I created the Longevity Club

The Magic City Exhibition Center was built in 1955 and was originally called the Sino-Soviet Friendship Building. It is the representative building of Magic City.

This time, the main hall used by Song's parents and grandchildren for their wedding was very large, covering thousands of square meters, and could accommodate thousands of people for dining and gatherings at the same time.

The positions where Yang Zhener and Zhao Manzhi stood were relatively far back in the entire venue, closer to the gate.

Such movement does not attract too much attention, nor too little...

Taking Yang Zhener and Zhao Manzhi as the starting point, pairs of slightly smiling eyes were looking at them all around. As long as it had nothing to do with them, then they liked to watch this kind of excitement.

Although they are in the upper class, the nature of these people hidden under the surface is not very good.

They all also recognized Zhao Manzhi's identity, so their smiles became stronger.

On this occasion today, in terms of status, Zhao Manzhi is not at the forefront, and can be regarded as barely among the middle class.

Thinking of this, the onlookers all around moved their eyes away from Zhao Manzhi and looked at the poor young girl opposite. After a while, they also made the same judgment as Zhao Manzhi.

That is, although I don't know how this girl got in, she is definitely not a lady from a famous family.

For these people, a pair of eyes is very important. Whoever they look at, in a few seconds, they can judge something from that person's clothing, conversation, and temperament, thereby determining their next attitude.

One by one, the spectators had cold and bright smiles...

It’s even more fun if you don’t have an identity!

Where everyone's eyes were focused, Yang Zhener's hair was hanging loose, and drops of crimson liquid rolled down the ends of her hair. On her fair skin, traces of water flowed...

Yang Zhener felt cold and at a loss.

She felt the gazes from all around, and those gazes frightened Yang Zhener!

It's like, the beautiful dream has been shattered, and behind the original glorious scene, there is blood!

This is the upper class...

Class divisions are strict, and everyone is aloof, but extremely indifferent!

"Can you feel it?"

"So, don't blame me..."

"This society is like this..."

Zhao Manzhi stood in front of Yang Zhener. She stretched out her hand and gently touched Yang Zhener's jade-like skin. The look on her face showed some pride, and she whispered:

"Did you see that if I don't hit you today, the news will spread tomorrow that I, Zhao Manzhi, am a person who is easily bullied."

After saying this, Zhao Manzhi's face turned cold and he raised his palm, ready to slap him hard.

All around, there were many onlookers, their smiles getting brighter and brighter, as if everyone was waiting for that crisp sound!

…

The palm has not yet fallen.

Another burst of footsteps came to my ears...

Look for the sound of footsteps.

A young man with his hands in his pockets and an indifferent expression approached step by step.

When Yang Zhener saw the young man, her face showed joy. She seemed to be more courageous, and she turned her face sideways when the slap fell.

The young man walked to Yang Zhen'er's side and glanced at the latter's hair and body.

He took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to Yang Zhener.

The young man raised his head and looked at Zhao Manzhi.

…

"Mr. Lu, you have been wronged."

"This is my Song family's dereliction of duty."

Before the young man could speak, a low, hoarse voice suddenly came from the door.

Immediately afterwards, Song Yaoru, the contemporary head of the Song family, appeared at the door pushing his father, and then slowly walked over.

The person who spoke was none other than Song Shixiong, the old man of the Song family.

When Song Shixiong and his son appeared, the entire main conference hall suddenly became quieter. Several security guards in black clothes surrounded them from all around.

Song Yaoru pushed his father and walked to Lu Li.

After seeing the Song family father and son and hearing the words from the old man's mouth.

Zhao Manzhi's face suddenly turned pale, he was breathing heavily and his body was trembling slightly.

"Zhang Zui, make amends to Mr. Lu."

Song Shixiong glanced at Zhao Manzhi with his turbid eyes, and then said in a deep voice.

After he finished speaking, someone walked out of the security...

'Snapped! ’

However, what people didn't expect was that Zhao Manzhi actually stretched out her hand, only to hear a 'pop' sound, and she slapped herself hard.

On the cheek, five bright red finger prints appeared clearly.

"not enough."

Song Shixiong raised his hand slightly to ask his security guards to stop. He lowered his eyelids and said.

'Snapped! ’

'Snapped! ’

'Snapped! ’

Zhao Manzhi was a very cruel woman. She raised her hand and slapped herself several more times!

Her cheeks instantly became red and swollen!

After being slapped for more than a dozen times, his hair was disheveled, his face was blue and red, and there was some blood coming from the corners of his mouth. Song Shixiong looked at Lu Li, and when he saw Lu Li nodded slightly, he allowed Zhao Wei to stop.

At this time, Lu Li made some moves.

He looked around, then walked to a location, and saw that he had taken a glass of red wine, and then walked back...

Lu Li walked up to Zhao Manzhi and stopped.

Without any wavering in his eyes, he followed up by reaching out and splashing red wine on Zhao Manzhi's face.

"Today is the wedding day of the Song family and their grandson. I will give the Song family some face, so I will spare you..."

Lu Li spoke calmly and calmly.

The whole place fell into a deathly silence...

"Mr. Song, if that's the case, I'll take my leave first."

Lu Li wiped his hands and slowly put down the wine glass in his hand. He looked at Song Shixiong and his son and said calmly.

After that, he took Yang Zhener's hand and walked out of the main meeting hall.

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