My daughter is so annoying

"Yes."

The two walked forward and sat down at a table with few people. Guo Huan quickly chatted with others, and because Fang Ming usually didn't talk much in the classroom, over time, his relationship with his classmates became difficult. Not so harmonious.

After several main teachers arrived, we could finally start.

Because it is in the hall, apart from the three tables of classmates at the party, there are other guests eating.

Halfway through the meal, the waiter led seven or eight young people up again. They either had their heads shaved or had tattoos, and they looked like punks at first glance.

Except for the aisle in the middle of the hall, there were only four tables on one side, and the other side was already full, so the seven punks could only sit down on the table next to Fang Ming.

Except for the head teacher, none of the teachers only teach one class, so they left after eating halfway. The head teacher is a man in his 40s, but because he drove here, he didn’t drink alcohol today, so he followed a few The teacher left together, and before leaving, he told Zhang Zhang earnestly: "Relax and relax, but safety is still the first."

While speaking, the class teacher glanced at the table of the little gangster, Zhang Zhang nodded honestly, and sent the class teacher away.

They are all fifteen or sixteen years old, young and frivolous, and love to show off. Once those teachers left, a group of men started to drink with you respecting me and I respecting you. It was obviously the first time drinking, and they all To pretend to be very skilled.

No, after three or two glasses of wine, some blushed like Guan Gong, some mouths became particularly broken, and some took advantage of the alcohol to express their feelings to the female classmate they had a crush on, and the hall became a mess for a while.

Just when a group of people were excited.

On the next table, a bald young man with tattoos on his hands suddenly got up and pointed at Zhang Zhang and the group of people and shouted: "Boy, what's your name, please be quiet!!!"

Zhang Zhang drank a little wine, and there were so many classmates present, he changed his usual turbulent character, and said angrily: "This is not your place, why are you yelling at us?"

The hall fell silent in an instant.

When the bald young man heard Zhang Zhang's words, he became angry instantly. A few days ago, they had a fight with a group of Northeast guys, and they didn't take advantage. They were holding back their anger. Zhang Zhang's words happened to be on fire pour oil.

The young man with bald tattoos picked up the beer bottle and slammed it on the table, then walked up to Zhang Zhang with the glass shards hanging on the half of the beer bottle, pressed it against Zhang Zhang's chest and said, "Just try again."

Zhang Zhang woke up in an instant. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and stood there stupidly, unable to say a word.

The students also kept silent one by one, quietly like kittens.

Fang Ming didn't want to be nosy, but just when the bald young man smashed the wine bottle, a shard of broken glass hit his face. Although the cut was not deep, it was still painful.

Fang Ming stood up and asked in a cold voice, "Have you enjoyed it?"

With a sudden word, everyone turned their attention to him.

Hearing the words, the bald young man pretended to turn around and said with a sarcasm, "Oh, are you talking to me?"

Fang Ming didn't change his expression, and said with the same expression and tone: "Is there anyone else calling here besides you?"

The bald young man became angry in an instant. He ran forward in two steps and was about to smash the wine bottle on Fang Ming's head. A group of girls saw this scene and shouted loudly.

But when the bald young man was two steps away from Fang Ming, Fang Ming suddenly kicked him in the stomach.

"boom!"

A row of chairs fell to the ground, and the bald young man was lying on the ground clutching his stomach, his expression as painful as it could be.

Seeing this scene, a group of friends of the bald young man were stunned for a moment, then stepped forward at the same time and surrounded Fang Ming. Everyone held beer bottles in their hands, and a wretched man who was only 1.6 meters tall held Holding a sharpened dagger.

Seeing this scene, Guo Huan panicked.

Fortunately, at this time, the owner of the restaurant finally rushed over. Being able to open a restaurant in this place must have something to do with it. He ran to the second floor, saw this scene, and guessed what happened. He hurriedly stepped forward to help the person who fell on the ground, and said with a smile: "Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding, do me a favor, I'll treat you today."

The anger in the bald young man's heart was completely ignited. He directly spat a mouthful of blood on the boss, then stared at Fang Ming viciously like a poisonous snake and said, "Destroy him for me!"

A group of people stepped forward.

But at this time.

A young man in a floral shirt also walked to the second floor. He glanced at Fang Ming, his expression changed, and he said in a deep voice, "Stop it!"

Chapter 385, life

"Brother Hua."

For a moment, everyone looked at the young man in the floral shirt. The seven gangsters looked at him, and actually all stopped their movements.

Fang Ming turned his head and glanced at Zhang Xiaohua, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

When Zhang Xiaohua saw that the person surrounded was Fang Ming, he hurried forward and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

Fang Ming shook his head.

Zhang Xiaohua turned her head and stared at the bald young man. For some reason, the bald young man didn't dare to make a sound, and stood obediently aside.

Fang Ming now felt that he was really Xiaoqiao, Zhang Xiaohua. He originally thought that he could hang out with Zhou Qian's idiot. This Zhang Xiaohua's status is really not low.

"Brother Hua, who is he?" Seeing Zhang Xiaohua nodding and bowing to a junior high school student, the bald young man asked very puzzled.

"Shut up, sit down for labor and management, and eat your meals."

Zhang Xiaohua gave an order, and the seven people next to her sat down obediently.

A group of students in the class were dumbfounded, why is this gangster so polite to Fang Ming.

They all became whimsical.

Guo Huan recognized Zhang Xiaohua, but he didn't speak, but silently turned off the phone that had dialed 110.

Fang Ming leaned forward and whispered something to Zhang Xiaohua, and then sat down. Zhang Xiaohua nodded cheerfully after hearing that, and then sat at the table with the bald young man, eating with relish.

Seeing the awkward atmosphere, Guo Huan stood up and said, "It's okay, it's okay, let's continue eating."

But when this happened, who could still eat it? At the suggestion of Hu Linyu, the English class representative, a group of people moved to KTV, and when everyone was gone, Zhang Xiaohua put down the ribs that he had gnawed in his hand, and ordered: " Monkey, follow them, and tell me where you went."

"Okay." A very thin young man hastily followed out.

Seeing that everyone had left, the bald young man hurriedly asked, "Brother Hua, who is that person?"

"People you can't afford to mess with."

Who is a fool among the gangsters on the road, he thought about it, and asked tentatively: "The family has power or is it rich?"

"Everyone with power in this world has money, and everyone with money has power."

"Hiss." The bald young man gasped inexplicably. Among his group of friends, Zhang Xiaohua was the one who judged people the most. Otherwise, he wouldn't have made so many friends at a young age, so what he said Everyone was convinced, thinking that he almost beat up that person who might be the second generation of power or the second generation of rich just now, the bald youth broke out in a cold sweat.

For them, only the rich and powerful can't afford to mess with them in Shanghai.

When Zhang Xiaohua was young, his grandmother helped him tell his fortune. The fortune teller said that he was ordered by a general, and that he was busy in the first half of his life doing all kinds of unspeakable things. The critical time is when he is 20 years old, because the fortune teller said that he is destined to meet a nobleman when he is 20 years old, a nobleman who can make him climb from the bottom of society to the upper class.

Zhang Xiaohua used to think that the fortune teller was just cheating the old man out of money, but that year, when he was walking in a park in Shanghai, he met another old fortune teller with a cane, and what he said was relayed to him by his grandmother. Zhang Xiaohua didn't believe it until those words were exactly the same.