() At this time, Wu Zhenghong had reached the verge of an explosion. The veins on his forehead were erect at this moment. His handsome and masculine face was distorted like a twisted flower caught in a pan. The previous "gentleman's posture" and "elegant style" had long disappeared. Instead, there was a crazy beast sitting by the dining table.

This blind date was so cowardly.

When did the youngest department-level leader in the province run a run against a small commoner?

Wu Zhenghong's eyes were wrapped around Fang Feiyang like a venomous snake, and his hard answer was: "Threat and intimidation are illegal, but people will always encounter natural disasters, such as being hit by a car on the street, walking, etc.

Fang Feiyang rushed over this time, with the purpose of breaking the situation. No matter what kind of cadre the other party was, he was worried that he would not have the chance to find fault and get angry. Now that he heard the other party yin's words "sad feelings", Boss Fang didn't need to pretend to be polite to you, Mr. Wu.

Fang Feiyang raised his sword eyebrows and his eyes suddenly raised. Two lights of light flashed out of the originally dim and romantic Western restaurant. These two lights were firmly locked on Wu Zhenghong opposite. At this moment, Wu Zhenghong suddenly felt like he was in a deep cold ice cellar. There seemed to be a set of life-seeking shackles all over his body, and the coldness was revealed in his bones. Because the cold blood in his body was about to solidify, he couldn't breathe at this moment.

"What a terrible look."

Wu Zhenghong's face was ashamed and frightened, but his body could not control himself, so he was straight and stiff next to him.

Fang Feiyang turned the knife and fork in his hand, then luckily entered his palm, and decided to give this arrogant and arrogant bird cadre a warning.

"Mr. Wu, what I said is that human life is always so fragile. If you encounter this natural disaster, you really can't let people decide on it. To put it bluntly, it's just that your luck is too bad. Just like I eat Western food here, the quality of this knife and fork is not up to standard, and even the mood and food of eating are destroyed. Look."

As he said that, Fang Feiyang sneered, folded a pair of shiny, thick and sharp knife and fork into ninety degrees and threw it on the table.

"Bang"

Originally high-end and beautiful, the stainless steel props on the instrument were now turned into two lobsters bent over and looked at each other.

"Look, this restaurant actually uses such a low-quality knife and fork for guests. After cutting the steak a few times, it will be deformed. Is the steak hard? Or is the knife and fork made of rubber? Mr. Wu, let me try the set of knives in front of you. If it is the same, I will complain to them."

Wu Zhenghong's teeth were trembling, and his eyes were filled with fear.

He doesn't think the tableware in this Italian restaurant is made of rubber. On the contrary, he has used it here many times before. The cutters, steel forks and long spoons are imported from Italy. They are high-end customized thickened tableware, and the weight they buy is twice as heavy as other restaurants.

Who is this "self-employed person" in front of him? He actually broke such a strong knife and fork into ninety degrees with his bare hands. Is this still the power of a normal person? What kind of destructive power would this power be imposed on the human body?

Fang Feiyang ignored Wu Zhenghong's "ghostly" look, continued to reach out to him, picked up a long spoon from his dining plate, and deliberately knocked it at the mouth of his coffee cup, making a crisp sound. In the blink of an eye, the smooth and shiny long-handled spoon also turned into a "boomerang".

"Haha, Mr. Wu, it turns out that the quality of the tableware in front of you is not good, you will bend it as soon as you touch it."

While using his superior martial arts to change a "trick" in front of Wu Zhenghong, Fang Feiyang quietly restrained his popularity and exuded his popularity, and said to Wu Zhenghong jokingly.

Wu Zhenghong felt his scalp numb and he was going crazy. He wanted to scream a few times, but his throat seemed to be stuck in fish bones, and he could not make any noise.

"Uh, that's me, you"

"Hey, Mr. Wu, you're fine." Fang Feiyang stood up as if he was "concerned" with his friend, and gently patted Wu Zhenghong's shoulder with his right hand, "Does he feel uncomfortable in his throat? Do you want to see a doctor?"

After slapping twice, Wu Zhenghong realized that Fang Feiyang's big hand that bent the steel knife fell strongly on his shoulders, and suddenly jumped up like an electric shock, "Oh, my shoulders, my bones are broken."

The originally warm, romantic and quiet casual restaurant suddenly rang out like a pig-killing wail. A man in a suit and ties looked quite qualified and held his shoulders with one hand, circling in the room, jumping and jumping.

Fang Feiyang asked in confusion: "Oh, Mr. Wu, what's wrong with you? Why did you say that your bones were broken again?"

Boss Fang asked deliberately while holding back his smile.

This leading cadre seemed to be frightened by Fang Feiyang's previous moves of fierce "Vajra Hand", and his heart was covered with fear. Fang Feiyang just took a few strokes and used a lot of force, and did not call on the true energy and internal energy in his body. This guy was just psychologically responsible and conditioned against the condition.

Wu Zhenghong jumped far away to the other side of the dining table, escaping the plague and leaving Fang Feiyang eight feet away, carefully moving his shoulders, thus confirming that the parts of his body are intact and can work normally.

Wu Zhenghong's fuss made all the eyes in the restaurant focus on him, and everyone was pointing fingers and talking about this person with a bad brain nerve.

Wu Zhenghong grew up so old, when did he make such a big fool?

There are many ugly appearances, loss of face, and self-satisfaction.

He knew that Fang Feiyang from the opposite side did it on purpose, but he really didn't have the courage to challenge the "self-employed" boy. If this kid really did this on a certain part of his body, he would be crying without tears. Wu Zhenghong didn't think his flesh and blood could be harder than jing steel.

With deep fear and panic, Wu Zhenghong grabbed the cell phone and keys on the table, and walked towards the exit of the restaurant without looking back.

Boss Fang shouted behind him: "Hi, Mr. Wu, this is your treat. Remember to pay the bill before leaving. I'm in a hurry today, and I didn't bring any money with me."

Wu Zhenghong, who had already walked two or three meters away, staggered and almost fell down.

Who is this? He is so embarrassed that he still lets the other party pay the bill.

Not to mention, this cadre leader didn't know that his nerve was not relaxed, and he really obediently paid off the bill for the lunch when he walked past the counter.

This made Boss Fang nod and praised. The quality of current leading cadres is still remarkable.
Chapter completed!