"Boy, stop meddling in other people's business!"

"This is a personal grudge between me and Zhang Hao, it has nothing to do with you!"

Fan Jian said indifferently.

He was targeting Zhang Hao.

Moreover, the purpose of angering Zhang Hao was to send him to prison.

Because I had hatred towards him before.

First, he bought fake antiques from his own antique shop, and got a huge compensation for one counterfeit and ten for one.

Later, he won the traditional Chinese and Western medicine competition, which caused my father's hospital business to plummet, and he lost more than 100 million yuan in income every month.

Now it is learned that he obtained a chicken head worth tens of billions.

Very meow.

The more I think about it, the angrier I get.

Therefore, even if he is beaten, he must be sent to prison.

I would rather injure myself by eight hundred than injure the enemy by one thousand!

Da Zhuang laughed and said: "Fuck! We are good brothers who share the same love as brothers."

"His business is my business, do you think it matters?"

Fan Jian ignored Da Zhuang and provoked Zhang Hao again.

"Zhang, you are such a coward, I..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted loudly by Da Dang.

"Fan Jian!"

Fan Jian was slightly stunned and asked subconsciously: "What are you doing?"

Da Zhuang grinned: "I am your father."

Fan Jian stared: "What did you say!"

Da Zhuang turns on the mad rage mode.

"I said I am your father."

"Why, didn't your mother tell you?"

"You really live up to your name, you are a bitch!"

"Look at what you look like, who's pigsty door was left open and you escaped."

"I wish that you will be infertile and have many children and grandchildren. You can only rely on the help of your brothers."

"I shouldn't have given birth to you in the first place. I just threw my head against the wall."

…

The more Da Zhuang talks about it, the worse it gets.

The words he spoke were like bullets fired, stimulating Fan Jian's angry nerves.

joke.

Sharing the same bed with Zhang Hao's classmate for three years was not in vain.

When it comes to fighting people, I have learned his true story.

Fan Jian was angry.

The kind that can't be coaxed.

As the saying goes, don't slap someone in the face when you hit someone, don't scold someone when you scold someone.

This is a person's bottom line.

If the bottom line is touched, no one can forgive it!

"I, I, I am a fool!"

Fan Jian held it in for a long time and only said one quintessence of Chinese culture.

Although very angry.

But now I can't think of anything else except this sentence.

Da Zhuang smiled disdainfully.

"Shark Arm."

"Didn't you scold you very loudly just now? Why are you suddenly constipated?"

"Your mother must have had a difficult labor when she gave birth to you."

"It's deforming your head."

"It's pointed at the top and rounded at the bottom. It looks like an onion."

"Could it be that you weren't born? You were pulled out?"

"Hahaha~"

"Your dad is laughing so hard."

Fan Jianqi's face turned red.

His eyes were even bloodshot.

He has completely lost his mind.

"Grass mud horse!"

"If you try to curse again, I will kill you!"

Da Zhuang is fearless and smiles even brighter.

Seeing Fan Jian angry, his goal was achieved.

The reason for doing this.

In addition to venting his anger for Zhang Hao.

More importantly, I want to make money with my brain.

"Get rid of your donkey dung eggs."

"You are so rude to me, please try touching me!"

"Your grandpa has to hand me a cigarette when he sees him."

"When your dad saw me, he knelt down and sang Conquer."

"When your mother saw me, she knelt down and licked me..."

"grass!"

Fan Jian really couldn't listen anymore.

Without saying a word, he punched Da Zhuang and rushed towards him.

Da Zhuangjian smiled and said: "You can hit him, but don't slap him in the face."

"Brother Hao, please don't interfere."

"Whoever comes over to break up the fight will make me anxious."

"Gaga~ Here comes the opportunity to make money~"

The next moment, Fan Jian rushed in front of Da Zhuang and started fighting with fists and kicks.

Crackling~

Boom, boom, boom.

He just beat Da Zhuang and still wasn't relieved.

In his rage, he even used the ashtray on the table.

Bang!

There was a muffled sound.

Fan Jian picked up the ashtray and hit Da Zhuang on the head.

Immediately, blood flowed down Da Zhuang's face.

Suddenly, Fan Jian was stunned.

Damn it!

It was too heavy a blow.

If someone loses his life, he will be dead as well.

Zhang Hao on the side was also stunned.

I thought Fan Jian was just doing it, but he didn't expect to use an ashtray.

Although he was close, there was no time to stop him.

At this time, Zhao Yong rushed in front of Da Zhuang.

He quickly asked: "Dazhuang, are you okay?"
To be continued...