The Emperor's Life of a Wretched Man

Qinglin has never thought highly of Solo, seeing Solo's wretched smile and the image of a humble philistine, she felt sorry for Solo.

But the woman in front of Solo... and the old man behind Solo...

hiss……

"Master, where did this wretched fellow get two masters? The Qian family and the Long family sent him? No, the Qian family and the Long family probably wouldn't want such a master to follow this wretched boy..."

Qinglin stood up with a smile while thinking, and nodded slightly to Solo: "Boss Suo's visit really makes the Qinglin Gang flourish, welcome..."

"Ah... Master Qinglin, it's a great honor to meet you. Suo is really flattered to have sent so many people to welcome Suo. Master Qinglin is really polite..." Solo turned to the crowd of thugs with a look of horror on his face. Looking at it, he opened his mouth and said nervously.

A trace of disdain flashed in Qinglin's eyes: "Hehehehe... Boss Suo is the God of Wealth of my Qinglin gang, so if you don't line up to greet each other, you might lose your courtesy..."

Qinglin Mei smiled and said, but she stood still where she was, and did not show too much politeness to Solo.

When Solo came to Qinglin's table, Tang Ling and Zhao Xiaohua took the initiative to stand behind Solo. Solo nodded wretchedly with a flattering face, walked up to Qinglin and stretched out his hand:

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, long time no see..."

Facing Solo's outstretched hands, Qinglin turned a blind eye, and just nodded lightly at Solo as a gift in return: "Boss Suo, please sit down..." Qinglin said and sat down on her own.

Solo didn't feel embarrassed, he stared at Qinglin who was full of seductive aura, his saliva flowed out, and his eyes were burning: "The head of Qinglin is so beautiful, I'm afraid the ancient Ximei, Daji, Baosi They are far inferior to the big masters..." The beauties that Solo compared are beautiful, but there is not a single good person.

Faced with Suo Luo's daring, teasing words, the smile on Qing Lin's face became stronger and stronger, but the murderous intent in his eyes was surging: "Boss Suo, please sit down, it is difficult for standing guests to answer correctly..."

"Ah... good, good good..."

Solo agreed and sat down face to face with Qinglin, but his eyes kept sweeping back and forth on Qinglin's plump chest...

"Master Qinglin, how old are you?" Solo asked idiotically as he looked at the two beating pussies.

"Hehe... Boss Solo, you are such a weirdo. As the saying goes: 'Men don't ask about income, women don't ask about age', you don't even understand this..." Qing Lin looked at Suo Luo with contempt. Ro.

"Ah? There is such a saying? Really knowledgeable, Master Qinglin, didn't you invite me to dinner? I didn't eat at night, I'm hungry, let's serve the food! What's the matter, let's chat while eating, okay? "

Solo struggled to move his eyes away from Qinglin's chest, then greedily looked at her small face again, and then said heartlessly.

After hearing Solo's words, Qinglin was stunned for a moment, but she clapped her hands anyway, and the thugs who were waiting on the side immediately walked over with lowered eyebrows.

"Boss Suo is hungry, let's have a feast..." Qing Lin ordered.

"Yes..." The thugs agreed and immediately retreated.

And while the food was being served, Solo pestered Qinglin to ask this and that, even the eighteen generations of her ancestors asked very detailed questions, and didn't care that Qinglin didn't answer a word and her face became more and more cold .

When the food was served, Solo didn't wait for Qinglin to be polite, and turned around to ask Zhao Xiaohua and Tang Ling to sit down for dinner. Tang Ling was still hesitating, but Zhao Xiaohua didn't care about it.

Solo asked him to eat, and he started to eat when he sat down, not to mention Qinglin, even Solo was not polite, he ate heartily, and he ate like a wretch.

Tang Ling hesitated for a while and sat next to So Luo. When he saw So Luo and Zhao Xiaohua start to have a turmoil, she stopped being polite.

Qinglin and all the masters of the Qinglin gang all opened their mouths wide open, with a look of ghosts on their faces, especially the members of the Qinglin gang, they really doubted who their master had invited back...

"Hehe...Boss Suo is really a man of temperament. Does Xingzhong Society really have no rules? Even if I don't pick on courtesy in this situation, they are still qualified to sit down in front of you?" Qinglin was stunned for a long time After that, he laughed and sarcastically said.

"Why don't you eat Qinglin? Five-star hotels make different things, especially this bowl of vermicelli soup is really good. Do you have a few more bowls...

Oh, by the way, Qinglin, I forgot to introduce you. The little girl next to me is Tang Ling, who is prettier than you. She is my girlfriend and a freshman at Yan University.

And this old man is my Uncle Zhao, they are not my subordinates, they usually take care of me, eating together is to give me face, you should eat too..." So Luo said with a mouthful of food.

"You...cut...is this vermicelli soup? That's 'Norwegian Sky Nine Wings', you can't buy it with money, and, your uncle came from the country, right! It's really delicious to eat, but Your girlfriend... is prettier than me?"

Qinglin's eyes were full of murderous intent, she tried her best to bear it, looking at herself with murderous eyes like a hungry ghost reincarnated like two men and a woman sweeping the food on the table.

But in the end Qinglin still couldn't hold back: "Solo, I have limited time. Since you are so hungry, then you can listen to me while eating. I came to you this time to ask about the last time you gave Qinglin Gang What the Dragon Club promised."

"Ah? Promise? What promise?" Solo asked while chopsticks were flying and Zhao Xiaohua was grabbing a plate of food.

Snapped……

wow...

"Solo...you don't want to toast and refuse to eat fine wine. Back then, you represented Xingzhong Society and promised me Qinglin Gang and Longteng Guild Hall to give [-]% of the shares in Xingzhong Society to our two gangs. Do you want to deny it?"

Qinglin couldn't bear it anymore, raised her hand and slapped the table to pieces, splashing the dishes everywhere...

The two middle-aged men behind Qinglin shot at the same time, blasting the splashed food and bowls at Solo and the other three, and the Qinglin gang also drew their knives and surrounded them...

But when the debris fell to the ground, the eyes of Qinglin and the two masters behind her shrank slightly, and looked forward with horror.

At this time, the three of Solo were already sitting in front of a table in the distance. Solo sat there with his legs crossed and picked his teeth with a toothpick in enjoyment. Zhao Xiaohua stood behind Solo with his eyes closed. , Tang Ling was pouring tea for Solo with a teapot, and the three of them acted like nothing had happened...

"The master..."

"The master..."

A few small leaders of the Qinglin Gang came forward to ask...

Qinglin's eyes narrowed slightly and he immediately regained his composure. He waved his hands to show that he was not in a hurry, then stood up, and changed a table under the protection of two bodyguards to face the three of Solo.

Qinglin made a gesture, and nearly a hundred thugs from the Qinglin Gang surrounded the three of Solo with a whoosh...