The Sick and Weak Horse Dressed As a Villain - Chapter 134

Chen Jianan’s work in Macau has ended. After he ran away from the villa, he did not return to his father’s house, let alone go to the martial arts gym. Of course, Qiao Wen is not worried that he has nowhere to go. In the past two years, the two have used the money they earned to invest in a lot of real estate. Any apartment is enough for him to settle down. Besides, he has a lot of friends and friends. Yes.

Qiao Wen doesn’t know where he is. The all-pervasive paparazzi follow his whereabouts almost every day, buy a newspaper at random, open the entertainment section, and you can see whether the pretty boy is drinking in Lan Kwai Fong tonight or is on a boat trip. On gambling, in short, he seems to have a very good life.

Those who do martial arts, work hard, come quickly, and are full of vigor and blood. It’s not surprising that they spend time and drink. In addition to Chen Canan’s background, it would be surprising if he went to listen to a musical or a reading salon.

Qiao Wen raised his body for a few days at home, read the newspapers for a few days, and saw this guy drinking in the bars in the newspapers every day.

Chen Jianan did live up to his expectations. Although he did not cause a major disaster, he did a little trouble. Tonight, he still went to the bar to drink with Zhong Kaiwen. After drinking for three rounds, it was just when my brain was feverish that I met a few brothers who came to amuse themselves.

Originally, the two parties were in their own boxes, and there was no intersection, but halfway through, a accompany girl went out and was bumped into by a young man, who forcibly pulled them to their room.

After Zhong Kaiwen learned of the furious, he pulled Chen Jianan and ran over to make trouble.

Zhong Kaiwen is an old man who is over 40 years old, and the upper-class society also knows that the Zhong family has fallen in his hands. If there is no brother-in-law, Lin Zhaoming, I am afraid that they would have long since turned from the upper class to the inferior. Therefore, these young rich and young people are not. Buying him the face of the old, the rich and the young, even when he came to ask for an explanation, he still sneered at each other.

As for Chen Canan, who climbed up from the bottom, he would not be put in the eyes of these people.

But unlike Zhong Kaiwen, the old man who has no power to tie a chicken, Liang Zinan is young and strong, and his greatest ability is to be able to fight. So after being ridiculed by these princes and buddies for a while, he unceremoniously started.

Five or six embroidered pillows were wide, and he was fisted by him alone. Naturally, the parents did not call, but only the bar manager, who called the police again, and finally a bunch of people were taken to the police station.

Because they are all people with a face and a face, there is nothing to worry about except for a little bit on the face, so the police made a symbolic transcript and called to inform their respective home leaders.

Qiao Wen received the call and was taken aback, and hurriedly asked the driver to drive to the police station. Seeing Chen Canan’s shirt button unbuttoned, except that there was still a little alcohol on his face, there was nothing unusual, so I felt relieved.

When he rushed to the police station, he met Lin Zirui who was going to lead his uncle. Because the two arrived almost at the same time, it seemed that there was a little suspicion of meeting each other.

Chen Jianan, who was being arranged to rest in the lounge, saw the two of them come in together, and his expression turned black.

Kaiwen Zhong was very happy and stood up and said, “Jeffrey, are you here? Does your mom know?”

Lin Zirui shook his head: “Don’t worry, I didn’t tell her.” He glanced at the two people in the room and said, “Uncle, how old are you, why are you still fighting?”

Zhong Kaiwen laughed and said, “It’s really not bad for us tonight. Those street boys are so young that they don’t know how to respect their elders. If it weren’t for Anan, your uncle, I was almost caught by those things tonight. Riding to the top of the head.” As he bent and embraced Chen Canan’s shoulder affectionately, “Anan, Uncle Zhong didn’t make you a little friend in vain.”

Chen Jianan turned a deaf ear to what he said, only raising his eyelids, looking lazily at Qiao Wen, who was standing a few steps away from him, with a very complicated light shining in those slightly drunken eyes.

I don’t know whether it is ridicule, ridicule, or aggrieved and sad.

Qiao Wen suddenly felt that he couldn’t see through this guy.

He stepped forward and whispered: “Brother Nan, are you okay?”

Chen Jianan pulled the corners of his mouth, looked away from his face, picked up the coat at hand, put it on his shoulders and walked out, saying, “What can I do?”

Before Qiao Wen spoke, Lin Zirui had already spoken: “Anan, Awen is caring about you, what is your attitude?”

Chen Jianan stopped and turned around to look at him with a smile but a smile: “Young Master Lin, when is it your turn to take care of my business with Awen?”

Lin Zirui chuckled indifferently, and said, “Awen is my friend, and his business is not nosy.”

Chen Jianan snorted, clenched his fist with his hand hanging on the side of his leg, and moved his eyes to Qiao Wen’s slightly frowning face. Without a trace, he loosened his fist and turned around without saying a word and continued to walk outside.

Qiao Wen was stunned for a moment before he thought of catching up.

Seeing him about to get in a taxi, he stepped forward to stop him: “Where are you going?”

“I’m in my twenties, don’t worry about it!” Chen Jianan tilted his head to look at him, very cynical.

Qiao Wen said: “No matter how foolish you are, I will really consider applying for a bank to freeze your account.”

Chen Jianan shrugged: “Whatever you do, everyone says that I make money by you. I really want to try, can I make money without you.”

This clock Kevin and Lin Zirui also came out. Seeing this scene, Zhong Kaiwen hurriedly stepped forward, holding Chen Canan, while smiling at Qiao Wen: “Awen, Anan is probably in a bad mood tonight. Let me go with him. Say a few words.”

Qiao Wen nodded, stepped back silently, and stood side by side with Lin Zirui.

“Anan is still having a temper!”

Qiao Wen breathed a sigh of helplessly: “He has a bad temper. In addition, these days the newspapers are always scribbling, and it is estimated that he is even more angry. He will not figure it out for a moment, so he can only go. .”

Lin Zirui stretched out his hand to put his thin shoulders on his shoulders, and patted gently: “Let everything go with the flow, I know you value your love and righteousness, but you really can’t force some things, letting you go is also letting others go.”

Qiao Wen silently looked at Chen Canan, who was half leaning against the car door under the dim yellow night light. Zhong Kaiwen attached to his ear, muttering something, he nodded in response from time to time, but his eyes were always here.

He couldn’t see his eyes clearly, but he knew what he was thinking or worried about at the moment.

The fellow Zhong Kaiwen muttered for a while, and saw Chen Canan absent-minded, patted him on the shoulder, and called him back to his soul, whispering in a low voice: “Anan, how much money can you make from making movies? Money. Although you are a boss, you still have to look at your brother’s face. Based on your ability, are you willing? As long as you want, Uncle Zhong will take you to make a lot of money in the future, and keep it much more than you do now.”

Chen Jianan retracted his gaze looking at Qiao Wen, and fell on the face of the man beside him, and said with interest: “Really? If there is such a good thing, please don’t hide it, Uncle Zhong, I’ve always thought about it. Do something big on your own.”

Kaiwen Zhong smiled and patted his shoulder: “Don’t worry, Uncle Zhong will never lie to you.”

Chen Jianan curled his lips and smiled: “Okay, then I will follow Uncle Zhong in the future, so that those who look down on me will open their eyes.”