Marrying into her Family

Song Tao was still walking on the stairs when he heard a voice coming from the second floor.

"How's it going?"

Song Tao heard the sound of the first second, subconsciously a Zheng, and then replied: "something happened."

"Waste!"

"Pa!"

With the word "waste", a glass was smashed at the foot of Song Tao. Then, Wang Wei, who was wearing pajamas, was standing at the stairway. His blue face was full of resentment, and his eyes were full of anger. "Waste things, can't you do such a small thing?"

"Wang Shao, listen to me." Song Tao is anxious. "This really can't blame me, originally everything went well, to blame, can only blame Lin QingHan his husband."

"That Zhang Xuan?" Wang Wei's eyes are full of resentment. "What can that trash do?"

"Wang Shao, I heard at the classmate party yesterday that Lin QingHan's husband is an artist. Today, everything is going according to my plan. Her husband suddenly appeared and messed up all the plans."

"Fart!" Wang Wei steps forward and kicks Song Tao.

Facing Wang Wei, Song Tao wants to hide but dare not. Sheng Sheng was kicked in the chest and tumbled down the stairs. He felt that his internal organs were all about to be displaced.

"Artists? Do you think he has a brain pit? That's a waste wood! A dog to our Lin family! Wait for a bitch! What an artist Wang Wei is shaking all over. What happened yesterday. Has become his nightmare, lingering, now he wants to tear up Zhang Xuan!

"Song, I'll give you the last week. I don't care what you do. You should stink the reputation of Lin. otherwise, you will think that the gambling debt of Aocheng will be paid by yourself in your life! Go away Wang Wei waved his hand and disappeared at the stairway without looking at Song Tao.

Song Tao trembled to get up, respectfully said that after understanding, left the villa.

Zhang Xuan and Lin QingHan have lunch together. Lin QingHan takes Milan to Lin group.

As soon as the two women left, Zhang Xuan took out his cell phone and made a phone call.

"Did you find out? Who sent them? "

"Found out." There was a female voice on the other end of the phone, "it's a local social organization. Do you want us to kill it directly?"

"No Zhang Xuan tone is very light, "your every move will cause the attention of the whole world, send me the information, I can go."

"Good." The people on the other end of the phone don't have any nonsense, and they are very efficient. When he said good words, Zhang Xuan's mobile phone had a short message to prompt the sound.

After hearing this sound, Zhang Xuan hangs up directly. The information he received on his mobile phone is exactly the information of the five strong men's club who wanted to fight him yesterday, including the name of the club and the number of members.

Zhang Xuan took a look, and then locked the target in a bar called night.

It's 3:00 p.m. now. Before the bar is open, the door of the bar is open at night and you can't see what's inside.

Zhang Xuan went to the bar and raised his right hand. Push hard on the door.

"Creak!"

The door of the bar opened slowly, and a strong smell of tobacco came to his face. Zhang Xuan frowned and looked around the bar.

The bar hall is about 700 square meters, with a performance stage and countless card seats. Under the card seats, there are countless wine bottles scattered, which are volatilizing choking alcohol into the air.

Zhang Xuan stepped into the hall. Before he had time to step out, a voice sounded in the dark bar hall.

"Since yesterday, there has been news in the industry. It's said that someone is checking us. I think it's you. "

This is a male voice with a sneer in it.

Zhang Xuan's face also showed a smile, "how, shouldn't we check?"

Zhang Xuan is not surprised that the other party knows that his subordinates are investigating them. Zhang Xuan's people always have no taboo in their work. It's impossible to investigate a social organization secretly. Even if they are known by the people of these social organizations, it doesn't matter, because this kind of social organization is not taken seriously by Zhang Xuan and his people, just like an elephant The attitude of ants.

"Ha ha. Check us. Who gave you the courage? I wanted to clean you up tonight. Since you brought it to me, I'll take it! " The male voice in the bar suddenly became fierce.

Then, the bar hall suddenly lights up. The dim hall is as bright as day. Several strong young people appear in the hall, all looking at Zhang Xuan with bad complexion.

At the same time, behind Zhang Xuan and outside the bar, there are several young people with sneers. They look at Zhang Xuan like hunters looking at their prey. Their eyes are full of excitement.

Looking at the sudden appearance of more than 20 people, Zhang Xuan's face was still full of calm, "it seems that you have to be completely afraid first. I'll ask you questions again! "In Zhang Xuan's mouth, as soon as the word "hand" fell, a shadow fell from the roof of the bar. Just as the shadow was ready to start, a car flute sounded.

Zhang Xuanchong's shadow cast a look in his eyes. The shadow disappeared here as if it had never appeared before.

A patrol car was parked in front of the nighttime bar. The young people all dispersed when they saw the patrol car.

The main driver of the patrol car opens, and Han Wenwen, the outstanding "patrol flower", walks down from the car. Han Wenwen's eyes scan the door of the bar, which is full of disgust.

"Zhang. You're so brave. Recently, the news in the industry has been very popular. Everyone guesses that there is a big conflict. How dare you come alone? " Han gentleness has a contemptuous smile on his mouth. Passing by Zhang Xuan and striding into the bar, Lang said, "who is in charge. Get out of here

"I, I, it's me, team Han." A young man with a vicious look in his eyes just now. Now put on a pair of humble flattery, bend down and trot to Han gentle.

Han gentleness didn't even look at the man. He asked directly, "tell me, why did you do it to Zhang? Who asked you to do it?"

"This..." The young man's face showed a look of embarrassment, "team Han, you know, our industry rules can't be bad."

"Rules? What are the rules of your so-called bullshit industry? I'll give you ten seconds. If you don't say it, just follow me! "

"Team Han..." The young man's face is pathetic.

"Five seconds to go!" Han gently looked at the mobile phone.