Male supporting role is not a stepping stone

"What personal grudge do I have against you?" It would have been fine if he didn't say it, but once he did, Yang Wendong exploded.

"You wanted to come up and beat me up without knowing the truth. I won't bother with you because you're a girlfriend and you're anxious because she fainted. You said some harsh words, and you even hired someone to tie me up!"

"Yang Wendong, you still dare to quibble?" He Zimo's face was gloomy, "I saw you do that to my fiancée with my own eyes. Teaching you a lesson is the least of your worries!"

"He Zimo, are you mentally ill?" Yang Wendong looked at him speechlessly, "How hungry must I be to perform in the corridor for everyone to see?"

"I told you that the woman rushed over and fell down. I was dragged so hard that I almost fell down, but I didn't bother with her. You, on the other hand, have to blame me."

"Who doesn't know that you, Young Master Yang, have a bad reputation? It's not surprising that some people do dirty things!" He Zimo smiled contemptuously, "How could you fall down like that? Do you think I'm stupid?"

"You're just a fool! Idiot!" Yang Wendong was so angry that he wanted to scratch his head.

"Miss Du hasn't woken up yet?" Yang Yan interrupted their meaningless conversation.

"She's awake," He Zimo said with a better attitude, but his handsome face was still tense, "She said she didn't remember what happened."

"Puff~~" Yang Wendong snorted impatiently.

"Actually, this matter is very simple," Yang Yan shook his phone and said, "There is surveillance in the club. I have asked someone to send it over. It will be received in five minutes at most."

"Holy Mother Mary!" Yang Wendong raised his hands and bowed to the sky, "Finally I can be cleared of all charges, Sanhuo, good brother!"

He Zimo was really filled with anger before, and only remembered this method after he said it. He immediately felt that he had lost a game. Although he would soon know the truth, his mood did not improve. On the contrary, his face became more gloomy.

"Now let's talk about it. How should He Shao apologize to Wen Dong after finding out the truth?" Yang Yan looked at him indifferently, "You can't let him be wronged in vain, right?"

A dandy boy who was abandoned by his family, is he worthy of his condescending apology?

He Zimo looked at Yang Wendong with contempt and said coldly: "Let's watch the surveillance first, the truth has not been figured out yet!"

Yang Yan looked at him deeply and said nothing.

The three of them fell into an awkward silence. The club sent a video soon, and Yang Yan opened it and handed it to He Zimo.

The top club for rich children is naturally well equipped. There are cameras installed every few sections in the corridor, so their every move is clearly captured.

In the video, it can be seen that Du Dongxin was drunk. After coming out to take a breath, she planned to go back to her room, but she mistook the door in a daze and ran straight into Yang Yan's room, and the two of them happened to come out at this time.

There is no need to talk about what happened afterwards. This was actually just a small mistake. Yang Wendong was the victim from beginning to end. On the contrary, it was He Zimo who was too unreasonable that caused so many troubles.

After watching the video, his face was a little embarrassed, but he quickly covered it up: "I was impulsive today. I will send a good wine to Yang Shao to calm him down another day."

"Good wine?" Yang Wendong sneered, "Would I need a bottle of wine from you?"

"What else do you want?" He Zimo said with an unhappy face.

"Apologize!" Yang Wendong threw out two words in a cold voice.

"Impossible!" He Zimo refused coldly, but he was in the wrong after all, so he thought about it and said, "Recently, I am discussing cooperation with Yang's company. When the time comes, I can..."

"That's your business with the old man and has nothing to do with me," Yang Wendong interrupted him with a sneer, "Mr. He is so shameless. Don't you know how to apologize after wrongly accusing someone?"

"Or we can ask the police to come. I was tied here by your people for no reason. I can't suffer in vain, right?"

"Heh!" How could He Zimo be threatened by him? "Mr. Yang, please do as you please, but I just sent someone to "invite" you to come for a gathering. My subordinates were ignorant and frightened the guests. Even if they go to the police station, they won't punish me for a misunderstanding."

"You!" Yang Wendong was furious, "Despicable villain!"

But he knew in his heart that with the power of the He family, even if there were surveillance cameras where he parked, he could be wiped out in a minute, and he had no injuries on his body, so there was really no way to convict him.

Even if he could be cruel enough to injure himself, He Zimo could always ask his men to take the blame, and he would still be fine.

Is that the end of it? Damn it!

"Mr. He is right, he just invited you to come as a guest," Yang Yan suddenly said, "How can we go to the police station because of a misunderstanding?"

Yang Wendong said angrily: "Sanhuo, do you know what you are talking about?"

It is one thing for him to admit his defeat, but it makes him feel very uncomfortable when his brother admits his defeat for him.

"But since Mr. He kindly invited us to be his guests," Yang Yan ignored him and continued, "then we should also invite him back, right?"

He Zimo, who had originally looked a little relieved after hearing the first half of his words, looked extremely ugly after hearing the rest of his words: "Are you threatening me?"

"How can you say it's a threat?" Yang Yan chuckled and stood up, walked up to him and pulled his arm, saying, "I am sincerely inviting you, please give me some face, Mr. He."

What sincere invitation? He just wants to help his brother get back his face! He is not stupid, would he attend such a Hongmen Banquet?

He Zimo sneered and wanted to take his hand out and ask someone to see the guests off, but he didn't pull it out!

There was anger on his face, and he smacked again hard, but his arm was still firmly grasped in the man's hand.

He Zimo refused to give up and increased his strength, but still couldn't break free. He said angrily: "Mu Yangyan, let me go, or don't blame me for being rude!"

"Why is Mr. He so angry?" Yang Yan said casually, "I just want to invite you to be a guest."

"I'm going to be your guest!" He Zimo cursed angrily, raised his fist and swung it at his face.

"Three fires!" Seeing that his brother was about to suffer a loss, Yang Wendong suddenly screamed.

But He Zimo's fist automatically stopped when it was still one centimeter away from his handsome face, and then he fell limply. If Yang Yan hadn't grabbed his arm to support him, he might have He collapsed on the ground like a puddle of mud.

"What did you do to me?" He Zimo asked slurring his tongue.

Yang Yan ignored him at all and said to the dumbfounded Yang Wendong: "Why don't you come and help our distinguished guest?"

"Huh? Oh." Yang Wendong then lifted up his frightened chin and hurriedly went over to hold his other arm.

The two of them dragged He Zimo out of the villa like a dead dog. When they were walking towards the off-road vehicle, there were still people who wanted to stop him, but Yang Yan stopped him with a cold look.

"You go and drive." He carried a man weighing more than a hundred pounds with one hand, as if he was carrying a plastic box, and easily sat in the back seat.

Yang Wendong could only sit in the driver's seat obediently. After turning on the ignition, he remembered and asked, "Where are we going now?"

"Well -" Yang Yan thought deeply for a moment, "I heard that Mr. He likes to watch the stars on the mountain. As the saying goes, it's up to the guest to do whatever he wants, so let's go with him!"

"Hehe! You can have this!" Yang Wendong laughed happily and drove up the mountain.

The two didn't do anything too great. They drove the car to a location in the middle of the mountain, only about five kilometers away from the villa area, and stopped.

Yang Yan used his frightening strength to lift the person out of the car with one hand, and said very politely: "I hope this visit as a guest will make you happy, Mr. He."

Freed from the restraints of his five fingers, the numb feeling in He Zimo gradually disappeared. He looked at the two of them with a sinister expression and said coldly: "You guys remember this."

"Don't worry, Mr. He!" Yang Wendong laughed, "I will remember it firmly and clearly for the rest of my life. If you are worried that I will forget it, how about we take a photo to commemorate it?"

After he finished speaking, as if he wasn't stimulated enough, he shook his phone seriously.

He Zimo's eyes suddenly seemed to burst into flames.

This man was really capable of attracting hatred. Yang Yan shook his head helplessly, patted the seat and said, "Let's go back. I'm so sleepy."

"Okay, let's go back to sleep. Mr. He, take your time and look at the stars!" Yang Wendong waved vigorously to the people outside the car, stepped on the accelerator, and the car's exhaust and raised dust sprayed in his face. .

He Zimo choked and coughed, covering his mouth and nose and looking at the car silhouette that was speeding away, his face so gloomy that he almost dripped water.

If I don’t avenge this revenge, I swear I won’t be a human being!

He slowly clenched his fingers.

Yang Wendong, who was driving, suddenly shuddered: "I'm going to die. Why do I suddenly feel a cold in my vest?"

"Hurry up and find two bodyguards when you get back," Yang Yan raised his eyebrows and said, "We have offended He Zimo to death today. With his character, he will definitely try every means to get revenge."

"Tell him to just let the horse come over. Whoever you are afraid of will be your grandson!" Yang Wendong punched the steering wheel. "M's He Zimo is too bullying. He thinks that the labor and management are not favored by the old man, so he treats the labor and management as a soft persimmon. !”

Yang Yan looked him up and down and said with some surprise: "So you know the reason?"

"Labour and management are not fools!" Yang Wendong glared at him angrily, "He Zimo has been polite to you from the beginning to the end. Isn't it because you are the president of Mu's? If you hadn't stood up for me today, this would have been a loss. I’m convinced! People in this world are all snobs, blah—"

"That's why you have to work harder to climb up," Yang Yan secretly stepped on his painful foot, "You don't want to be looked down upon by people like Yang Wencai and He Zimo for the rest of your life, do you?"

"Okay, labor and management have promised you to come here tomorrow, please stop talking about it!" Yang Wendong saw through his motives at a glance.