The strongest comprehension dude

Chapter 384
"Buzz~~~"

From far away, everyone heard the roar of the rumbling sports car.

Seeing the gray exhaust rising slowly under the sky, a smile appeared on YangMeng's face and he said, "Look, let me tell you that this group of rich second generations who are full will definitely come back. !"

Everyone was speechless for a while, it seems that YangMeng, a former playboy, is still very clear about the temperament of these second-generation rich and second-generation officials.

"Ga~~~squeak~~~"

There was a series of sounds of tires rubbing against the ground, and eight luxury sports cars with a market value of more than 200 million yuan stopped in front of everyone in a row.

The window of the Koenigsegg CCXR was rolled down. Song Zihao, who was sitting in the driver's seat, rested his left arm on the window. When it looked like a street stall, a look of disdain flashed in his eyes.

But when his eyes aimed at Liu Sisi and Shen Mengyao, his eyes couldn't help turning cold, and when he saw Yang Feng'er, he suddenly stared round.

Staring straight at Yang Feng'er, this bastard couldn't help but tsk-tsk.That pair of lustful eyes swam back and forth on Yang Feng'er's body without any concealment.

Mature and plump figure, beautiful and charming face, especially when he saw the whiteness on the pair of proud and straight jade peaks on Yang Fenger's chest, Song Zihao couldn't help swallowing, as if he wanted to swallow Yang Fenger in one gulp .

"What a plump and beautiful milf!" Song Wenhao almost salivated when he saw it.

"Shhhh~~~"

After a while, Song Wenhao blew a whistle, and said a little arrogantly: "Sister, do you want to take a ride?"

This Song Wenhao is really a pervert. He is a 23-year-old boy, but he actually calls Yang Fenger, who is already a married woman, his younger sister.

Hearing Song Wenhao's words, Yang Feng'er's face sank, and even Liu Sisi and Shen Mengyao lost their good looks.

Before Yang Feng'er could get angry, Yang Tianhe, the third brother, was the first to yell out: "Damn it, little bastard, who do you call sister?"

As he spoke, this guy took two steps forward, protecting Yang Feng'er behind him, staring at Song Wenhao with eyes full of anger.

Damn, dare to moles my own sister in front of me, are you getting impatient?
Perhaps feeling the murderous intent emanating from this strong man, the owners of several other luxury cars walked out of the door in unison, and surrounded the Koenigsegg CCXR.

What's more, they also pulled out a shiny golden baseball bat and golf club from the car. Judging from their extremely skillful movements, it was obvious that they had repeated it thousands of times.

These people are all dressed like punks, their hair is colorfully dyed, their bodies are full of punk holey clothes, almost all of them have two or four pierced ears, and there are two guys with strong paintings. eyeliner.

"Get off!" Song Zihao also got out of the car at this time, he yelled at the people around him in a low voice, and pushed away the two young people who were closest to him.

This day, Nan Province is no better than Sunan Province, after all, it is not the headquarters of their Song family.Those who are away from home can't be too arrogant.Besides, he wanted to make a good impression in front of this beautiful milf, but he couldn't make a bad impression because of these guys.

Poor baby, she has no idea that the group of people in front of her don't take this guy seriously.

"The president of the Tiannan branch of the Song Group, Song Wenhao, it's a pleasure to meet you!" Song Wenhao took out a gold-stamped business card from his pocket, introduced himself, and handed it to Yang Feng'er while bypassing Yang Tianhe.

This guy is really thick-skinned, and he actually dragged the Song family out.

"Hmph!" Yang Feng'er didn't even look at the bronzing business card Song Wenhao handed over. A trace of disgust flashed in her eyes. She had encountered this kind of guy a lot. She thought she was from the five great families of China, so she came up directly to strike up a conversation. .

Not to mention the Song family, even the major sects of Wuliang Mountain, Yang Feng'er doesn't pay attention to them.

Seeing Yang Fenger's performance, Song Zihao's eyes flashed a glint of sternness, but he quickly covered it up, and he didn't show any anger on his face, but said: "Hahaha, okay, you have a lot of personality, Brother, I like it very much!"

"Brother? I'll go to you!"

When Song Zihao ignored Yang Tianhe and handed the business card to Yang Feng'er, Yang Tianhe was already trembling with anger. Hearing the words of this ignorant young man, he immediately became furious. He slapped him fiercely.

"Snapped!"

Yang Tianhe's hands were so strong, even though he had carefully controlled his strength, Song Zihao was sent flying more than ten meters away by Yang Tianhe's slap, and fell to the ground howling in pain.

Those little brothers of Song Zihao didn't have time to react, they saw that Song Zihao had fallen to the ground, and a purple-black five-fingerprint appeared on the left cheek, half of the cheek bulged at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon It is nearly five centimeters higher than the right cheek.

"Young Master Song!"

"Brother Hao!"

The seven little followers were terrified when they saw Song Zihao lying on the ground in a mess, and ran over in a hurry, carefully shaking the screaming Song Zihao.

Seeing the seven young men on the opposite side circling around Song Zihao alone, Yang Feng'er suddenly burst out laughing.

YangMeng looked back at his little aunt strangely, and said, "Little aunt, what are you laughing at?"

Yang Feng'er gave Yang Meng an annoyed look, and said, "You brat still have the face to ask? A few months ago, weren't you just like that Song Haohao? You led a bunch of bums around all day long to fool around?"

"Uh..." YangMeng froze for a moment, rubbed the back of his head, embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

At this moment, the tallest young man among the seven stood up, pointed at Yang Tianhe's nose and said, "You, you dare to hit Brother Hao? Do you know... Crunch, snap!"

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted.

I saw that Yang Tianhe's left hand was holding the young man's right index finger fiercely, and the index finger was already in an irregular ninety-degree drooping state, obviously broken.

At the same time, there were crimson slap marks on his left and right faces, obviously, he was slapped twice by Yang Tianhe.

I only heard Yang Tianhe say: "I hate others pointing at my nose the most in my life. Also, your mouth is too dirty, it's best to rustle it first!"

"Snapped!"

Speaking of this, Yang Tianhe pushed the young man unceremoniously, and the young man's body immediately flew about ten meters like a kite with a broken string, before falling down.

Coincidentally, after the young man did a Hua gliding exercise in mid-air, he even sat on the face of Song Zihao who was still howling.

Unlucky Song Zihao, the right side of his face swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye because he was sitting in the middle of the big and thick man. This is a good thing, it was directly on the same level as the left side.

"Ouch!" Song Zihao screamed, and said, "Did I fool you, Feizi! You are fucking crazy..."

Hao Fei, who had a face like a pig, was about to cry. He said directly, "Young Master Song, it's not my fault! It was that big guy who threw me out. I didn't mean to use you as a meat pad!"

"Quick, what are you guys standing there for? Why don't you move Brother Fei away?"

A clever boy frantically directed the crowd to separate the two, Song Zihao and Hao Fei had already been exhausted by Yang Tianhe, and it was as difficult as going to heaven for them to move their bodies by themselves.

"Hahaha, Third Uncle, you are too ruthless these two times! Why don't you give them some strength?" YangMeng winked at Yang TianHe's side, looking very happy.

"What the hell, molesting my sister in front of me, do you really think that I don't exist?" Yang Tianhe spat, looking at those young people with eyes full of disdain.

"Hey, it's still you!" YangMeng smirked twice, turned his head and walked towards the rich second generations who were helping the two of them check their injuries.

"pat, pat..."

The other six people who were taking care of Song Zihao and Hao Fei didn't notice Yang Meng's movements at all, they raised their heads only when they heard the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer.

When he saw YangMeng and Yang Tianhe who was following him, he was so frightened that his body began to shake.

"You, what do you guys want to do?" The young man who was still a little shrewd just now was staring at Yang Tianhe and Yang Meng with eyes full of fear.

Yang Tianhe's current image is really too fierce, with that deliberate and fleshy face, and with just a light push, Hao Fei, who is [-] kg, was thrown ten meters away , This terrifying strength is something that ordinary people can achieve?

YangMeng showed an incomparably bright smile, and said: "I want to ask you, can you spare four cars for us?"

"No, I can't..." Although the young man was very scared, he still gritted his teeth and shook his head, but when he saw Yang Tianhe showing signs of losing his temper again, he quickly explained, "These cars were provided by Song Shao and Fei Ge. Our own cars are all in the underground parking lot of Tiannan Song Group. Therefore, we have no right to dispose of these cars!"

"I hate you so hard..." Song Zihao and Hao Fei, who originally planned to pretend to be deaf and dumb, almost hated this young man to the core. If they want a car, you can just give them the car. Why do you have to involve the two of them? Doesn't this push the two of them to the fire pit?
Hearing this, Yang Meng glanced at Yang Tianhe, teasingly said: "Oh! What a coincidence, third uncle, you can do it, just beating two people casually is the leader of this gang!"

Yang Tianhe laughed with his mouth open, and said, "Luck, hehe, luck!"

(End of this chapter)