"You said, I'm like a monkey?"

For a moment, Zhao Lang clenched his teeth, his whole body was trembling with anger, and an unknown anger swept across his chest.

He thought he was the Monkey King who came to the banquet and would be the protagonist at the banquet.

But in fact...

In Wei Jiale's eyes, he is just a monkey-like Bima Wen, who is so arrogant that he can't even get on the table.

Even this outfit doesn't match the rest of the party at all, and it looks more like a pawn.

Facing Zhao Lang's angry face, Wei Jiale only felt interesting and shook his shoulders gently.

"What do you think?"

"If it weren't for Hanhan's sake, would you think you could come to such a place?"

emmm...

Zhao Lang glared at his eyes and was about to get angry.

"Hello!"

Just at this moment, a refreshing male voice rang behind him.

"Give me this glass of wine."

"What?"

Zhao Lang turned his head blankly and saw a rich second-generation with a mole on the corner of his mouth.

It seems to be a food city that is suitable for running something.

The second generation looked at the glass in his hand, and he stretched out his hand casually and wanted to take it away.

"What are you doing?"

Zhao Lang pinched the bottom diameter of the glass cup and did not let the other party succeed.

"I said, I want this glass of wine!"

The second generation frowned, as if they didn't expect that this "waiter" was so eye-free.

"Um?"

Zhao Lang turned his head and looked at the dining car parked beside him.

This kind of wine is found on the dining cart.

And more than one cup!

"You won't take the one on this?"

"Oh……"

The second generation seemed to be angry at him and laughed, pulled his clothes, stared at Zhao Lang and said, "I want this cup in your hand, what's wrong?"

"whee……"

In the distance, Jiang Han, who was hiding behind the crowd and observing the situation here, was covering her stomach and laughing.

"How funny you see how he is now!"

"You bought his clothes specifically for him?"

Someone smiled and said, "You are really, is it fun to play with people like this?"

"Of course!"

Jiang Han raised his neck and said, "He ignored me at the beginning, and I want him to know what it means to be unable to reach a high level today."

"If I don't teach him a lesson, I, Jiang Han, can't swallow the breath I suffered from him!"

"Then you're going to succeed."

One person chuckled: "Originally, this kind of person just plays with it. If he doesn't know how much he weighs..."

"Huh!"

Several people here were joking, but something had happened there.

"You must want this cup in my hand?"

Zhao Lang looked down at the wine in his hand, and then looked at the rich second generation who looked at people with his nostrils.

"Um."

The second generation stretched out his hand: "Give me the wine."

"OK!"

Zhao Lang grinned, shook his wrist and a glass of cold wine poured towards him.

"Wow!"

The wine has Qiongxiang, which seems to be of good quality.

But it doesn't look so good when it falls on your head, face, and clothes.

The second generation looked stunned and his eyes were blank, as if he had never expected such a thing to happen.

"you……"

"What are you doing!"

Before the second generation could speak, Wei Jiale here was already screaming.

She pointed at Zhao Lang and her eyes widened: "You dare to throw wine on Ming Shao. Are you looking for death?"

"Wow!"

A large glass of cold wine came towards her and she poured her into a chicken without hesitation.

The elegant dress immediately lost its luster.

"If you don't say it, I almost forgot you."

Zhao Lang casually put down the cup he picked up again and clapped his hands with a relaxed look on his face: "Don't think you are a woman, I won't do anything to you!"

"You...you..."

Wei Jiale was trembling and pointed at Zhao Lang with one hand so trembling that he could hardly speak.

"What are you doing!"

The screams rang out again, but Jiang Han and others in the distance rushed over to see the situation here.

"It's you?"

Seeing the visitor, Zhao Lang's eyes flashed, and he reached out and wanted to go to the dining car to get a glass of wine.

"Crazy..."

The waiter who was pushing the dining car changed his expression and hurriedly carried the car to the side, for fear of becoming Zhao Lang's accomplice.

"What are you doing!"

Several girls rushed forward, and Jiang Han yelled at Zhao Lang: "Look at what you look like, stay well when you come. Do you have some eyesight to see?"

"Hanhan gives you face and lets you come in and see, and then you can honestly recognize your position. This person is better, and he thinks this is still the kind of place where he can't stand it and then take action."

"I'm just a gangster on the street. I heard from Hanhan that he doesn't even have a serious job."

"If you want me to tell me, you shouldn't have asked him to come in!"

"That's right, that's right!"

A few girls said every word, each of them sarcastically, holding guns and sticks, and their expressions were even more contemptuous.

Zhao Lang looked speechless, and clenched his fists and had the urge to let them know why the flowers were red.

The noise here is so loud that it naturally alarmed the entire floor.

Even a few adults in the corner who were negotiating business put down their glasses and walked over.

"What's wrong?"

A man with a big belly and aura spoke in a muffled voice: "Noisy, noisy, not good!"

Seeing the visitor, a group of young people immediately restrained their sharpness.

"Mr. Jiang."

"Uncle Jiang."

"dad!"

Jiang Han walked to the man with a grievance, pointed at Zhao Lang, and said, "It's all him, but he actually threw wine on Brother Mingyu and Lele."

"Who is this person?"

Among the adults, a tall and thin man with nostalgia spoke coldly: "Who invited him?"

"Yes...me."
To be continued...