The max-level host dominates the world with a weak system

When he saw the person clearly, Lao Yang's eyes suddenly lit up, as if two small flames were lit in the dark night, and a look of surprise flashed across his eyes.

Wen Xichen loosened his fingers and wiped his hands on the clothes of the bodyguard behind him in disgust.

Lao Yang had no time to pay attention to this. When he looked at Wen Xichen, it was as if he had seen a savior, his eyes shining.

"Master Wen, are you here to help me?"

Wen Xichen felt as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world. After snorting disdainfully, he looked down at Lao Yang condescendingly, folding his arms with his hands, and a bright smile on his lips.

"What qualifications do you have for me to save you?"

Lao Yang looked at Wen Xichen, and his expression suddenly became extremely ugly.

When the man in the suit saw this, he immediately stepped forward diligently, followed Wen Xichen, and blew rainbow farts in various patterns.

Until Wen Xichen was surrounded and sat at the top position, an incredible idea appeared in the minds of Lao Yang and Yang's father at the same time.

After thinking about this clearly, he looked at Wen Xichen, his eyes cracked, and said word by word: "So, everything is your fault!"

Wen Xichen put one hand on the back of the chair and half-reclined on the office chair leisurely, listening to him say lazily: "Guess it right, no reward."

Lao Yang's blood boiled instantly, and he raised his arm to hit Wen Xichen.

Wen Xichen lightly raised his eyelids, his expression unchanged. When the distance between his fist and Wen Xichen's cheek was only 2 centimeters, Lao Yang seemed to have received a major impact, and his body flew out and hit the wall.

When Father Yang saw his son being injured, the suppressed anger and hatred in his heart slowly emerged. He clenched his fists tightly and rushed towards Wen Xichen like a bloodthirsty wolf.

After a second.

There is one more person hanging on the wall.

Father Yang was getting older after all. After being kicked, he felt cold and painful all over his body, as if he was being bitten by an invisible beast. His limbs were all in unbearable pain, and his body was shaking involuntarily, and his limbs were spasming. , his mouth couldn't help but let out bursts of painful moans.

Wen Xichen tilted his head and said with an innocent expression, "I didn't do anything."

The shareholders immediately understood and quickly helped Wen Xichen to excuse himself.

"Yes, yes, Master Wen did nothing. I didn't see anything."

"Young Master Yang and Mr. Yang, why are you banging yourself against the wall if you have nothing to do?"

"It may be Alzheimer's disease. I suggest sending them to a mental hospital, otherwise they will definitely slander Young Master Wen."

Father Yang, who kept moaning, coughed up a pool of blood.

The corners of Wen Xichen's lips rose, and the curvature felt a little bad.

"Don't really kill people."

The man in the suit took the opportunity to stand up.

"Master Wen, I'm calling an ambulance now."

"No, you drive him there yourself."

Man in suit:? ? ?Do you have to deliver it in person? ? ?

Wen Xichen raised his eyes and glanced coldly at the man in the suit.

"have opinions?"

"No, absolutely not. I promise to do my best to complete the tasks assigned by Mr. Wen."

After sending Yang's father away, there was still an old Yang who was eyeing him.

After being smashed against the wall, it took Lao Yang a long time to recover.

His lips trembled and he said in a hoarse voice: "Compensate."

Wen Xichen:? ? ?

Shareholders:? ? ?

w: [Host, was his brain damaged by the bodyguard? ?Or am I not keeping up with you? ? ? (．?_?)〕

Lao Yang continued to ramble on, listing a series of expenses.

"There are medical expenses, mental loss expenses, medical expenses, nursing expenses, nutrition expenses... (Bara Bala)."