Strong favor of wealthy family: rumored husband owes training

As soon as Wen Wan pulled Shen Moling to the restaurant, she pretended to be face to face with Murong Zichun.

"You really dare to come to my house!"

Shen Moling put his hands in his trouser pockets, his eyes were cold and arrogant, his eyes were as bright as stars, and his tone was light: "I came here by invitation, but I didn't do it voluntarily."

Murong Zichun's face froze, did his Murong family beg Shen Moling to come?

"You are not welcome here, take her and get out!" he shouted angrily.

Murong Zichun's angry voice successfully attracted the attention of all the guests at the banquet, and they all stretched their necks to look this way, and some people had moved closer to this side intentionally or unintentionally, wanting to watch the excitement.

Wen Wan obviously felt that Shen Moling's fingers shrank, she secretly squeezed his hand tightly, signaling him not to be impulsive.

With so many people and media reporters, if something unpleasant happens, no one will be able to take advantage of it, and they will only make jokes for people after dinner.

Shen Moling was naturally clear, his eyes darkened slightly and he was about to walk in while hugging his gentle and slender waist.

Seeing that he was ignoring him, Murong Zichun was even more annoyed. He reached out his hand to stop the two people, and said in a very serious tone: "Stop pretending to be deaf and dumb, get out! Don't forget that my second brother is still sitting in a wheelchair upstairs. Why are you standing here?"

Shen Moling's pupils shrank, and his whole body was instantly covered with a thin layer of frost, and the surrounding air suddenly became cold because of him.

"Do you think that reminding everyone of the fact that Murong Zihao is disabled can highlight you? It's too much grandstanding. The Murong family can't get a disciple like you to show their faces and embarrass themselves."

His voice was very soft, but his tone was full of vigor, and his whole body stood upright, his innate demeanor of a king was enough for him to look down on everything from a bird's-eye view.

In front of everyone's eyes, these words were extremely lethal. Murong Zichun was completely annoyed. He clenched his fist and waved at him: "You want to die!"

"Mo Ling!"

Wen Wan didn't have time to think about it, she rushed forward and hugged Shen Moling's waist, tightly blocking in front of him, with her back to Murong Zichun.

That punch was so hard that when Shen Moling received it, his palms were numb. He didn't dare to think about the consequences if he hit Wen Wan's head.

"..." Wen Wan's closed eyes slowly opened. She was originally 1.7 meters tall, and because she was wearing [-] cm high heels, she and Shen Moling were almost face to face.

She looked into his complicated deep eyes, and her breathing became disordered.

Shen Moling quickly regained his composure, put his arms around Wen Wan's waist, and swept her behind him, shaking off Murong Zichun's fist.

His strength was great, and his palm was as hot as fire. Murong Zichun staggered back a few steps and stood still, his eyes full of anger.

"Murong Zichun, you are not worthy of fighting with me." Shen Moling said with a sneer, his tone was full of disdain, but the hand behind him was tightly grasping Wen Wan's hand, and his fingers were tightly clasped.

"So what if you don't deserve it? I just moved!" Murong Zichun didn't give up, he insisted on getting back the lost face, and he tried to push forward again.

Wen Wan frowned, firmly grabbed Shen Moling's arm that was about to be raised, dragged his footsteps, and hurriedly whispered: "Mo Ling, don't be impulsive."

No one saw her beating someone just now, but now that there are so many people fighting, wouldn't the relationship between the Shen family and the Murong family be completely over?

Even if the Shen family has a very high status, it is impossible to make enemies in all directions in the capital city. Doing so will lose the hearts of the people and prove the truth.