Cosmic bosses start from collecting trash

Chapter 12 And You're the Second Time
"Okay, stop talking, don't cry, your face is stained, hug me." Yi Beichuan gently rubbed Chen Yunting's little head, and said with open arms.

"Wuuuu, scoundrel, I've been waiting for you for a long time." Chen Yunting threw herself into Yi Beichuan's arms without hesitation, and cried even louder.

How can Yi Beichuan not know at this time, Chen Yunting's vulnerable side is only given to herself.

Just as the two of them were about to get things done, there was a sudden loud noise from outside the door.

"Young Master Han, you went wrong, here."

When the manager's voice came from just now, the door was knocked open, and a young man with a ruddy complexion and a staggering walk who was obviously drunk broke in.

"Get out." Yi Beichuan stood up directly, and said with a gloomy face.

The young man narrowed his eyes, pointed at Yi Beichuan unsteadily and said, "Do you know who I am? How dare you, a little brat, tell me to get out?"

"I'll only give you three seconds, if you don't leave, you will be at your own risk." Yi Beichuan took a deep breath and said in a cold tone.

He still wanted to have a good meal and talk about his life ideals with Chen Yunting, but he really didn't want to do anything anymore.

"Yo, you're pretty awesome? Come, come, let me see what the consequences are?" The young man looked at Yi Beichuan provocatively and tickled his fingers. Alcohol made him lose his mind.

"Trigger a random task: teach the youth in front of you."

"Reward: 43% stake in Crown Hotels."

Yi Beichuan smiled slightly. It seemed that he couldn't stand the system anymore, so he was puzzled. He was eating in the most expensive box anyway. Although this person entered by mistake, he should know that he is not an ordinary person, right?
He dared to be so arrogant. He guessed it was because of his status and background that he felt that he was so powerful that he could be unscrupulous. He couldn't understand why this kind of person didn't maintain a little respect for strangers?

Oh, I see.

Seeing the young man's famous brand and his disdainful look at himself, Yi Beichuan suddenly realized.

It turned out that it was because of the 99 yuan purse mail clothes on my shopping platform.

At this time, the manager also followed in with an ugly expression, as if he wanted to explain something but didn't know how to say it.

"Drunk, right? Then I'll help you sober up."

Yi Beichuan counted to three, and seeing that Young Master Han in front of him had no intention of leaving at all, and turned his gaze to Chen Yunting nonchalantly, he sighed and said.

"Snapped!"

Clear slaps sounded in the plum-shaped box.

Young Master Han's left cheek was immediately swollen with a slap mark. Since Yi Beichuan never spared any slack in his strikes, his eyes stared at gold stars, and he couldn't even say the villain's pretentious words or self-introduction.

"Snapped!"

Yi Beichuan slapped Young Master Han's right cheek again, a few bloody teeth flew out of the guy who slapped him, rolling on the floor.

The manager beside him shivered with fright from the chill in Yi Beichuan's eyes, and didn't dare to stop him. He watched Yi Beichuan's slaps make Han Shao dizzy, and his legs were so frightened that his legs were going weak.

"Chuan, stop hitting"

In the end, it was Chen Yunting who quickly stopped Yi Beichuan when she saw Han Shao's face covered in blood.

Yi Beichuan looked at Han Shao's pig's head with a bruised nose and swollen face, and spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm, which is really fucking unlucky.

"Brother, he is the son of a shareholder of our Crown Hotel," the manager said tremblingly.

"Oh, and then." Yi Beichuan calmly looked at the terrified manager.

"It is said that his father Han Wenyue has a Taoist background, and he is eating at the hotel now." Seeing Yi Beichuan's calm expression, the manager felt a little relieved.

"Han Wenyue?" Yi Beichuan read the name once, and suddenly remembered a bald boy who was being called around by Sister Na, who was full of fawning and humble faces.

It seems that it was a rotten fish and rotten shrimp that was missed in the past, but now it is mixed up.
"Hehe, then you can call him here." Yi Beichuan said with a snort and a smile.

If the manager received an amnesty, Han Shao, who was dragging the lying corpse, came out of the Meizi box. At this time, the waiter who came to serve the food in the Meizi box saw Han Shao whose face was covered with blood, and almost deducted the food. Yi Beichuan quickly took it with his sharp eyes and hands.

"Be careful, serve the food quickly." Yi Beichuan said.

"Brother, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The waiter hurriedly bent over to apologize, and while apologizing, he backed out of the door, for fear that Yi Beichuan would eat him.

At this time, the blood on Yi Beichuan's hands hadn't been wiped off yet.

"Chuan, are you okay?" Chen Yunting looked at Yi Beichuan worriedly and asked.

"It's okay, I just wanted to kick it out, but he couldn't control his eyes." In Yi Beichuan's eyes, this was just an insignificant episode, he washed his hands as if nothing had happened and sat beside Chen Yunting.

It seems that the male god has recognized me
Hee hee, so happy
Chen Yunting hugged Yi Beichuan's left arm and leaned on his shoulder with a smirk, which made Yi Beichuan laugh.

Like nothing happened, Yi Beichuan picked up a piece of meat as thin as a cicada's wing and fed it into Chen Yunting's mouth.

"Well, it's delicious." Chen Yunting chewed the meat that Yi Beichuan fed her, feeling that even the taste had been sublimated.

"boom!"

The door of the plum box was kicked open.

A bald middle-aged man with a string of King Kong walked in at the front, and behind him were two short-cut boys with tattoos on their arms holding Young Master Han up.

"It's you who beat my son into this virtue?" Han Wenyue asked arrogantly.

Yi Beichuan ignored it, put down the chopsticks in his hand, and looked at Han Wenyue expressionlessly.

"Gollum."

Han Wenyue's Adam's apple rolled, his legs softened and he almost knelt on the ground, his eyes widened in disbelief, looking at Yi Beichuan's familiar face, he recalled an extremely cruel scene in his mind
That was four years ago.

"Squeak."

Rats scurry about in the dark and damp factory building.

The indifferent eyes of the young man in the picture did not contain any emotional fluctuations. With a knife, he cut a horse boy who violated Sister Na's rules and secretly sold fans into 28 pieces, threw them into a boiling hot pot, boiled them into rotten meat, and forced them into that From the esophagus of the horse boy who committed crimes, and finally pressed the wound on the horse boy's hand against the wall of the hot pot until he completely lost consciousness.

However, the pony boy's screams and wailing did not cause even the slightest change on the boy's face, and he remained indifferent throughout the whole process.

"Master Little Chuan." Han Wenyue said stutteringly, his forehead covered with dense beads of sweat.

"You are so arrogant now." Yi Beichuan said calmly after taking a sip of tea.

In order to give Chen Yunting a sense of security, he put his arms around her slender waist and let her lie in his arms.

"Don't dare... dare not" Han Wenyue's sweat rolled down his cheeks and fell to the ground, his voice dropped an octave.

"Your son has disturbed my girlfriend and I's mood to eat, but you are the second time." Yi Beichuan put the food in his mouth, and said while chewing.

(End of this chapter)