Chapter 352： Han Haoyang: I invite you to watch a good show!

Speaking of Zhou Yuan, Han Haoyang was full of hatred.

Two nights ago, he made Zhou Yuan clean up and lose face!

It was hard to catch the opportunity to retaliate against Zhou Yuan...then you must do everything you can and give back ten thousand times and one hundred thousand times!

Didn't you slap Lao Tzu in the face in public? !

I also want to slap this face back in public!

You broke Lao Tzu's car by riding a horse!

I will find someone to play with your woman directly!

Not only do I want to kill you woman! Let you watch! Then record it as a video player! Show your face online and win glory!

And I not only want to play alone!

Still looking for a group of people to play!

Before I play, I have to force you! Force you to kneel and kowtow to Lao Tzu! Apologies for licking my shoes! Forcing you to lose face, let you suffer all kinds of humiliation first!

Anyway, today's insult to death by not riding a horse! I won't be surnamed Han from now on!

The more Han Haoyang thinks about it, the more he replenishes his brain, the more happy he is.

For a while, he was even a little bit enthusiastic, and couldn't help but shiver in excitement!

It took half a minute for Han Haoyang to wake up. He turned his head and glanced at the panda-eyed little brother, frowned and said, "By the way, how many old Chen and the others asked you to inform? Why haven't they come yet?"

For such a great show, how can I not find more audiences?

Besides, when Zhou Yuan was slapped in the face two days ago, there were a few dudes in the circle.

If you want revenge today, you will naturally have to invite all these people back intact!

Only in this way can that face be made up without any loss!

"Chen Shao, I have invited them as you ordered, I guess they should be here soon." The attendant hurriedly replied.

Han Haoyang was still not at ease, and simply called again in person.

A few minutes later, one after another sports cars appeared here.

Those who got in and out of the car were still the top picks that night, including the half-sized boy with the hedgehog's head who was scared to cry by Zhou Yuan.

A group of people got out of the car back and forth, but didn't notice Feng Jing who was thrown in the back corner, but greeted Han Haoyang one after another.

"Old Han, you called us to come over, what's the situation?"

"That's right, Old Han, brother is busy making out with his sister, so you can get mixed up with just one phone call."

"Brother Han, what's the matter with you? You can't call me if you have something to do. I have to come over."

"..."

A few people leaned over, and you spoke with each other.

Han Haoyang smiled and said, "It's nothing, I invite you to come, just to show you a good show!"

"Good show? What good show?"

Several people were slightly taken aback.

"Okay, listen to me first, have you seen that girl?"

Han Haoyang turned and staggered his body, and pointed to Feng Jing who was thrown on the ground in a five-flowered tie behind.

Several people suddenly glanced sideways, one by one, their eyes brightened in the blink of an eye.

"Yes, old Han, where did you get this kind of high-quality goods? Here, people who are watching are getting angry!"

"Don't tell me, this girl is much better than the one I spent tens of thousands on playing last time!"

"Old Han, you can do it! Where did you get such a high-end girl? This figure...tsk tsk...Is this horse-rider not beautiful to stand up?"

Few dudes whose brains were full of soy milk instantly stared at Feng Jing with fans.

Seeing how many people look like this, Han Haoyang suddenly squinted and smiled: "Looking like this, many brothers are quite interested?"

"Yes! Of course there is!"

"What's the matter? Old Han, are you asking a few brothers?!"

"Yes, old Han, you are blessed to share, righteousness!"

Several dudes were instantly happy.

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