Best Son-in-Law

"Kill?" Zheng Eryang frowned, "Young Master He, it's just to vent your anger. It's not good to kill people."

He Jinsong took a puff of cigarette, said with a sinister smile, "What are you afraid of? The sky is falling and I will bear it. Song Dao, do you dare to accept this business?"

"500 million." Song Dao said lightly.

"Oh, I'm stupid." He Jinsong was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed even louder: "I'll give you 1000 million, remember not to bargain with me in the future, this little money is not enough for my saliva."

"Song Dao hastened to thank Young Master He." Zheng Eryang quickly brought a glass of wine and flattered him.

Song Dao over there remained silent, just looking at the flowery girl beside He Jinsong.

Seeing this, a playful smile appeared on He Jinsong's face, and he said with a half-smile: "To me, He Jinsong, money is nothing more than a number, but if you want to take 1000 million from me, Song Dao, you have to pay for it." Let me see your true abilities."

After finishing the words, he suddenly laughed strangely again, the cold and strange laughter made people feel chills in the back.

Zheng Eryang, who is familiar with him, knew that He Jinsong had the idea of ​​playing with Song Dao. He sighed softly, and cast complicated eyes on Song Dao. Blame him for his bad luck. You think you are pretending to be cold, these young masters Is it the owner who is short of money? It’s fine if you don’t flatter, you’re still pretending to be aggressive!
While smiling, He Jinsong raised his hand lightly to his subordinates behind him: "Let Zhao Long come out!"

"Zhao Long!" Hearing this name, Zheng Eryang on the side immediately had a bad feeling in his heart, and he was about to die!
For a person like He Jinsong, a human life is as simple as taking a breath, so don't look at him playing games with you on the surface, he is actually killing you!

Therefore, Zheng Eryang walked up to He Jinsong respectfully, and said, "Young Master He, you have a noble status. Why do you need to be as knowledgeable as a bumpkin like Song Dao? Let me teach him the rules of being a dog."

These words fell into He Jinsong's ears, as if he had heard a big joke, he patted Zheng Eryang's face with a smile and said: "Zheng Eryang, what the hell are you, and you are also worthy to teach others for my young master ?”

Zheng Eryang was so humiliated, not only was he not angry, but he also laughed along with him. While slapping himself hard, he said flatteringly: "The small one is really not a thing, but your old lady Wei told me to take a good look at it." I'm watching you, don't make a fuss!"

He Jinsong understood, he was using Wei Xiaoxue's signboard to suppress himself, the smile on his face was frozen, and he said in a cold voice: "My grandma, I will naturally explain to her, you don't need to play tricks here."

"Yes yes yes." Zheng Eryang didn't dare to talk anymore, he didn't want to anger He Jinsong so that he would become his subordinate's dead ghost.

Song Dao pointed to the young man opposite He Jinsong, and said, "We won, give her to me."

In Song Dao's eyes, the people around He Jinsong were nothing more than wine bags and rice bags, not worth mentioning at all.

"You win the fight, all the girls here belong to you, I'll say it again, don't bargain with me, a few women, you still have to pay for my fucking saliva!"

"Young Master He." After saying this, two bodyguards of He Jinsong walked in.

Zhao Long looked at Song Dao arrogantly, and said, "Young Master He, did you let the little one teach him a lesson?"

Song Dao sneered and said: "Boy, I advise you to get out of the way, I, Song Dao, only kill people in fights!"

"Murder? Do you know who I messed with?" Zhao Long also looked unhappy.

Zhao Long is also known for his black hands in Taoism, but he has followed He Jinsong in recent years. In order not to affect the reputation of the He family, He Jinsong rarely let him get killed.

However, this does not mean that Zhao Long dare not kill people.

On the other side, He Jinsong was playful: "Zhao Long, beat him to the ground, the money I promised him will be yours, if you can't do it, you can get out and kneel on the dance floor, and apologize to me."

The next moment, the two started directly.

He Jinsong didn't even see clearly, Song Dao's big hand clasped Zhao Long's neck like an iron hook, making him unable to move.

He Jinsong gave a low 'huh', and looked at Zhao Long with puzzled eyes, this kid is so fast!
One must know that Zhao Long is not weak to be able to follow him, but in front of this Song Dao, he is as weak as a little chicken, good guy, things are getting more and more interesting!
Zheng Eryang flirted with the security outside the door, and a group of bodyguards rushed over immediately. They were divided into two groups, one group stood behind He Jinsong, and the other group stepped forward to help Zhao Long.

Song Dao over there sneered, and looked up and down at the bodyguards rushing towards him. Suddenly, his body shook, and a burst of bull-like strength threw Zhao Long out.

"Master He, you have already seen my skills, and none of your subordinates will survive if you continue to fight." Song Dao's face was gloomy, as if he was warning He Jinsong.

"Okay, okay!" He Jinsong said three good words in succession.

He looked at Song Dao who was like a demon god descending from the earth, and the viciousness in his eyes was extremely intense.

He Zhongling, Hao Yun, you two wait for me!

The night is as dark as ink, but the stars in the sky are exceptionally bright, echoing with the neon city in the north, every night is always too beautiful to be real.

In contrast, the light on the roof was very weak, so weak that Hao Yun couldn't see He Zhongling's beautiful face clearly even if they were face to face.

But she is still very beautiful, the light blue skirt is fluttering in the wind, and the pleasant fragrance silently adorns the small roof, while warming Hao Yun's heart.

In the dark night, a clean and warm melody sounded.

He Zhongling took off his shoes and sat on the edge of the roof, a pair of slender and crystal-clear jade feet swaying gently with the wind infinitely freehand.

"Hao Yun, I used to feel that you were useless and always used you as my shield, but after these days, I suddenly found that I couldn't see through you more and more..."

Hearing He Zhongling's words, Hao Yun was stunned for a while, before saying: "Lingling, do you believe me?"

believe?Thinking about this question, He Zhongling fell into a daze.

After hesitating for a moment, He Zhongling shook his head first, then nodded and said: "I don't know, I just know that no matter how bad my mother and I treat you, no matter whether it was before or now, you have never been like that. The He family is also throwing stones at me, so I should believe you."

Hao Yun smiled knowingly, and said, "In that case, let's go back to sleep. Speaking of which, I'm really sleepy after a day of exhaustion!"

"..." Immediately, the goodwill that He Zhongling had just felt dissipated, and he said angrily: "Hao Yun, you trash, it's too much for you to talk with me, kneel down and apologize!"