Chapter 622 Zhao Mingyu

Outside Yingsong Pavilion, a waiter pushed the door and entered.

"what!"

The waiter exclaimed when he saw Wen Renjinglue lying on the ground.

"No, it's not dead, is it?"

The waiter approached cautiously, and found that Wen Renjing's chest rose and fell with his breathing.

"Huh... it's good that it's not a dead person." The waiter exhaled, the shock in his heart calmed down, "Are you drunk?"

After pushing Wenrenjinglue, the waiter shouted, "Sir, sir! Wake up!"

"Forgive me···"

Wen Ren Jinglue suddenly sat up straight and exclaimed.

"Sir, are you okay?" The waiter looked at Wenrenjinglue from a distance and asked worriedly.

Wen Renjing looked around for a while, and found that Wen Meng and several people were missing.

"I ask you, where are the people in this room?"

The waiter replied cautiously, "They've all been gone for a while."

Wen Renjing breathed a sigh of relief, but then became worried again.

"I see."

Walking out of Yingsong Pavilion, Wen Renjing took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

"Du... Du... Yo ho! Haha...Come on!...Zhao Shaoliang!...Haha...Take off one more!"

The phone was connected, and there was a loud noise on the other end.

Wen Renjing frowned slightly, moved the phone slightly away from his ears, smirked and said, "Is Master Zhao here?"

"It's you!" A slightly frivolous voice came to mind at the other end.

"Have you got that big star niece done? I'm going to see her tonight!"

Wen Renjing's face became bitter when he heard the words, and he pondered, "This... Young Master Zhao, things have changed a bit."

"Huh? You dare to play with me!"

Zhao Mingyu held the phone in his hand, and a stern look flashed between his eyebrows, "Wen Renjinglue, you have sworn to guarantee it!"

"My father is an honorary elder of the Wumeng League, you must think clearly about the consequences of playing with me!"

Wen Renjing wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and said nervously, "Don't, don't! Young Master Zhao, how dare I play with you! Things were going well, but who ever wanted to disrupt the situation!"

"boom···"

On the phone, there was the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground and breaking.

"Who is it? How dare you disturb this young master's good deeds! Really impatient to live!"

Wen Renjing shuddered slightly and whispered into the phone, "His name is Ye Yu, and Mengyue seems to be interested in him. It's just that he stopped me, so I won't be able to take Mengyue with me!"

"Ye Yu?"

"Yes, it's called Ye Yu, about eighteen or nineteen years old!"

"Haha..." During the phone call, Zhao Mingyu sneered, "Wen Renjinglue, you are really going back the more you live!"

"Such a young man stopped you? Have you become a waste, or my Zhao family's name is not good!"

Wen Renjing's face was slightly bitter, wondering, "This, I can't help it! This Ye Yu seems to have a deep background!"

"Shen? Can he still have me, Zhao Jiashen?"

Zhao Mingyu sneered, and then ordered a middle-aged man beside him, "Ajin, go kill him!"

"Wait!" Wen Renjing groaned in his heart, and quickly stopped Zhao Mingyu.

"Master Zhao, this Ye Yu seems to be the younger brother of Senior Tianjian! Don't act rashly!"

On the phone, there was a moment of silence, and then Zhao Mingyu's anger sounded.

"Learn about people's classics! Do you have shit in your head? Li Wuzhen, where did he come from?"

"Or a junior brother who is seventeen or eighteen years old?"

"Wen Ren Jinglue, are you trying to laugh at me to death!"

Wen Renjing was stunned for a moment, his head was a little dazed, and he murmured, "But this is what Xing Meng said! And he also called that young master, you can't be wrong!"

"Xing Meng?" On the phone, Zhao Mingyu sneered, "Is that the waste?"

"You believe what he says! It's just lying to you! You stupid pig!"

"Bang! Beep...beep..."