Chapter 539: Why do you have to force me to do it?

"Do you mean to do something?"
Zhao Yuanliang smiled anxiously. Instead of showing a little nervousness on his face, he looked more and more arrogantly at Ye Chen: "Master Ben has lived for more than 20 years, and this is the first time I have seen you such an unsightly guy. . "
That being said, there was a flash of murder in his eyes.
Who is the second son of the Zhao family in Jinling? It was not polite to see anyone, but Ye Chen dared to run out of trouble and even hit his face.
With that in mind, he was about to call the security guard.
"Kneel!"
A thunderous voice blew into his ears. Before he could react, he felt an inexplicable pressure hitting him, pressing him down on the ground like a mountain.
"Tongtong!"
He knelt straight down in front of Ye Chen.
"Well, boy, what did you do to Lao Tzu?"
Zhao Yuanliang flushed, struggling, but found that the more he struggled, the greater the pressure on his body. In the end, he was in a five-body position.
For a moment, the whole hall was silent like death!
Everyone's eyes are full of incredible colors!
What did they see?
The second son of the Zhao family, the mixed-world demon king, was slapped on the ground and slaps on the ground, still in a posture of five bodies throwing himself to the ground, like a dead dog.
You know, Zhao Yuanliang is the second son of the Zhao family!
Ye Chen has let him kneel now, it is tantamount to hit the Zhao family's face, after all, he must not be able to withstand the anger of the Zhao family!
And Cang Shuxue and Li Yongmin were frightened on the spot!
They knew Ye Chen was brave, but he didn't expect his bravery to be so big that even the second son of the Zhao family dared to move.
"It's over, it's over!"
After Li Yongmin reacted, his face was ashes, and he stomped his feet: "Brother Ye, you have done a great disaster!"
Although he is only a contractor, the projects he undertakes are all hundreds of millions of levels, and there are many people in contact. Naturally, he knows how horrible the Zhao family is.
Don't look at him worth over a hundred million, but it's nothing in front of the Zhao family!
"Ahhhh!"
The next moment, Zhao Yuanliang kneeling on the ground screamed extremely sternly, and then looked at Ye Chen with a venomous look: "Boy, I promise, you're dead, dead, my Zhao family will not let you go ! "
"Jinling Zhao's?"
Ye Chen squinted his eyes, and then looked at his own Zhao family, Zhao Yang, who looked at him with horror in front of him: "Give you a chance, call your home, let them pick up, and give me an explanation!"
Seven-year-old Zhao Yang stunned, and finally couldn't help but took out the phone and dialed in, crying: "Dasao, Ersao was bullied, come on ..."
The crowd watching was uproar, looking at Ye Chen as if looking at a dead person.
crazy!
This is really crazy!
The people who hit the Zhao family didn't say, they dared to let the Zhao family come to lead the people, but they also gave him an account!
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at the same time.
Located in a manor in Jinling City.
The two middle-aged men sat opposite each other, with a chess game in front of them, and beside them, a young girl in black holding his chin in his hands was lethargic, as if he did not catch the chess game.
At this time, after the middle-aged man who was a sunspot dropped a child, he looked at a girl in black next to him lying down, and couldn't help laughing: "Brother Ning, Ruolan is about 19 years old right now? Is there a match? "
"It will be 19 in another month!"
The middle-aged man holding the white letter shook his head and smiled bitterly: "This girl is arrogant and hot-tempered than me. Most people can't control her!"
Speaking of which, there was a trace of memory in his eyes.
In this world, the only person who can control his own daughter is the white boy who walks with a sword?
I don't know how he is doing in Yanjing.
The middle-aged man holding the sunspot smiled slightly: "My second son Yuanliang is now 24. If brother Ning does not dislike it, maybe you and I can marry."
The middle-aged man with a surname of Ning slightly frowned, and was about to say no, but there was a rush of footsteps outside, and then he saw a handsome, calm young man walking in quickly.
The other side first glanced at the middle-aged man of Brother Ning, and then went to another middle-aged man and whispered a few words in front of him. A black in the middle-aged man's hand broke and broke.
"Brother Zhao, what happened?" Asked the middle-aged man surnamed Ning.
The middle-aged man with a surname of Zhao said in a deep voice: "What else can happen, or the unwieldy second son in my family is out again?"
His tone seemed self-deprecating, but he was mixed with a hint of coldness: "Although the second child is a bit indifferent, he is usually more proficient, and if he is taught, he will ask for it!"
"But he was beaten to the knees in public now, and asked me to come to the house to give him a statement. This is to make it clear that I don't want to see my Zhao family!"
Speaking of which, he couldn't help looking at the youth: "Boss, go and lead someone in person. By the way, what kind of person is he?"
"Yes, father!"
The young man responded, and as he was about to leave, a cheer came from behind him: "Did you watch something good? Then you must bring me, I like watching the fun!"
But the drowsy girl in black woke up.
The cheeky face is full of excitement.
The young man shook his head in tears and laughed: "Let's go, sister Ruolan!"
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Jinling Art Museum!
Ye Chen slowly retracted his hand and looked up at the young judges on the side: "Can we talk now?"
The youth judge was shocked and fell to the ground.
At this time, a middle-aged man quickly walked over: "This gentleman, Xu Anhua, the curator of the Jinling Museum of Fine Arts, asks you not to make trouble and leave quickly, otherwise I will call the police!"
"roll!"
As soon as Ye Chen shook his sleeves, he fanned him out on the spot, and his voice shook the audience like Hong Zhongda Lu: "I only want one explanation, is it so difficult? Why must I force me to do it?"
"Security, security, drive him out!"
Xu Anhua yelled angrily.
As soon as the words fell, there were four or five hands holding electric batons, and security guards in uniform rushed to the scene, and Qi Qi rounded towards Ye Chen.
Ye Chen's eyes flashed sharply. As he was about to start, he heard a thick voice from the door: "Slow!"
Everyone couldn't help but look back.
I saw an old man in a clear robe walking slowly with his hands on his back, and many people followed him.
"It's Master Wu!"
"And the president of the Fine Arts Association, President Chen!"
"And Master Jiang in calligraphy!"
"Unexpectedly, they were shocked. This is a big deal!"
I don't know who exclaimed, and then caused a series of air-inspired sounds.
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(Ps: chapter two, and more!)