I created the Longevity Club

The magic capital exhibition center, built in 1955, was originally known as the ‘Sino-Soviet Friendship Building’, which is the representative building of the magic capital.

This time, the main hall used by the Song family and grandson to get married is very large, with thousands of square meters, which can accommodate thousands of people to dine and gather at the same time.

The position where Yang Zhen’er and Zhao Manzhi were standing was relatively far back and closer to the gate as far as the entire venue was concerned.

Such a movement does not attract much attention, nor too little….

With Yang Zhen’er and Zhao Manzhi as the origin, a pair of slightly smiling eyes came around, as long as it had nothing to do with themselves, then, they liked to watch this kind of liveliness.

Although they are in high society, the tendencies hidden under that skin are not very good.

They also recognized Zhao Manzhi’s identity, so their smiles became stronger.

Zhao Manzhi on this occasion today, in terms of status, is not in the forefront, and he is barely among the middle level.

Thinking of this, the eyes of the people watching the excitement all over them moved away from Zhao Manzhi’s body and looked at the poor young girl on the other side, and a moment later, they also made the same judgment as Zhao Manzhi.

That is, although I don’t know how this girl came in, she is by no means a celebrity lady of a celebrity family.

For these people, a pair of eyes is very important, who they look at, a few seconds of effort, can judge from that person’s clothing, speech, and temperament, so as to determine their next attitude.

One spectator after another, with a cold and bright smile…

Without identity, that’s even more fun!

Where everyone’s eyes gathered, Yang Zhen’er’s hair was scattered, drops of crimson liquid rolled down the ends of her hair, and on her fair skin, traces of water flowed…

Yang Zhen’er’s body was cold and overwhelmed.

She felt the gazes around her, and that gaze made Yang Zhen’er fearful!

It’s like, the beautiful dream has been punctured, and behind the original glamorous scene, there is blood!

This is high society….

The class division is strict, and everyone is high, but they are extremely indifferent!

“Do you feel it?”

“So, don’t blame me either…”

“This society, that’s it…”

Zhao Manzhi stood in front of Yang Zhen’er, she stretched out her hand and gently stroked Yang Zhener’s jade-like skin, the expression on her face showed some pride, and she whispered:

“Do you see it, if I don’t hit you today, tomorrow, the news will spread, saying that I Zhao Manzhi is a person who is easy to be bullied.”

After saying that, Zhao Manzhi’s face turned cold, raised his palm, and was ready to slap it down fiercely.

All around, many spectators smiled brighter, as if everyone was waiting for that crisp sound!

……

The palm has not yet fallen.

There was another burst of footsteps in my ears….

Look for footsteps.

A young man with his hands in his pockets, with an indifferent expression, approached step by step.

Yang Zhen’er saw the young man, her face showed joy, she seemed to have enough courage, and when the slap fell, she turned her face sideways.

The young man walked to Yang Zhen’er’s side, his gaze sweeping over the latter’s hair.

He took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to Yang Zhen’er.

The young man raised his head and looked at Zhao Manzhi.

……

“Mr. Lu, you have been wronged.”

“This is my Song family’s dereliction of duty.”

Before the young man could speak, a low, hoarse voice suddenly came from the gate.

Immediately after, I saw that Song Yaoru, the contemporary head of the Song family, appeared by the door with his father, and then slowly walked.

It was the old lady of the Song family, Song Shixiong, who spoke.

When Song Shixiong’s father and son appeared, the entire main hall suddenly became quieter, and around them, several security guards dressed in black surrounded from everywhere.

Song Yaoru pushed his father and walked in front of Lu Li.

After seeing the father and son of the Song family, and hearing the words from the old man’s mouth.

Zhao Manzhi’s face turned pale all of a sudden, his breath was rapid, and his body trembled slightly.

“Palm your mouth, make amends to Mr. Lu.”

Song Shixiong’s cloudy eyes swept at Zhao Manzhi, and then said in a deep voice.

His words fell, and someone walked out of the security….

‘Snap! ’

However, what people didn’t expect was that Zhao Manzhi stretched out her hand directly, only to hear a ‘pop’ sound, and she slapped herself fiercely.

On his cheeks, five bright red finger prints clearly emerged.

“Not enough.”

Song Shixiong raised his hand slightly, let the security of his subordinates stop, he lowered his eyelids, and said.

‘Snap! ’

‘Snap! ’

‘Snap! ’

Zhao Manzhi, this woman, has a fierceness, she raised her hand, and she slapped herself a few times!

Her cheeks instantly became red and swollen!

Has been slapped more than a dozen times, the shawl is scattered, the face is blue, and some blood is flowing from the corners of the mouth, Song Shixiong looked at Lu Li, and after seeing Lu Li nodding slightly, he allowed Zhao Wei to stop.

At this time, Lu Li made some moves.

He looked around, then walked to a location, and saw that he had taken a glass of red wine and walked back….

Lu Li walked in front of Zhao Manzhi and stopped.

Without a trace of fluctuation in his gaze, he followed, stretched out his hand, and splashed red wine on Zhao Manzhi’s face.

“Today is the wedding day of the Song family and grandson, I will give the Song family a face, so that I can spare you…”

Lu Li’s voice was calm and said unhurriedly.

The audience fell into a deathly silence….

“Old man Song, since this is the case, then I will take the first step to leave.”

Lu Li wiped his hands, slowly put down the wine glass in his hand, he looked at Song Shixiong’s father and son, and said indifferently.

After saying that, he took Yang Zhen’er’s hand and paced out of the main hall.

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