At 9 pm, the Emperor Ting Hotel can accommodate the Ronghua Banquet Hall.
The lights are bright, and the atmosphere is very warm. The atmosphere is very warm.
Guests gathered in groups of three or five, pointing to rivers and mountains, and talk about it.
Wearing a stylish beautiful woman, like a peacock is showing off the beautiful feathers.
Men who have successful careers or prominent backgrounds have their heads up, and they look polite than one.
In the middle and conspicuous position, Zheng Junqing, who is wearing a suit, Zheng Shengzhuang is tie up with a few middle -aged people, talking and laughing.
Several men talked to Zheng Sheng makeup while holding a guest.
Although Zheng Sheng's makeup was ill and a lot of weight loss, the dress was still full of femininity.
Black high heels are covered with a pair of black stockings, black stockings wrapped in long and white legs, and the curve is attractive to the black skirt.
If you do n’t know that the other party is not able to offend itself, they all want to swallow Zheng Sheng makeup.
"Zheng Department, congratulations on your recovery."
"Yeah, the Zheng Department is okay, it is our honor."
"Zheng Department, I hope you will come back to the overall situation as soon as possible."
"Zheng Shao, I also wish you in advance in the Nanling Grand Exhibition."
At this time, Dean Huang, and several of them leaned over with the spring breeze, and congratulated Zheng Sheng makeup and Zheng Junqing with wine glasses.
"Thank you all, everyone's stay without discarding, I must remember the makeup in my heart."
Zheng Shengzhuang was not as good as before. On the contrary, he was extremely kind and enthusiastic.
After being cleaned by Zhu Changsheng, Zheng Sheng makeup requires the support of these dog legs of Dean Huang, otherwise he does not even have a foothold.
"The politeness of the Zheng Department, serving you, is our honor."
Dean Huang was flattered, and he nodded his waist while facing his loyalty: "No matter what the Zheng Department looks like, we are all your people."
Several companions nodded with their heads: "Yes, yes, no matter how the world changes, we are all people of Zheng Department."
"Yes, old yellow, high consciousness."
Zheng Shengnan nodded with satisfaction, and then patted Dean Huang's shoulders: "Rest assured, what you lose, I will ask you back."
"This time, Zhu Changsheng entered the knife while taking advantage of his deficiency, let us lose a lot of interests and hands, but it does not mean that we lose."
Zheng Junqing said faintly: "Our four uncle will come to Nanling tonight. He will summon old colleagues and friends to help us completely open up the connections of all parties in Nanling."
"With the asylum of these Nanling veterans, even if we can't overthrow Zhu Changsheng, we can regain the lost things again."
There was a touch of confidence on his face.
"Great, great!"
Dean Huang and they were ecstatic as soon as they heard it: "Thank you Zheng Department, thank you Zheng Shao."
They obviously know who Zheng Qiankun is. This is a person who has achieved his achievements in Nanling.
With his old face operation, Zhu Changsheng couldn't suppress them. The loss of the lost position and power plenary session returned.
Zheng Junqing smiled and said nothing, and then took out the shocking mobile phone to the corner.
After answering for a moment, his face was gloomy.
"What's wrong?"
Zheng Sheng's makeup took a few companions and twisted his waist and walked over: "Is the accident?"
"Little things."
Zheng Junqing put away his mobile phone and squeezed the wine glass with a sneer: "Ye Fan's bastard is really big, and the serial kills are one after another.
"Ye Fan?"
Zheng Shengzhuang laughed with a delicate woman around: "Is the barefoot hospital that does not know that heaven and height is paired with Zheng Shao?"
"Yes, that is the bastard."
Hearing Ye Fan, Zheng Sheng's makeup also shot a touch of resentment:
"This kid is really difficult to deal with, not only cunning, but also Zhu Changsheng supported."
"So we have to deal with him, we must discuss long."
When she was dying, she was afraid of Ye Fan's birth, but after being cured by Miyamoto, she had forgotten the pain again.
Hate re -fills the heart.
"Who do I care about him?"
Zheng Junqing's voice sank:
"Let me 10 billion yuan more, lose the property rights of Genting Mountain, let you poison, and destroy my good things in the Song family. I will never let him go."
"Don't step on him fiercely, how can I have a face back to the dragon capital? Wang Qiaochu and Yuan Tu paint them.