This Evil One Is From the Immortal Realm

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The chairman of Yuhuang Group, he naturally knows it. After all, his father often drinks tea with this old Dong. He has seen it many times before and it is not strange.

"Oh, didn't Master Zhu play for a while?" Chairman Yu Huang asked with a smile.

"Somehow, I plan to go home and wash. The banquet is almost over anyway." Zhu Zhihui pulled his clothes stained with red wine, and said a little bit sullenly.

During his speech, he glanced at Nie Nanfeng, frowned, frowning, feeling familiar, but not recognizing.

At the banquet just now, his attention was on those young models and little stars, and he didn't care about other things at all.

Chairman Yu Huang knew at a glance that Zhu Zhihui did not recognize Nie Nanfeng, and his mouth was slightly drawn. He was about to introduce it, but he did not want Nie Nanfeng to speak.

"I am Nie Xiaojiu's eldest brother."

Zhu Zhihui froze for a moment, and then subconsciously blurted out, "What? That little miscellaneous"

Before he finished, he had already reacted, but apparently it was too late.

Feeling the sudden drop in the temperature around him, Nie Nanfeng's gaze almost peeling him away, Zhu Zhihui couldn't help but take a step back.

Nie Nanfeng's eyes without human feelings were locked on Zhu Zhihui, and his voice was cold and bitter: "Where are the people."

The simple three words are like a knife hanging over the head, which will fall off at any time.

"I, I don't know what you are talking about."

auzw.com Zhu Zhihui wanted to be calm, but he was stared by Nie Nanfeng’s eyes, making his teeth tremble and his tongue knotted. He couldn’t say a complete word.

Nie Nanfeng: "Is it."

These two words seemed to beat drums on people's hearts, and there was a hint of fear in everyone's hearts.

The next second, Zhu Zhihui looked pale and screamed: "Ah my hand!!!"

Nie Nanfeng's big hand was pressed on his shoulder, and Zhu Zhihui felt that his shoulder was about to be removed.

The hero did not eat the loss in front of him. Zhu Zhihui, who suffered from suffering, immediately cried and shouted, "Wow, I said I said he poured my red wine first, and even beat me, so I retaliated him and locked him in the toilet. ."

"Look, he played all this, I didn't fight back!"

With that said, Zhu Zhihui also pointed to his face. Sure enough, there was a wound on his face.

Just because he is black, if you don’t look closely at the five finger prints, you won’t find it.

Seemingly afraid that Nie Nanfeng didn't believe it, Zhu Zhihui also picked up his clothes and pointed at a few bruises on his body: "Look, he hit me, I didn't even touch him with a hair, He was so angry, so he locked his door when he went to the toilet."

Naturally, he was not going to brag about this kind of assault, so when he just got out of the elevator, he only said about revenge on Nie Xiaojiu

At this time, Nie Nanfeng's cell phone rang, he answered the phone and said lightly: "I already know."

Hanging up the phone and throwing Zhu Zhihui away, Nie Nanfeng strode toward the elevator in a stride.

Zhu Zhihui, who is still in danger, grabbed the trousers of the emperor's trousers and climbed up from the ground. He was crying with a sad face, and he was a little dissatisfied: "I'm also the son of the deputy mayor anyway. He is too much, his dad. Not so arrogant!!!"

Chairman Yu Huang glanced at him and shook his head: "He didn't rely on his father to eat. You go back and tell your father about it, let him have a heart to prepare."