Becoming the richest man in the universe begins with cultivating immortals

Wan Zhiyuan raised her eyes and said in a cold voice, "Father, Nancheng is also a guest. Do you treat guests like this? If you don't welcome us, why did you ask us to come back?"

Her whole body was icy cold, and the aura she exuded was uncontrollably shocking. Only then did Father Wan realize that her daughter was no longer the little girl she used to be.

"It's okay, it's okay, my daughter quarreled as soon as she came back, and she made jokes for outsiders." Wan's mother persuaded the two of them.

Wan Zhiyuan turned her gaze to Ringer, "You saw it too, I have a boyfriend, what else do you want?"

Linge snorted coldly, "With a little boy like him, what's the use of it other than being good-looking, he doesn't deserve you, I don't mind if you break up with him and marry me."

Wan Zhiyuan: ...

She had never seen such a shameless person, even worse than the rich second generation opposite the restaurant before.

Wan Zhiyuan suddenly became angry, stood up, pointed at the other party and yelled, "You don't mind, what do you don't mind, you don't even look at what you look like, and you are embarrassed when you see you, how dare you imitate others to come to force a marriage? You Don't mind if I mind, where on earth do you have the confidence."

With her violent temper, she couldn't even swear at others, so she wanted to go up and knock his head off on the spot.

Song Nancheng grabbed her wrist, "I'll do it, don't get your hands dirty."

Song Nancheng saw that this person was annoying and knocked on the corner of the wall in front of him. He had never seen such a desperate person.

The members of the Wan family watched Song Nancheng get up leisurely, walked to Linge's side leisurely, picked up his back neck, and threw him out of the door like a small trash.

After finishing the work, he wiped his hands in disgust.

Wanjia: ...

Wan's father and Wan's mother had only one thought in their minds. This kid looked thin and weak, but he was quite strong. He carried a person like he was carrying a pillow.

The little rubbish that was thrown out got up from the ground and became angry at Song Nancheng, "You, you, you, you, you dare to treat me like this, you are dead."

Song Nancheng curled his lips, "A confident and narcissistic person like you, will you listen to me? Since you don't use your brain, we can only use a solution that doesn't use your brain."

Ringer's face turned pale with anger, "It won't end well for you to treat me like this, just wait."

Song Nancheng's eyes were cold, "If you talk nonsense, believe it or not, I can throw you directly out of Swan B."

Linger looked at Song Nancheng, couldn't help trembling in his heart, turned his head and ran away.

Still very strange in my heart, he is obviously a young guy, it doesn't matter if he has a lot of strength, how can he be more bluffing than his boss at that stop?

Father Wan was so angry that he couldn't speak when he saw the situation develop to this point.

Wan's mother pulled Wan Zhiyuan and cried, "Mr. Lin is our big customer. You offended him directly. How can we do business in the future? Or..." Your restaurant will buy the food at home, right? !

She couldn't say the second half of the sentence, so she was stopped by Wan Zhiyuan, "Don't think I don't know what you are thinking.

It's nothing more than wanting me to marry Ringer, so that you can rely on this relationship to expand your family's business, but look at Ringer, who looks like that, arrogant and conceited, overconfident, this kind of behavior People can't go far, Green's restaurant might be in his hands, what will it look like, do you still want to count on him?

Sometimes I wonder, am I your daughter?You don't care about my feelings at all, you trade my happiness for a prosperous family business, right? "

When Wan Zhiyuan said this, she felt aggrieved.

Song Nancheng caressed her back, peeled an orange and fed it to her mouth, "It's okay, you will have me in the future."

Wan Zhiyuan breathed a sigh of relief at the entrance of sweet and sour oranges, yes, she still has Song Nancheng, but luckily she has Song Nancheng.

She sometimes wonders what she would be like now if she didn't have Song Nancheng and Xuantianzong.

Wan's mother rolled her eyes at Song Nancheng, "It seems that you can, you are a poor boy, and pointing at Wan Zhiyuan to live, what can you give her, you can peel oranges and say something nice to coax people." '

Mother Wan snorted coldly in her heart, and continued to persuade Wan Zhiyuan, "What are you talking about? Of course you are my daughter. We are not thinking about the good of the Ringer family. If you marry, you can eat and drink for the rest of your life. Don't worry, you don't need to look at people's faces and be wronged by others."

Song Nancheng handed Wan Zhiyuan another orange, "It's okay, you stay with me, and I can let you live a life without looking at people's faces."

Wan Mu: ...

No, does this kid have any self-knowledge?

He was born on a ruined star, a poor man, how confident he is every day.

Just then, a voice came from outside the door.

Linge, who was beaten away just now, came in with two star policemen, pointed at Song Nancheng and complained, "It's him, he attacked me just now, he beat me, it hurts all over my body."

Song Nancheng: ...

Wan Zhiyuan: ...

Wanfu Wanmu: ... Is this something a boss can do?

They also couldn't help but began to wonder if Green's restaurant would work if it was in his hands.

In this era that calls for equality of human rights, beating someone for no reason, if the other party pursues it, it is really a serious matter.

The star police were on business, scanning Song Nancheng's face with a device, "Take your identity information and tell me why you beat someone."

Song Nancheng: "...he deserves a beating!"

Linge snorted coldly, but he was very proud in his heart. He dared to be arrogant in front of the star police when he hit someone. Wait until he is taken away for a record. Then he can sneak in and pry Wan Zhiyuan away.

Ten thousand fathers and ten thousand mothers: ...

No, Ganqing is also a fool.

He beat someone just now, and he dared to be so arrogant if he didn't talk to the Star Police properly.

Why is their daughter so miserable? Why can't they meet a normal person?

The Star Police glanced at the information, and asked in surprise, "Are you from Xuantianzong?"

As the matter of cultivation spread among the upper class, Xuantianzong's information was also made public in government agencies.

There is only one purpose for the disclosure, to tell everyone that it is not important to avoid Xuantianzong.

Xuantianzong mastered the most comprehensive knowledge of cultivation. Cultivation means strong strength, prolonging life, and immortality. This is the life gate of all powerful people.

Xuantianzong held their door of life, so he was naturally extra polite.

Southeast City nodded, "Yes."

The Star Police fell silent.

Ringer saw something was wrong, "What's wrong? Catch them!"

Star Police sincerely persuaded Ringer, "It's almost done. He didn't beat you so much that he couldn't stand up, just have fun secretly. Seeing that you have nothing to do, I'm still busy, let's go first."

The two star policemen walked away like this.

Ringo: ...

What is so great about Xuantianzong?

Wan Fu Wan Mu: ... What's the matter?Does this kid have a background?The Star Police didn't hold them accountable?

For a moment, everyone's eyes fell on Song Nancheng.

Song Nancheng's eyes fell on Ringer's forehead, "If you don't leave, why don't you keep it for lunch?"

Ringo:! ! !
He rolled away non-stop, and said harsh words while rolling, "I'm not finished with you, can you hear me!"

Father Wan said dryly, "Lunch? Get someone to prepare lunch. What does little friend Song like to eat?"

Wan Zhiyuan: ...

She silently covered half of her face.

Shame, isn't the speed of changing face too fast, at least there is a buffer period!

Song Nancheng showed a harmless smile, "What did Uncle Wan say? Is an uneducated person like me worthy of having lunch at Wan's house?"

Father Wan: ...