Chapter: 881

Mengmeng's childish and pleasant singing voice is refreshing and sweet.

Hearing these words, Zi Yan had inexplicable daydreams in her heart. She wanted Mengmeng to grow up happily, but also wanted Mengmeng to always be a child, because children will be carefree, and when they grow up, they will not be careless. It will be like this, which is also a kind of complicated emotion of parents.

After thinking for a few seconds, Zi Yan shook her head lightly, she no longer thought about these emotional things, she is also a very optimistic person.

There was a little bit of affection in the beautiful eyes, and she glanced at Zhang Han, then held Mengmeng's small palm with both hands, and the big hand held the small hand, shaking slightly with Mengmeng's singing.

Life like this is really good now.

Zi Yan was satisfied in her heart, she was very lucky to meet such an excellent Zhang Han.

When the song is halfway through.

Sudden.

Two black Jeep Compass stopped in front of the restaurant.

A group of five men got out of the car, and the leader was a thin man in a suit, holding a red paper that looked like a certificate in his hand. After getting out of the car, he glanced at the signboard of the restaurant, and spat on the ground next to him in disgust. Then he ran to the door of the restaurant.

Um?

Zhao Feng observed them for the first time, seeing their expressions, Zhao Feng frowned slightly, got up and walked out quickly.

When they had just taken three or four steps forward, Zhao Feng pushed the door out, walked up to them, and said coldly:

"Not business hours."

"Hehe, do you think we're here for dinner? Who cares so much!" The thin man in the suit sneered, handed over the paper in his hand, and said, "This is the letter of challenge from Chef Lu Chao of our Aislin restaurant. We have already invited many media and celebrities, I hope you will not lose too hard tomorrow!"

While speaking, the man slapped the gauntlet in his hand to Zhao Feng's chest.

However, when he just moved, Zhao Feng grabbed his wrist and exerted a little force.

The thin man's face turned red, and he cried out in pain: "Oh, it hurts, shit! Let go, let go, let go quickly."

At this time, the few people who followed the man wanted to help, but seeing Zhao Feng's cold and stern gaze, they suddenly felt chills physically and mentally, and dared not move.

When Zhao Feng was a member of the underground forces, he had the aura of a prince, which made people feel intimidated, but now that he has been promoted to a dark warrior, his aura is even more oppressive.

Just like when he came to the restaurant to face Zhang Han's indifferent gaze, the pressure made others dare not act rashly.

"If you dare to say a dirty word, I will cut your tongue!"

Zhao Feng stared at the man in the suit coldly.

"Tuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Seeing this, Zhao Feng took the gauntlet with his left hand, and let go of his wrist with his right hand.

As soon as he let go of his hand, the man in the suit covered his left wrist with his right hand. After taking a look, he found a bruise on his wrist, which caused him pain and hatred in his heart.

"roll!"

Zhao Feng frowned and said coldly.

If it wasn't for the joyful play in the restaurant, then he would have let the few people in front of him know the fate of spraying manure with his mouth full.

The men in suits didn't dare to say anything after hearing the words, they walked back to the parking space in desperation, got into the car, and when they were about to drive away, the co-driver, the man in suits, pointed at Zhao Feng through gritted teeth.