shidong took advantage of the situation and was pushed back by the other party's hands, staring at the other party with his eyes: "You dare to push me? You dare to push me? You dare to push me?"

The audience was stunned.

Is this man brain ill?

Hou Weikai stood still and pointed at Zhang Shidong: "You have a brain..." Before the word "ill" was released, Zhang Shidong had already rushed up, like a scoundrel, waving his arms and pushing Hou Weikai hard in an extremely civilized way. After pushing it, it didn't count, and he was cursing, completely civilized words: "Are you sick? Are you sick? How dare you push me..."

When the people next to him saw that he was playing a scoundrel, several waiters rushed over quickly and stopped Zhang Shidong. Everyone's hands were not idle below, and they pushed him. Wouldn't that be a fool if they didn't help the boss at this time?

"Get out of here, I'll slap him to death today, I dare to push me." Zhang Shidong leaned forward, but the waiters didn't stop him. He pulled a few people and continued to rush to Hou Weikai's front. His fingers were much harder than him. He directly pointed them on his chest. Every time he tried, he made Hou Weikai's face look ugly. When people around him looked at him, he was humiliated and looked bad. In fact, only he knew that every time he hit him, he felt extremely painful.

My face changed because I had a breakdown and I couldn't breathe.

He pointed at Zhang Shidong and didn't say anything several times.

"Oh, you still point at me, what are you pointing at me, huh? What are you pointing at me?" Zhang Shidong walked forward like dragging a few sandbags. The person who was pulling him was so cold that his face turned red. He couldn't hold him back at all. His fingers clicked on Hou Weikai's chest.

Finally, a waiter saw that something was wrong, and stopped pulling it. He waved his fist and gave it to Zhang Shidong's face.

This time, it finally stopped Zhang Shidong's body from moving forward. Hou Weikai finally recovered, his face was full of anger, and he didn't think about anything. He waved his fists and pointed it at Zhang Shidong: "Damn, hold him down."

The hornet's nest was stabbed. Nan Jingtai and Ling Jingyun saw the evil smile on the corner of Zhang Shidong's mouth. This punch hit him like a tickling, and there was no feeling at all. However, this scene was seen by many people. Zhang Shidong wanted this effect. Since the other party was at the rhythm of being beaten, of course he had to fulfill him.

"Beat me, hit me, you dare to hit me, everyone has seen it, they hit me first."

Zhang Shidong reached out, pinched the wrist of the waiter next to him, and exerted a little force. The other party screamed, and there was no one around him. Looking at Hou Weikai, Zhang Shidong smiled evilly. The other party also noticed something was wrong, and his body retreated, calling his own bodyguard.

"Don't be afraid, I'm a civilized person, and I don't hit people. What are you afraid of? Come here, come here." With a snap, Zhang Shidong grabbed Hou Weikai's collar with his left hand, put it hard into his arms, clamped it under his arm, pulled him to the buffet table next to him, turned him over and pressed it on the table, picked up pieces of cakes on the table with a fork, pinched Hou Weikai's cheeks, opened his mouth, and stuffed the cake in.

"Mr. Hou."

"Mr. Hou."

The people nearby were panicked. Mr. Hou was actually pressed down on his home court and stuffed cakes into his mouth. What was the way it was heard?

Whether it was the bodyguards of the Hou family, the service staff, or those who had a tacit relationship with Hou Weikai, they all rushed over. The first thing they thought was to rescue Hou Weikai from the "defense", and then they thought about how to teach this guy who dared to touch Mr. Hou a lesson.

"I want to touch my woman and hit me. You are too brave. If you don't teach you a lesson, you will be more than good in the future." Zhang Shidong stuffed Hou Weikai's mouth and cursed. When someone rushed over, he raised his leg and kicked the other party in the chest. The other party flew backwards and fell on the lawn.

With Zhang Shidong as the center, figures flew out one after another. Only then did everyone realize that the boy was pretending just now. He had already done all this and had to trick others into taking action first. He was so confident that if he had the truth, he could beat people here and be safe?

After stuffing the cake, I grabbed a bunch of grapes and stuffed them into Hou Weikai's mouth.

After stuffing the grapes, he grabbed a transparent glass basin and stuffed all the fruits inside into Hou Weikai's mouth.

Many people's facial nerves twitched. Looking at the tragic situation of Hou Weikai's continuous swallowing on his neck, standing on the other side, you could still see the broken red bloodline rising in his eyes.

Until someone called out a weapon to stop Zhang Shidong, someone who was carrying a folding bench stick and various long utensils rushed over. Zhang Shidong let go of his hand and walked in a leisurely manner. He added dozens of people who were howling on the ground, grabbed Hou Weikai's hair that was constantly vomiting, and sent his head forward, hitting the table directly, knocking the pieced together for a section, walking over, grabbing his hair again, pressing it into the ice box, and stepping on his head directly, preventing him from breaking out of the ice box.

Then, Zhang Shidong looked at a group of people surrounding him who were afraid to come over, took out cigarettes from his pockets and lit them. He felt Hou Weikai who was shaking his feet and pointed to the ice box and said, "You are so disgusting, you can vomit it." From his perspective, he happened to see the colors reflected by Hou Weikai's vomit under the transparent ice cube.

Four men in black trotted all the way, taking out their guns from their arms while running, and aiming them at Zhang Shidong to pull the trigger.

Four peaches flew out of Zhang Shidong's hands and hit the right wrists of the four black-clothed men. Four guns fell on the grass, and their faces showed a shock. The guests present realized that this guy was really not an ordinary master, but a top master.

Several cars drove over from the auxiliary road in the distance, and men in black got out of the car. An energetic old man, leaning on a dragon head crutch, wearing a black silk long-sleeved jacket with anger on his face. Hou Weikai's father, who was attending a high-end cocktail party in a villa not far from here, rushed over immediately after receiving the call. He saw his son stepping into the ice box from a distance, his face became more and more gloomy. After getting off the car, he said in a deep voice: "No matter who the other party is, I broke my hands and legs."

Nan Jingtai couldn't continue to sit idly at this time, and stood up to block the road that the man in black rushed up: "Hou Uncle, it's a bit too much."

Hou Runsheng snorted coldly, and every time the dragon head turned and hit the ground, it made a muffled sound, which showed how angry he was: "Boy from the Nan family, you don't have the time to speak here."

"Then I can speak, can you? Mr. Hou, the children have some conflicts, there is no need to leave room for each other." On the lawn, a group of people walked out of the villa where Hou Runsheng just came, and took the lead. In his early fifties, he felt a sense of domineering aura all over his body. Standing there, he had a momentum. Facing Hou Runsheng, the momentum of the same level was not weak at all.

Hou Runsheng's eyes sterned: "This is Xiangjiang, are you talking enough?" The implication is that this is Xiangjiang, how big a person are you in another place? Here, I am not afraid of you, and your words can't make me change my mind.

Zhang Shidong hooked Hou Weikai up with one kick. The ice water flowing on his face made his cheeks pale and some of the contaminated vomit were not bothered to wipe it. He trembled and closed his eyes tightly. Compared to the pain on his body, he was even less willing to face the humiliation under the eyes of many people.

No one knows his son, and Hou Runsheng knew what he was thinking when he saw his son's expression. He gritted his teeth and issued an order again, ignoring the object of a business partner. He forced himself to suppress it with all kinds of doubts. His son lost such a big face. No matter what his identity the other party was, he could support the mainland giant next to him. In this situation, he could not show weakness, nor could he lose.

Someone recognized the man who came out and whispered: "Isn't that Chairman Jiang from Tiandi Group? Is this guy who beats someone has something to do with him?"

"Absolutely, otherwise Mr. Hou was so angry and who dared to come out to stop him, that would be like declaring war desperately. Is it worth standing up for him like this?"

Zhang Shidong carried Hou Weikai, watched the black sheep beside Jiang Yongnian approaching Ling Jingyun from the crowd, put her under his protection, and turned to Hou Runsheng and asked, "Is there any way to Xiangjiang?"

"Hmph." Hou Runsheng snorted coldly. His son was in the other party's hands, and the people who surrounded him did not dare to act rashly.

Zhang Shidong then asked, "He hit me, I will fight back, is it reasonable or legal, right?"

Hou Runsheng snorted angrily: "You are hitting my Hou Runsheng's son."

Zhang Shidong continued to ask: "What you mean is that as long as I have a father who is better than you or have a force that can ignore the law more than you, and if I hit him, it will be useless, right?"
Chapter completed!