Rebirth of the Pampered Wife

Besides, it's all at the entrance of the restaurant, and my colleagues have also seen it. If they know that they have been rejected for this reason, then what face will they have in Zhishang in the future.

Zhang Yang tugged at the crumpled shirt vigorously, covered the sweat with his hands, and dealt with the waiter.

"Look, my colleagues are waiting for me there, I have to go and meet them!"

The waiter didn't change his face, and pointed to the sign, "Sir, our restaurant has always followed this principle, please abide by it."

Zhang Yang was annoyed all of a sudden, he stepped forward and poked the waiter's chest several times, threatening fiercely.

"Boy, I advise you to be sensible, otherwise none of us will have a good time today."

The waiter gently pushed away Zhang Yang's demonstrating fingers, and calmly stroked the clothes that Zhang Yang touched, "Sir, I advise you to either go to the store next door to change, or please leave the store."

Zhang Yang became furious and grabbed the waiter's skirt, "Do you not understand what I'm talking about?"

The waiter was also impatient with Zhang Yang's attitude, so he grabbed Zhang Yang's hand and kicked him.

"Look, Zhang Yang is fighting with the waiter!"

Some employees stood up directly, pointing out the window with a look of panic.

Mu Nansheng didn't think there was anything unexpected, he clinked wine glasses with Lin Yiran, and didn't look there at all.

She didn't expect that Zhang Yang would create such a big surprise for herself. Mu Nansheng felt that it should not be wasted, so she just vented her anger for herself.

After all, Zhang Yang is not a practitioner, he only knows how to do three-legged cat kung fu, and he was beaten to the ground in a short while.

After all, it belonged to a company. On weekdays, everyone didn't like Zhang Yang, but when their company employees were beaten, everyone couldn't sit still, and ran out one after another to see Zhang Yang's injuries.

"Let's go, take a look." Lin still got up and said.

Mu Nansheng put down his wine glass, "Okay, let's see how this guy is hurt.

Walking outside the door, a group of people surrounded Zhang Yang, chattering for some unknown reason, mixed with Zhang Yang's wailing.

The waiter who beat Zhang Yang had blood on his fist, and leaned against the wall with an indifferent expression, as if he wasn't the one who beat Zhang Yang just now.

Mu Nansheng didn't go to see Zhang Yang first, but became interested in this service.

The young man looks pretty good, and his shots are ruthless enough, but he is too thin, his eyes are not as clear as a young man should be, only empty and impatient.

Noticing that Mu Nansheng kept looking at him, the young man didn't react, and looked straight at Mu Nansheng, his eyes were full of fearlessness and openness.

Mu Nansheng didn't feel the embarrassment of being exposed, he simply straightened his body and stared at the boy openly.

The young man was stimulated by Mu Nansheng's actions, and he also stared at Mu Nansheng.

After a while, the boy was finally defeated, and turned his eyes to the side uncomfortably.

"Hey, brat, you're still fighting with me, it's not far behind."

Mu Nansheng thought happily, and smiled brightly at the young man.

The boy touched his nose, and the corners of his mouth twitched. This woman might have some serious illness.

Seeing how naive Mu Nansheng was, Lin Yiran couldn't help twisting Mu Nansheng's arm.

Mu Nansheng was in pain, and looked at Lin Yiran, "Why twist me?"

Lin Yiran pointed to Zhang Yang who was surrounded by everyone, and said in a helpless tone, "Sister, can you deal with this person first?"

"Okay, okay."

Mu Nansheng couldn't stand Lin Yiran's nagging, so he stepped forward.

Seeing Mu Nansheng approaching, several people stepped aside, leaving room for Mu Nansheng.

Zhang Yang didn't know if the pain was real or fake, and he couldn't stop rolling while clutching his stomach.

"Don't worry, I didn't beat him to death."

The boy traced the ground with one foot, and suddenly opened his mouth.

Mu Nansheng strode over and muttered something, which almost made the boy's expression drop.