Chapter 502

In his Meng Mingming's eyes, Qin Lang is just a reckless man, that's all.

As for the rumors about Qin Lang, his intelligence system didn't report to him, but he thought it was all stunt style flattery, and it was the packaging of Qin Lang by the advertising company behind his back. Only a crazy girl like his sister would believe it.

In today's society, many people in the Wulin circle are not just making gimmicks everywhere, in the final analysis, they are just making a few money.

And he Meng Mingming, now money is not a problem, such a comparison, what is Qin Lang? He also offended the Tianying chamber of Commerce for a little money. What's that?

As for those masked men, Meng Mingming did not believe that they were Qin Lang's accomplices.

Meng Mingming, of course, looked at Qin Lang's silence and didn't respond to Meng's play. He was overjoyed. He mistakenly thought that Qin Lang didn't dare to do anything to him, and the other side just used some small roles to cut the knife.

"Qin Lang, what kind of skill do you have to stab others? If you want to poke someone big, it's better to stab a person with status like me. Don't always do some stunts. You won't deceive people with a clear eye. Come on..."

"As long as I have one breath, your whole family will be in bad luck, and none of the people around you will have a good life..."

For the sake of face, Meng Mingming's speech today can be said to be full of both emotion and voice. It shows a second generation who is arrogant, powerful, superb conversation skills and extraordinary courage.

It will definitely make people present look at each other with admiration.

Then, seeing Qin Lang sitting there, it seemed that he was engaged in a fierce ideological struggle. Meng Mingming was wide hearted and pleased. He also pulled a chair and sat down. He waved his hand, and he ran up to put down a bottle of 1939 French red grape and a goblet used by an aristocrat.

Then he slowly approached Qin Lang, full of interest in his eyes, sneering, disdain, ridicule, holding a glass of wine leisurely taste, look very arrogant.

"Oh, Meng Shao is really good."

"You see, Qin Lang is wilting."

"Yes, it's just something. After drinking a little wine, I would run to the wild. Now I wake up."

"Meng Shao has never seen anything. This is an opportunity for others to perform. He is fearless in the face of danger and lifting heavy weights like a light one."

"It's very powerful and noble."

"Why, how, just now, Meng Shao really stood in front of him, and he didn't dare to move."

"Oh, I remember, Qin Lang? This person is not easy to offend. It seems that By the way, they are masters, masters At this time, a big man was surprised and kept looking at Qin Lang, as if he remembered something.

"Cut, you haven't heard that it's all propaganda gimmicks. What kind of master, bullshit? How old are you still being cheated by this special effect lens?"

"Everything else is fake. Now that Meng Shao is here, you ask Qin Lang to have a try. Maybe it was made by the film team this time. The purpose is to increase the influence of one year. Did the tiger, what is called, receive money? Do you think the police didn't come?"

At one time, everything is said. Everyone becomes an analyst, a schemer, a planner

Seeing Meng Shao so brave and graceful, Meng Mingming immediately had a number of fans who competed to worship. He was a powerful family. He was so fierce and domineering that he controlled the momentum of the home court to death.

Under Meng Mingming's motionless momentum, everyone in the banquet hall has recovered, and is no longer so frightened. Meng Mingming's men sneak in, holding a holster and watching coldly, ready to take Qin Lang at any time.

However, some of Qin's dark special effects were not able to understand it, because some of Qin's dark special effects would not be understood.

For a long time, Qin Lang put down his red wine cup: "what? Is that all? "

The quiet temperament made the hall quiet for a moment.

"Qin Lang, don't be surprised. You almost beat me up with Meng Mingming."

Meng Mingming also gave his glass a meal, and his aura was even more pressing: "I'm too lazy to call the police, but I don't rule out that there will be people in the hotel calling the police. In addition, my third uncle is coming soon. His status is beyond your imagination."

Meng Mingming disdains: "if you stab people in public, the other party may die. What is the consequence? You should read the law. I tell you, this is intentional killing." Meng Mingming said that the courage is rising, raised his hand and pointed his index finger at Qin Lang and roared.

"Life imprisonment. If you don't get it right, you'll be shot."

Meng Mingming said he pulled his tie, and his eyes were cruel: "you think about how to deal with all this, think about it!"

"Who cares about the life and death of a thug?" Meng Mingming reasoned with Qin Lang freely and vividly. He said that the momentum of Qin Lang's death was in it.

"If I were you, I would use my brain before I did something. After I finished, I would run away now, instead of staying here and pretending to be forced."Then Meng Mingming pointed to the gate: "if you don't go, you won't have a chance."

Sure enough, the siren outside sounded, apparently the police have rushed to come.

Qin Lang, who has never spoken, just watched the hysterical performance of this young man. He thinks Meng Mingming is ugly and humorous, but he doesn't know whether other people present will feel the same way.

"Well, you're a punk. You're very upset." Qin Lang leaned on the back of the chair, his hands crossed, and suddenly his face was disgusted.

What's Meng Ming's smile? I'm a jerk? This guy says I'm a jerk. Ha ha ha, he laughed wildly in his heart.

Other people are also dumb for it, Meng Shao is a pauper? Who's not a wimp? Qin Lang's tone is so big!

Meng Lili is worried looking at her brother, she believes her intuition, Qin Lang is not what they think.

Meng Mingming took a puff of his cigar in the sound of the police siren and sprayed it on Qin Lang's face: "bastard, what's a punk? Do you really understand? Is the $1000 cigar I smoke enough for your monthly salary? Am I a wimp? "

"Didn't you come to me? Don't you dare to stab people? You try to move me? I'll lend you a hundred guts. "

"Pretend? Why not

"I tell you, this is just the beginning. After the police arrest you, I will serve you with the best service."

"You'll be better than dead..." Meng Mingming said fiercely, and then took a puff of smoke again, opened his mouth and threw the smoke ring on Qin Lang's face.

Go!

A fist hit Meng Mingming's flesh face. The sparks from his cigar burned Meng Mingming's cheek. It was black and fire, and the cut tobacco covered his face.

Caught off guard, Meng Mingming jumped up and slapped the cigarette butts on his face.