Chapter 309 Punishment (four more)

"You **** move me?"

Fu Dajun's head was greasy, and his vision was blurred. He couldn't recognize Ye Tianlong for a while, but his temperament made him look hard, and he yelled when he picked up the soy sauce bottle with his mouth and nose.

Just halfway through, Ye Tianlong held his shoulders and pushed him back to the chair with great force, and also avoided the soy sauce bottle.

"Wow!"

Ye Tianlong opened the soy sauce bottle and poured it on Fu Dajun's head with a crash. The dark thick soy sauce spread out again, flowing from Fu Dajun's ears and forehead, dyeing black clothes.

The guests and noodle shop owners who watched all around evaded when they saw it, for fear that the oil would splash on themselves.

Zheng Xiaolan also screamed, and subconsciously pulled Ye Tianlong's arm, trying to help her boyfriend. It could be seen that the shot was Ye Tianlong, and immediately stopped all actions.

Her emotions became more complicated, but Ye Tianlong ignored everyone's reaction, pressed his left hand and clicked, dislocating Fu Dajun's arm.

Fu Dajun screamed, trying to fight but was pumped away by pain, unable to stand up.

"I splash you five hundred at a time, I splash you twice, and you keep one thousand."

Ye Tianlong pulled a paper towel and wiped his hands, and a joke came up at the corner of his mouth: "If you think there is too little money, I can fulfill you again."

After that, he took out a stack of banknotes from his wallet and slapped it on the table. The red banknotes instantly attracted everyone's attention and shouted to everyone in the noodle shop:

"There are ten thousand here, and you can splash him twenty times. Any brother or sister who wants to have a hand addiction, even if he comes up, I will pay."

As soon as the voice fell, the audience was in an uproar. Unexpectedly, eating noodles, there was such a good show, the mood instantly became excited, and there were people just about to move.

Especially after knowing that Fu Dajun ate soft rice and treated the middle-aged man rudely, many people looked more excited, shouting and screaming, but in view of the thanklessness of this matter, they did not come up to give Fu Dajun a bowl of noodles.

Zheng Xiaolan hurriedly interceded to Ye Tianlong: "Director Ye, please don't do this."

Fu Dajun was full of cold sweat and his expressions were harsh: "Who the **** dared to move me, Fu Dajun will never let him go."

When the noodle shop owner saw the trouble, he called the police and pulled Ye Tianlong: "Brother, stop making trouble."

The middle-aged man wanted to say something, but he didn't know where to start.

"Is nobody coming up?"

Ye Tianlong took out another stack of banknotes: "Those who splash him will be rewarded with a hundred."

When the voice fell, the people around him fell silent for an instant, and then the emotions and desires burst instantly.

A woman in denim clothes, holding her unfinished miscellaneous noodles, walked through the crowd and went straight to Fu Dajun, and slapped his head.

The noodles fell with a crash, and the juice splashed all over:

"My old lady hates the scumbag who eats soft food and eats so arrogantly."

Then she threw the bowl away and glared at Zheng Xiaolan: "Sister, this kind of scumbag shouldn't kick, and keep it for the New Year?"

After speaking, she didn't even need a hundred yuan, and she walked away on her leather shoes.

Fu Dajun was so angry that he spit out the noodles in his mouth and yelled: "March, do you dare to move me? I will kill you sooner or later."

"Little Lan, go up, go up to me, and tear these three eights."

He yelled at Ye Tianlong again: "Boy, remember to me that I will not let you go. I will ask Shao Guo to kill you and kill you."

"Snapped!"

Before Ye Tianlong could speak, another middle-aged man wore a mask and slapped the udon on Fu Dajun's head. Then he took two hundred yuan and left without saying a word.

His action immediately caused a chain reaction, and the rest of the people also buckled their bowls on Fu Dajun's head.

Then, just like the rabbit, he took a hundred yuan and went out quickly, without giving Fu Dajun a chance to identify it.

More than a dozen noodle soups left a memorial to Fu Dajun, not only making his whole body dirty, but also causing his head and neck to be burnt red.

The noodle shop owner looked at the mess and wanted to cry without tears, and then another flash of inspiration, instigated the dozen or so waiters to quickly take off their clothes and join the ranks of toppings.

In this way, the loss of the mess will be made up, no, you can make a thousand yuan.

At the end of the day, the noodle shop owner was also ready to move, just worried that if he participated in it, it would cause big troubles to the small noodle shop, so in the end he endured not doing it, and pretended to shout at the camera:

"Don't fight everyone, don't get wet, give me some face, please everyone."

"Minister Ye——"

Zheng Xiaolan was desperately obstructed, in messy clothes, but could not stop everyone from madness, and once again asked Ye Tianlong for help: "Please, let the army go."

Ye Tianlong felt soft, not wanting Zheng Xiaolan to be too difficult to do, so he waved his hand to stop everyone from going crazy, and gave a hundred to the rest of the people who wanted to do it.

Afterwards, he looked at Zheng Xiaolan with pity on his face: "Little Lan, as the eldest sister said just now, this kind of scumbag, eats yours and uses yours, and still ravages you like this, don't kick him and keep it. Chinese New Year?"

"Listen to me, kick him immediately, don't let him **** you to death like a vampire."

"Little Lan? You know?"

At this time, Fu Dajun eased his anger, and when he heard what Ye Tianlong said, he was furious: "Zheng Xiaolan, do you know him?"

"You know, you still allow him to humiliate me and trample on me? Did you specifically find it to deal with me? The purpose is to step on me and make me lose my head? You are too mean."

Zheng Xiaolan hurriedly waved his hand: "No, army, I didn't find it--"

"Don't quibble, you must do it."

Fu Dajun was furious: "Zheng Xiaolan, I didn't expect you to be such a person. You disappointed me too much."

"Boy, although I don't want Xiao Lan to associate with you, I don't allow you to frame him. Open your dog's eyes and see, who am I?"

Ye Tianlong's face has a touch of contempt: "I am your benefactor, great benefactor, without me, how can you pay back the 300,000 you owe the Hall Master?"

"Without me, you can still sit here intact and self-righteous? The favor you owe me is more than enough for me to step on you ten times."

"It's you?"

Fu Dajun had a violent fight, and after a review, he recognized Ye Tianlong. The person who rescued him at the school gate was also the person who played with the Queen. He didn't expect that it was this kid who would attack him today, but he was even more furious after he was taken aback. :

"Bad son, you dare to call me benefactor, you adulterer..."

"You think I don't know, you have been spying on Xiaolan's beauty, you want to steal my woman, I tell you, I won't let you succeed."

"Little Lan owes our family love, and the family owes us. She is my person for life, and my ghost for death."

I thought that Ye Tianlong had an intersection with Hall Master Qiu, and he drove a BMW. He was so prominent that he couldn't afford to provoke him.

But thinking of Guo Dongyang behind him and Guo Dongyang's hatred of Ye Tianlong, Fu Dajun shouted again like chicken blood, "I'm dead, and you won't let you touch Xiaolan."

"Army, enough!"

Zheng Xiaolan couldn't bear it: "Don't be ashamed."

"Bitch, do you say that I am ashamed? Do you dare to say that to me for him? When did you start to face him?"

Fu Dajun's voice was stern: "Did you get **** by him? Say, did you sleep with him, bitch, you cuckold me—"

"Snapped!"

Before he finished speaking, Zheng Xiaolan slapped Fu Dajun's face, then rushed out of the crowd with his handbag, tears on his face.

Ye Tianlong didn't speak, but just picked up a jar of vinegar, stuffed it into Fu Dajun's mouth, and then went after Zheng Xiaolan...

"Boy, I won't let you go."

Fu Dajun pulled out the jar and yelled hysterically: "My name is Guo Shao castrate you!"

At this moment, the middle-aged man was still silent, but he gathered up the 10,000 yuan that Ye Tianlong had fallen on the table, and wiped the remaining juice with a paper towel.

Very attentive and serious.