Rebirth of the Spoiled Wife

Chapter 190 The boy who beats others

Besides, this was already at the door of the restaurant, and all the colleagues saw it. If they knew that they were refused entry for this reason, then they would have no face in Zhishang in the future.

Zhang Yang tugged hard on his wrinkled shirt, blocking the sweat stains with his hands, and struggled with the waiter.

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

The waiter kept his expression straight and pointed to the sign, "Sir, our restaurant has always adhered to this principle. Please abide by it."

Zhang Yang suddenly became angry and stepped forward to poke the waiter on the chest several times, threatening him fiercely.

"Boy, I advise you to be wiser, otherwise none of us will have an easy time today."

The waiter gently pushed away Zhang Yang's protesting fingers and calmly stroked the clothes Zhang Yang had touched, "Sir, I advise you to either go to the next store to change your clothes, or to ask you to leave our store."

Zhang Yang became angry and grabbed the waiter's lapel, "Don't you understand when I talk to you in human language?"

The waiter was also very impatient by 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 and pointed out the window with a look of panic.

Mu Nansheng didn't think there was anything surprising. He clinked the wine glasses with Lin Yiran without looking over there at all.

She never expected that Zhang Yang would create such a big surprise for her. Mu Nansheng felt that it could not be wasted, so it was just a chance to vent her anger.

After all, Zhang Yang was not a martial artist. He only knew how to do the Three-legged Cat Kungfu, and he was beaten to the ground after a while.

After all, we belong to the same company. Normally, no matter how disliked Zhang Yang is, everyone couldn't sit still when an employee of their own company was beaten, and ran out to see Zhang Yang's injuries.

"Let's go and take a look." Lin Yiran stood up and said.

Mu Nansheng put down the wine glass and said, "Okay, let's see how injured this guy is.

Walking outside the door, a group of people surrounded Zhang Yang and chattered without knowing what they were talking about, and there was also Zhang Yang's wailing sound among them.

The waiter who beat Zhang Yang had his fists covered with blood, and he was leaning against the wall with an indifferent expression, as if he was not the one who beat him just now.

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

The young man was pretty good-looking, and his attacks were ruthless enough, but he was too thin, and his eyes were not as clear as a young man should be, leaving only hollowness and impatience.

Noticing that Mu Nansheng was looking at him, the young man didn't react at all. He looked straight at Mu Nansheng, his eyes full of fearlessness and magnanimity.

Mu Nansheng was not embarrassed by being exposed, so he simply straightened up and stared at the young man openly.

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

After a while, the young man finally lost the battle and turned his eyes to the side uncomfortably.

"Hehe, you brat, you're still fighting with me, you're not even close."

Mu Nansheng thought happily and showed a bright smile to the young man.

The young man touched his nose and twitched the corners of his mouth. He was afraid that this woman was not seriously ill.

Lin Yiran saw how childish Mu Nansheng was and couldn't help but twist Mu Nansheng's arm.

Mu Nansheng was in pain and looked at Lin Yiran, "Why are you twisting me?"

Lin Yiran pointed at Zhang Yang who was surrounded by everyone, and said helplessly, "Sister, can you deal with this person first?"

"Okay, okay."

Mu Nansheng couldn't stand Lin Yiran's nagging and walked forward.

Seeing Mu Nansheng approaching, several people stepped aside, leaving Mu Nansheng free.

Zhang Yang didn't know whether the pain was real or fake. He held his abdomen and rolled uncontrollably.

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

The young man traced the ground with one foot and suddenly spoke.

Mu Nansheng strode over and muttered something that almost made the young man's expression fall.

(End of chapter)