Sensing something was wrong, Wen Xiaorou immediately raised the corner of her mouth and smiled: "Forget it, you have to do some work beforehand. Shengsheng and I will accompany him. Anyway, he will be discharged from the hospital in a few days."
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A nightclub owned by Nanjue Group.
VVIP billiards court on the top floor.
Nan Juefeng crossed his straight and slender legs and sat on the expensive sofa imported from Italy. When he heard the beeping sound from the other end of the phone, his handsome eyebrows immediately furrowed deeply and tightly.
Wei Yutian, who was holding a club to compete with Zhuo Qingcheng and the three brothers from the Tian family, saw Nan Juefeng showing an expression of astonishment that could only be described as terrifying. He walked over curiously and asked in a low voice: "Brother, what are you doing?
Already?! Did you call second brother?! What did second brother say? Is he coming?!"
Nan Juefeng kept putting the phone against his ear for a long time, then put away the phone and replied with a warm voice: "Maybe he will come over."
Upon hearing this, Wei Yutian was a little confused.
What does "maybe" mean it will come?!
Yang Mufan's character has always been straightforward and straightforward. What he wants, what he doesn't want, what he wants to do, and what he doesn't want to do are extremely clear and clear.
He would only give a clear reply to the party, whether he would come or not.
When have you ever used an ambiguous answer like "maybe"?!
As for Nan Juefeng, the reason why he said this was entirely because: he called Yang Mufan, and as soon as the phone was connected, he didn't even have time to say a word. Yang Mufan sputtered a series of words, and then emphasized "Half
After hours, I will go find you...".
Come to him?!
Tonight's nightclub dinner was an impromptu appointment. Before he even had time to notify Yang Mufan, he already knew where they were?!
Nan Juefeng had to admit that Ya's admiration for Fan was becoming more and more capable of predicting the future.
Yang Mufan received a call from Wei Yutian and when he arrived at the nightclub, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening.
He had just followed the general manager of the nightclub, took the VIP elevator, and arrived at the billiards court on the top floor. As soon as the thick wooden door was opened, he was so powerful that he didn't even take two steps inside when he heard Tianbao's angry and helpless wails.
came: "Second brother, you are finally here, come and help me avenge you. If you are not here, eldest brother and the others are really too arrogant and rampant tonight. They formed a group to bully me. Not only did they win all my money, but they also gave you away to me."
I also won all the sports cars, wuwu~, second brother, look at them dragging them like 25,800,000 to 80,000 yuan. They are completely stealing your limelight. It’s too abominable. You should cut them into pieces one by one.”
Seeing Tianbao's complaint, Wei Yutian was unconvinced, chopped the club hard, and then said through gritted teeth: "Tianbao, you'd better be careful when you speak, why should we steal the limelight from the second brother?! It's obviously you
You are not as skilled as others, but you still like to gamble. Now that you are causing dissension here, you want to be beaten by a group, don’t you?!"
When Tianbao heard this, he immediately became angry. He glared at Nan Juefeng's group with bared teeth, and then unceremoniously exposed their shortcomings: "Why should I pay attention to my words when I speak?! I'm just telling the truth. Who just said it?"
You are clamoring that you are waiting for the second brother to come, so that you can look good to the second brother. Not only will you use your football skills to brutally humiliate him and humiliate him to death, but you will also win all his property and even his son away?!"
Hearing this, Nan Juefeng and the others stared at Tianbao with shocked eyes. This idiot actually dared to tell such a joke?! He wanted to kill a group of them, right?!
Sure enough, as soon as Tian Bao finished speaking, Yang Mufan slightly raised his sinister sword eyebrows and snorted coldly: "Who wants to win my son away?!"
