"Ah! Handso guy, isn’t this inappropriate?" The young boss lady hesitated and said.
"It’s just a bottle of seasoning." Zhang Xiaohao laughed.
Then he picked up the chopsticks and continued eating.
"Thank you!" the young boss lady expressed her gratitude.
Afterward, holding the small bottle of seasoning, she walked toward the hall, spreading it around, pouring so into the pots of the other people.
"Hey handso, can I borrow a seat here?" Yang Li’er said with a sweet smile.
She thought that with her beauty, the person in front of her would definitely agree.
"The space is too small, there’s no room to sit." Zhang Xiaohao said without turning his head.
He continued eating his spicy hot pot and drinking his beverage.
"Hmm? This voice sounds familiar, and this person looks very familiar, like I’ve seen them sowhere before!" Yang Li’er thought suspiciously.
She carefully examined Zhang Xiaohao’s back, suddenly sticking her eyes to the table, and stared at him seriously.
"Ah! It’s you, bastard!" Yang Li’er exclaid furiously.
This guy was no other than the annoying person she t on the airplane before.
"Oh! It’s you! What a coincidence, beauty! Could this be a fated eting despite the distance?" Zhang Xiaohao teased with a playful tone.
"Hmph! No ghost fate with you!" Yang Li’er pouted.
Recalling how Zhang Xiaohao took advantage of her before on the plane, when she kindly asked him for a seat, he completely ignored her, making Yang Li’er indignant. She directly pulled out a chair and sat down.
Picking up the chopsticks, she didn’t stand on ceremony with Zhang Xiaohao, and directly nabbed a slice of at from the pot, feeding it into her rosy little mouth.
"Jeez! You’re a girl, can’t you be a bit more civilized? Can’t you have a bit of manners? Did I say you could eat?" Zhang Xiaohao retorted.
"Hmph! I don’t need any reason to eat your food!" Yang Li’er replied confidently.
"..." Zhang Xiaohao was speechless.
"Strange! I often eat spicy hot pot here, and although it’s pretty good, it never tasted as shockingly delicious as now. Why does it seem like it’s changed flavor today and is so tasty?" Yang Li’er said, frowning.
"Hehe!" Zhang Xiaohao chuckled smugly.
"What are you laughing at? It’s not like you made it, yet look at how smug you are." Yang Li’er said grumpily.
"Haha." Zhang Xiaohao smiled playfully, continuing to eat his spicy hot pot without explaining.
"Miss, I’ve been noticing you for a while. Give a chance to treat you to a al! You can choose from bird’s nest, abalone, or Australian rock lobster!" Just then, three young n wearing sunglasses strutted over arrogantly.
"Busy! Go play by yourself." Yang Li’er replied without even turning her head.
"Miss, you’re not giving face? Do you know who I am?" Yang Wu said with a cold face.
Yang Li’er raised her head, looking at him with disgust.
"Do I need to know who you are?"
"Miss, you’ve already been poisoned, enamored by that stinky brat and lost your senses! Brothers, help her out and save her from this misery." Yang Wu sneered.
This kind of thing was routine for him; dealing with disobedient girls naturally required so tricks to handle them. As for their male companions, if they dared to interfere, one slap would shut them up! If one didn’t work, then two, they’d eventually figure it out.
"Bastard! Are you just going to stand there and watch get bullied by these people?" Yang Li’er exclaid, embarrassed and angry.
Quickly standing up from the chair, she rushed towards Zhang Xiaohao, hiding behind him.
"Damn! You stinking brat, you dare ddle in my business, you’re looking for death! You two brothers, get over there and hold him down, keep slapping him until he begs for rcy." Yang Wu said coldly.
The two followers cracked their knuckles, shadowed expressions walking towards Zhang Xiaohao.
"Ah! Zhang Xiaohao, they’re coming over! Aren’t you really good at fighting? Hurry up and beat them up!" Yang Li’er urged.
Her two tender, white, and smooth hands tightly grasped Zhang Xiaohao’s clothes, her worried eyes genuinely fearing Zhang Xiaohao might not be their match.
"Why should I help you?" Zhang Xiaohao laughed.
He continued leisurely eating the at slices.
"Damn! You’re too arrogant, you stinking brat, facing death, and you’re still acting tough! Eating spicy hot pot in front of , Yang Wu, damn it, what are you two doing standing there? Hurry up and go!" Yang Wu roared.
Having said that, he pulled out a soft Zhonghua cigarette and started smoking it with a foul expression.
"Get lost——!" Zhang Xiaohao yelled coldly.
His eyes flashed with golden light, and suddenly the two followers approaching him, their eyes showed a montary confusion, then turned woodenly, and with a fierce aura, glared at Yang Wu.
"Damn! What’s with your looks? What are you staring at for? Hurry up and slap him down! Pin him to the ground and beat him until he submits!" Yang Wu roared.
Slap! Slap!
As soon as he finished his sentence, the two followers imdiately rushed up, slapping him hard with a gust of wind, smashing the cigarette into Yang Wu’s mouth.
"Ah!!!" A scream, like slaughtering a pig, resounded from Yang Wu’s mouth, as he jumped in pain hoppity hop on the ground.
Bam bam bam...
Not waiting for Yang Wu to react, the two followers went up again.
With punches and kicks, they thrashed on him intensely, truly ferociously!
Yang Wu looked like a dead dog, rolling back and forth on the ground for a long ti before he finally stopped.
"Throw him out." Zhang Xiaohao said indifferently.
Dealing with such scum, personally lifting a hand would lower his style.
The two followers each grabbed one of Yang Wu’s legs, dragging him coldly toward the exit.
"Ah! Have you two flipped? Wanting to rebel? Why don’t you hurry and let down, damn it!" Yang Wu scread frantically.
Slap slap slap...
The only response was another round of brute fist and foot beatings, as the two followers went up again, smacking him impetuously across his face.
Five minutes later.
Only then did Yang Wu calm down, no longer yelling, letting them drag him outside.
"Hmm? What’s going on? Why are they listening to you? Do you guys know each other? No! If you guys knew each other, they would have recognized you earlier, they wouldn’t have acted like that!" Yang Li’er asked suspiciously.
Zhang Xiaohao slowly took out a napkin, wiped the stains from the corner of his mouth, and lit a cigarette, a Panda.
"Did it feel good to touch?" Zhang Xiaohao said playfully.
"Ah! You’re, you’re talking nonsense! When did I touch you?" Yang Li’er protested.
"Just now! You jumped all over , touched a total of one hundred sixty-two tis! Hmm, as a man, I have to touch back, or else I’d be at a loss." Zhang Xiaohao said seriously.
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