In full view of everyone, Han Yuqing had no choice but to stand up, forced out a smile, and said: "Master Li, don't be so troublesome... I can just sit here!"
boom!
"What?"
"Yuqing, do you know what you are doing?"
"Haha, Mr. Li gives you face, don't you know how to hide it?"
"What are you pretending to be? In front of Mr. Li, what kind of daughter are you pretending to be?"
"Bitch is just hypocritical!"
"..."
Han Yuqing's tactful and flattering words had an explosive effect!
People who knew Han Yuqing at the scene felt sorry for her. But those who didn't know Han Yuqing were sarcastic and sarcastic.
No matter who it is in Licheng City, they should not refuse Mr. Li’s invitation!
Li Qiuhe frowned slightly, and Song Qinghuan, who was standing next to him, chuckled and said: "Master Li, this little bitch doesn't seem to give you face?
I'll go drag him over."
After saying this, Song Qinghuan walked straight towards Han Yuqing with a wicked smile on his face, and everyone moved out of the way.
She was still four or five meters away from Han Yuqing when she heard Song Qinghuan say: "You little bitch, you are just a scion of a second-rate family, how dare you be so arrogant in front of Young Master Li?
Listen to Young Master Li obediently, otherwise neither the Li nor the Song family will let you go, the Han family!"
"Young Master Song, I..."
Han Yuqing frowned. She couldn't afford to offend the Song family, let alone the Li family.
"Song Qinghuan, are you looking for death?"
At this moment, Ren Yun's face was solemn, his eyes were focused together, he stared at Song Qinghuan and said.
Buzz!
In an instant, Song Qinghuan’s head buzzed!
Is it Mr. Ren? It’s Mr. Ren!
Ren Yun and Han Yuqing had been sitting at a table in the corner, but he was sitting firmly on his seat, blocked by everyone, and Song Qinghuan did not see him.
Suddenly I saw Ren Yun and Han Yuqing sitting with him...
Song Qinghuan felt suffocated, as if his head had been moved away from his neck.
But those rich girls, popular celebrities, and peripheral girls who were watching didn't know why, and said, "Who is this guy from? How dare he talk to Young Master Song like this?"
"Young Master Song, if you just say one word, our sisters will tear her mouth apart!"
"This boy has a strange face. He must be a stranger. Otherwise, how could he dare to offend Mr. Song?"
"Everyone...shut the hell up!"
After regaining his composure, Song Qinghuan used all his strength to yell at them.
The next second, Song Qinghuan was trembling all over, walked up to Ren Yun, bent down, and said tremblingly: "Mr. Ren, I... I deserve to die... I deserve to die!"
"Your crime will not lead to death!" Ren Yun's face was still gloomy, and he said in a commanding tone: "Slap your mouth! Until I am satisfied!"
"Thank you... thank you, Mr. Ren, for your life! Thank you, Mr. Ren, for your life!"
At this time, dignity, face, and integrity had long been forgotten by Song Qinghuan.
Licheng City was surrounded by thousands of helicopters. Song Qinghuan will never forget that scene.
Therefore, Ren Yun just let Song Qinghuan slap his face, and he was filled with joy.
"Bah bang bang!"
Immediately afterwards, the venue became extremely quiet, and the only sound left was Song Qingxi slapping her mouth.
"Mr. Ren, right?"
At this time, Li Qiuhe, Han Lin, and Wang Cheqing came over together.
Wang Cheqing is Wang Fugui's eldest son. He has interacted with Ren Yun many times, and Ren Yun has always had a good impression of him.
As for Li Qiuhe and Han Lin, they were not so ignorant. They had heard of Ren Yun's name.
But before this, Li Qiuhe and Han Lin had always heard that Ren Yun had a great time fighting with several second-rate families, but they never thought that he would dare to ride on the heads of the four major families.
Therefore, Li Qiuhe and Han Lin were really shocked when they saw that Ren Yun made Song Qinghuan move his hands and mouth with just one word!
Moreover, Li Qiuhe and Han Lin are not stupid either. Those who can make Song Qinghuan of the Song family so fearful must have a complicated background.
Even if you can't make friends with this kind of person, at least don't mess with him!
So Li Qiuhe came over personally to say hello to Ren Yun.
But Ren Yun ignored him, and Li Qiuhe didn't care either, and said with a smile: "Mr. Ren, for the sake of my humbleness, how about you spare Young Master Song this time?
If Mr. Ren is willing to give me this face, I will definitely remember Mr. Ren’s favor!”
This is the brilliance of Li Qiuhe!
He seemed to be pleading for Song Qinghuan, but in fact he wanted to make friends with Ren Yun.
As long as Ren Yun is willing to give Li Qiuhe face, then he has become a friend!
"Haha, who do you think you are? Are you worthy of me giving you face?"
boom!
"He...who is he?"
"That's so crazy! The Fourth Young Master of Licheng cannot tolerate being humiliated by others! This kid will definitely die today."
"But Mr. Song...his mouth is bleeding!"
"Maybe...maybe, this guy has something to do with Mr. Song! But the four major families in Licheng City are the gods, and no one can guess what the four major families are doing!"
"Yes, what you said makes so much sense! He must have something to do with Master Song, that's all!"
"..."
Ren Yun stepped on Young Master Song first, and then did not give any face to Young Master Li, which shocked everyone present.
They were talking a lot, and Young Master Li clenched his fists with both hands. He was considering whether to attack Ren Yun or not!
Ever since he was young, Mr. Li has been like a proud man of heaven. When has he ever suffered from this kind of birdiness?
"Hello Mr. Ren!"
At this moment, Wang Cheqing had a faint smile on his face and stepped forward and said: "Mr. Ren, this is Young Master Li, Young Master Han... that is Young Master Song!
Mr. Ren, I am just looking for an opportunity to introduce them to you!"
In front of Ren Yun, Wang Cheqing still maintained a low profile.
But Wang Cheqing felt a little complacent in her heart. Among the people present, I'm afraid no one is more familiar with him than Mr. Ren, right?
And after several contacts, Wang Cheqing had already felt that Ren Yun had a good impression of him.
But Ren Yun slowly looked at Wang Cheqing and asked Han Yuqing beside him: "Yuqing, who is this?"
"Ah?" Wang Cheqing was startled, bent down and said quickly: "Mr. Ren, it's me...it's me...I'm Cheqing!"
"Oh?" Ren Yun raised his eyebrows and asked, "Wang Cheqing? Mr. Wang, my memory is not very good! Where have we met? Which family do you belong to? Please tell me clearly."
"Yes, yes..." Wang Che's waist bent lower and lower, and he knew even more that Mr. Ren was playing a trick on him.
Wang Cheqing didn't know where he offended Ren Yun. He wiped the sweat on his forehead and said cautiously: "Mr. Ren, the first time I met you was at Li Jianpeng's villa!
The second time was in my hotel... together with this time, I have the honor to meet you nine times!
My father is Wang Fugui, and my little son Wang Ruilin is a great blessing. You will give him a name."
"So you are Wang Cheqing!"
After hearing Wang Cheqing's self-introduction, Ren Yun seemed to have a sudden realization.
"Yes, yes, Mr. Ren, it's me..."
"Is it really you? I thought I was blinded and recognized the wrong person!" Ren Yun's face sank, he kicked Wang Cheqing in the stomach, and coldly snorted: "Wang Cheqing, Wang Cheqing! I think I have always been optimistic about you, but