Chapter 90

No one knows what Qin Zhan is thinking. Even min Jiangxi can only guess that he is upset with Zhang Yang. There are still many tables in the back. She can't help but ask the waiter to send Qin Zhan yogurt and grapes.

Qin Zhan was sitting in his chair. He was drunk and his heart beat fast. He couldn't smoke. He had to deal with the officials around him. He was really upset.

The waiter came from behind, carrying the tray and politely said, "is that Mr. Qin?"

Qin Zhan raised his head, "what's the matter?"

The waiter put a cup of yogurt and a plate of washed grapes in front of him, and said with a friendly smile: "please use it slowly."

Qin Zhan looked at the yoghurt and grapes. He didn't have to ask who sent them. The two monks around him couldn't figure out what to say. "Do you like grapes?"

Qin Zhan gave a perfunctory smile and nodded. What else can he say?

People around him talked about where the grapes were delicious and how sweet they were. They also sent Qin Zhan to Shencheng. Qin Zhan said lightly, "thank you. No, there are grapes in Shencheng."

There was not even a chance to make a scene here. There was little to say. After a while, the waiter came up and said, "Hello, Miss min Jiangxi. Miss min asked you to go to the rest room."

Qin Zhan Wei Leng, then asked: "where is the rest room?"

"You go out to the left, the end of the corridor to the left, the first room."

Qin Zhan got up and left. According to the waiter's instructions, he found the rest room and pushed open the door. On the sofa, he leaned lazily against one person and made public. The other two were sitting away.

Looking up at Qin Zhan, Zhang Yang turned red and sneered, "it's really coming."

Qin Zhan also knew that he was not wrong when he heard this, so he just stepped in. The tall man stood at the door and asked without expression: "looking for me?"

Zhang Yang's eyes are full of sarcasm. "I think min Jiangxi is looking for you. I'm so excited, right?"

Qin Zhan said without blinking: "I'm also very excited when you come to me."

Another man in the room said, "don't pretend to be stupid here. What do you mean? Did you deliberately make it public on the table just now?"

Qin Zhan said, "I see it. It's not stupid."

The man pretended to be forced to throw the cigarette to the ground with an affectation. He frowned angrily and said, "who are you talking to?"

Qin Zhan wanted to laugh, but he didn't want to give them a good face. He didn't look at him directly. He looked at Zhang Yang and said, "how did min Jiangxi offend you?"

Zhang Yang said, "who are you?"

Qin Zhan didn't speak, and someone in the room interrupted, "it's not clear. I'm a minister under the skirt. As soon as you've finished picking off people's clothes, you'll find a concubine to pour your wine. Shit, one after another, all over the place."

The Chinese language is broad and profound, and each word has its own definition, such as trample and grill, which means both heaven and earth.

Pick your clothes?

What appears in Qin Zhan's mind is the man's coat hanging on Min Jiangxi's arm. Before, he just felt abrupt. Now, when he thinks about it, his mind is full of pictures that can't be seen.

Eyes instantly indifferent, Qin Zhan looked at the publicity, low voice, "I should not let you drink."

Zhang Yang thought he was counselled, and hissed, "it's late."

Qin Zhan stepped forward and announced that he didn't know what he was going to do. Although he was afraid, it was not good to show a flustered appearance. He pretended to be calm and sat on the sofa.

Unexpectedly, Qin Zhan walked up to him and picked up the crystal photo frame on the coffee table. He didn't even say hello and smashed it on his head.

The photo frame is not thick. It's A5 size. Inside is a wedding photo of Jiang Xuan and Luo Ding'an. With a "bang", it's a little stuffy, but the crack in the glass doesn't fall down. The publicity is blindfolded. He instinctively raises his hand to protect his head. Qin Zhan grabs his collar, and it's a sudden.

All the glass on the photo frame was broken, and some of them fell down on the sofa or into the shirt.

Zhang Yang scolded and raised his hand to resist. Qin Zhan's action was quick and fierce. He grabbed his hand and twisted it back, with a bang, followed by a cry like killing a pig.

Qin Zhan said coldly, "I shouldn't let you drink. You only need to drink urine."

The other two people in the room were almost silly. Later, they rushed up to help. Qin Zhan knocked one over with a fist and kicked the other over with a kick. When he was fighting, he picked up the vase on the table again. Seeing Zhang Yang struggling to get up, he smashed a vase on his head.

"Hua La" a sound, frighten just about to get up from the ground of the other two people, Leng is to sit back.

Zhang Yang was knocked unconscious. When Qin Zhan grabbed his hair and pulled him up from the sofa, only half of his eyes were eyeballs, and half of his eyes were white. Because of the huge pain of his scalp, he had some consciousness.

Qin Zhan glared at him and said, "bullying? Before bullying people, they don't ask if there is anyone behind her. "

Zhang Yang's arm was misplaced, and his other hand reached to the top of his head in an attempt to break Qin Zhan's hand. He said vaguely, "dare you move me... Do you know who I am?"

Qin Zhan was very humiliated and reached out to slap each other's face, slapping, more and more crispy. He said, "is your father Li Gang?"

Zhang Yang said a name and then bit his back teeth and said, "you don't want to be in the night city, do you?"

Qin Zhan said, "it turns out that your father is an educator. He can manage the education of the whole night city. Why can't he teach you how to be a man? You don't look as good as a dog. "

Zhang Yang couldn't make money even though he was beaten. He was pulled by someone's hair and his head was broken. He said with red eyes, "who are you?"

Qin Zhan said coldly: "Qin Zhan, I live in Shencheng. Don't worry about me running. You call now. I'll wait for you."

With that, Qin Zhan suddenly released his hand, flaunted his legs, stepped back a few steps, and sat down on the sofa. With his eyes fixed on Qin Zhan's face, he quickly took out his mobile phone to make a phone call.

Qin Zhan sat on a separate sofa and lit a cigarette, as if he really wanted to wait for his call.

When he got through, Zhang Yang said in an urgent voice: "bring people to Binyue as soon as possible!"

The man inside asked, "what's the matter?"

"Don't ask him. If you ask me again, I will be killed."

"I'll take someone there right away. Who are you fighting with?"

Zhang Yang stares at the smoker on the other side, gritting his teeth and saying, "Qin Zhan."

Voice down, the phone is obviously silent, "who do you say?"

"Qin Zhan! Are you so deaf? "

"Which Qin Zhan?"

Zhang Yang is about to explode blood vessels. Usually he doesn't walk horizontally in the night city, and he has never been wronged. Now he is beaten like a bloody gourd. He shakes himself and grins. He grabs his mobile phone and says in a loud voice: "he says he lives in Shencheng, Shencheng qinzhan. Do you know him?"

This time, the person on the phone was completely silent, and Zhang Yang said, "hello? What are you talking about? "

The man replied in a deep voice, "I can't help it. Please call your father."

"I don't know..."

Zhang Yang's words haven't been finished, and the other party hangs up straightly.