The Beautiful CEO’s Magical Doctor and Crazy Son-in-law

"Master Zhang, please respect yourself!"

Su Qingya glared at each other, subconsciously took a step back and said coldly.

Zhang Jisong's expression suddenly changed and he hummed.

"Is this how you ask for help?"

"If so, the Su Group will go bankrupt!"

Without saying a word, Su Qingya turned around and left angrily, returning to her seat.

"How is it?" Su Xiangdong asked anxiously.

Su Qingya frowned and said with disgust.

"Stinking rogue!"

"Ah?" Su Xiangdong was dumbfounded and said in panic.

"What did Young Master Zhang say?"

"Will he agree to restart cooperation?"

Su Qingya shook her head and said angrily.

"Forget it!"

"Oh, how could this happen? How did you talk about it?" Su Xiangdong complained, as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.

At this time, the housekeeper outside the door suddenly shouted.

"Master Yang Ke has arrived in the provincial capital."

"Send a golden Buddha, a jade Ruyi, and ten agates."

"I wish Mr. Zhang Biao may you be as blessed as the East China Sea and live as long as the Southern Mountains."

Mr. Yang has arrived?

Zhang Jisong's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard this, and he quickly stood up and went out to greet him.

"Young Master Yang is here, and the humble house will be filled with splendor!"

"Father Zhang, thank you Mr. Yang for your kindness!"

Yang Ke walked in with a calm smile and a steady pace.

He took the initiative to reach out to Zhang Jisong.

Zhang Jisong was flattered and quickly held Yang Ke's hand with both hands, his face full of humility.

"Originally, my father wanted to come in person to congratulate your father on his birthday."

"Unfortunately, there happened to be something urgent, so I was sent here."

"I hope Mr. Zhang will forgive me!"

"Master Yang is serious!" Zhang Jisong said quickly.

"My Zhang family is very happy that you can come."

Yang Ke smiled and nodded, then looked around curiously.

"Where will your father sit down?"

"I'm going to say hello."

amount……

Zhang Jisong suddenly looked embarrassed and said sarcastically.

"Mr. Yang, my father hasn't come yet."

"How about you take a seat first and take a rest."

Yang Ke's expression suddenly changed and turned cold.

All the birthday guests are here, but the host hasn’t arrived yet?

Where in the world is there such a thing?

This Biao is a bit crazy, isn't he?

Moreover, even though he knew that someone from the Yang family would come, he still didn't wait in advance.

I'm afraid I have forgotten who is the master!

"Okay, I'll wait."

Yang Ke looked unkind and snorted coldly.

Zhang Jisong quickly brought Yang Ke to the front table and sat down.

He stood respectfully beside him, with a smile on his face, and waited carefully.

The eyes of the big guys in Yunhai started to shine as soon as Yang Ke came in.

This is the son of the Yang family in the provincial capital.

Although they are in the sea of ​​clouds, they are all prominent figures with noble status and prominent status.

But compared with a behemoth like the Yang family in the provincial capital, it's nothing!

If you can embrace the Yang family's lap, you will be very successful.

After a while, some people stood up and walked towards Yang Ke with smiles on their faces.

But before he got close, the cold-faced man who had been following Yang Ke suddenly spoke.

"Go back!"

"Anyone who approaches Young Master Yang without permission will be killed without mercy!"

When people heard this, their footsteps suddenly stopped and their hearts beat wildly for no reason.

He actually felt a cold murderous intent filling the air, which made people shudder.

Involuntarily, they all retreated angrily, not daring to get closer.

"Humph, Mr. Yang didn't say anything, why would you, a servant, interrupt!"

"Do you still understand the rules?"

A middle-aged man with a big belly seemed to feel humiliated.

With a face full of anger, he pointed at the cold-faced man and yelled.

But before he finished speaking, the cold-faced man suddenly grabbed a chopstick on the table and threw it out.

puff!

The chopsticks stabbed into the middle-aged man's throat accurately, causing blood to fly!

"Uh!"

The middle-aged man made a painful sound, his face full of horror and disbelief.

With a pop, he fell to the ground and died!

"what!"

This sudden scene immediately caused people to scream and be horrified.

No one expected that this cold-faced man would kill someone in public over a disagreement.

You know, everyone who can come here to attend the birthday banquet is a person of high status.

Now, just because of one sentence, he was killed?

People looked at the corpses on the ground one by one, their faces turned pale, their hearts were beating fast, and a deep sense of fear arose spontaneously.

But the cold-faced man acted as if nothing had happened.

From beginning to end, he didn't even look at the middle-aged man.

It was as if he had just crushed an ant to death, without giving a single thought.

"Master Yang, this, this..."

Zhang Jisong's eyelids were twitching wildly, and the expression on his face was uglier than crying.

Anyway, this is his father's birthday party.

The people brought by Yang Ke killed the guests in public. Isn't it somewhat unjustifiable?

When his father comes later, how will he explain?

"What, Mr. Zhang has any objections?" Yang Ke looked at Zhang Jisong, playfully.

"No, no!"

"He deserves to die."

Zhang Jisong met Yang Ke's cold eyes and was immediately frightened. How could he dare to say anything?

"Someone, clean it up!"

Turning around, Zhang Jisong gave instructions to his servants.

I sighed in my heart, what else can I do besides endure it?

"no need!"

At this moment, a majestic voice suddenly sounded.

People followed the sound and were shocked.

I saw two big yellow-haired dogs as tall as one person, breathing hot breath from their mouths, walking out of the backyard.

A man wearing a Tang suit with a ferocious face was walking behind with his dog on a leash.

If not Zhang Biao, who else could it be?

"Hi Mr. Zhang!"

"Mr. Zhang, happy birthday!"

When people saw him, they stood up one after another and greeted Zhang Biao with fists in his hands.

Only Yang Ke was still sitting there, sipping tea motionlessly.

It was as if Zhang Biao was not seen.

"Hahaha, thank you all for coming to support Zhang."

"Everyone sit down!"

Zhang Biao laughed heartily, and people sat down.

But Zhang Biao's gaze fell on Yang Ke like a sharp sword.

"If Mr. Yang can come, I, Zhang Biao, will be happy!"

Zhang Biao walked towards Yang Ke.

Still ten feet away from Yang Ke, the two big yellow-haired dogs were already approaching.

Yang Ke originally looked pretentious and wanted to show off in front of Zhang Biao.

Seeing these two big dogs, I suddenly lost my composure.

He quickly stood up, took a few steps back, and said with a dark face.

"Uncle Zhang, keep these two beasts away!"

Zhang Biao couldn't help laughing and said after hearing this.

"These two are not beasts, they are exotic Tibetan mastiffs."

"I spent a lot of money to buy it from southern Tibet."

"Usually, we feed human flesh, which is very expensive!"

Zhang Biao's words made everyone present feel their hearts tremble with fear.

Feeding human meat to dogs?

This is impossible, it sounds too scary.

"Go and get close to Young Master Yang!"

Zhang Biao suddenly spoke, and the two exotic Tibetan mastiffs stuck out their tongues and ran to Yang Ke's side.

"what!"

"Tell them to get lost!"

Yang Ke screamed in fright, his face full of horror, and his face changed.

At this time, the cold-faced man next to Yang Ke suddenly moved.

The cold-faced man laughed contemptuously, picked up two more chopsticks, and threw them out.

suck!

The chopsticks were like light, shooting towards the eyes of the two exotic Tibetan mastiffs.

Zhang Biao sneered when he saw this.

Suddenly he took a step forward, stretched out his palms, and as quickly as lightning, he grabbed both chopsticks in his hands.

"Ok?"

The cold-faced man's pupils shrank, showing a shocked look.

Obviously, he didn't expect that Zhang Biao was so powerful that he could easily catch the chopsticks he threw out.

Before he could react, Zhang Biao reached out with his other hand and grabbed his wrist suddenly.

With a snap, he pressed his palm on the table, his eyes froze, and he thrust the chopsticks down suddenly!

puff!

Blood splashed all over Zhang Biao's face.

The cold-faced man's palm was directly pierced and nailed to the table.

"Uh!"

With a groan of pain, the cold-faced man's painful veins were exposed, and cold sweat instantly flowed down.

Zhang Biao's eyes turned cold, and his angry voice came out coldly.

"You dare to kill people at my birthday party?"

"Who gave you the guts!"