The Fantasy Library Under One Person

"Believe it or not! Believe it or not... I'm going to... I'm going to..." Wang Ai trembled angrily.

"Prepare the car, I'm going to the hospital now!"

"The groups of people who contacted before, let's withdraw..."

067 Please Close Your Eyes When It's Dark (First Update, Please Subscribe!)

"Hahaha, it's really interesting!"

In the Kanhai Hotel, Wei Rong, who had already drank a lot of wine, laughed happily, "Wang Daolin, I used to think that you were sluggish, but I didn't expect that now you have developed into a door-picking lock, and even kidnapped you?"

"Rong'er, you drank too much..." Feng Shayan said speechlessly.

"Hey...hey..." Wang Daolin smirked twice, "People, just can't have a mental cleanliness! People have bullied me and come to my house, how can I treat them well?"

"Just to give them a warning, I've done my best..."

"That's right, that's right! You don't know, I've never done such an outrageous thing since I was a child, it's just so fucking enjoyable... Hahaha!"

Feng Shayan looked at the two drunken treasures in front of her, put her hands on her foreheads, and considered whether to find someone to send them back. "one eight three"

"By the way, Rong'er, I'm a little short of money now. I remember that among our playmates when we were young, who didn't specialize in funds?" Wang Daolin said with narrowed eyes.

"Your father is so rich, how can you be short of money?" Wei Rong sneered.

"Then I can't keep my mouth open, can't I?" Wang Daolin said, "I'm thinking about setting up a fund, and I want one or two hundred million from my father..."

"Well, sister Su Li is now the manager of a private equity fund, and she is in charge of hundreds of millions of funds before she is 20 years old!"

"And Zhang Jijia, who is also the manager of Shen Hai's fund now, I can call them out with just a phone call... just wait..."

"Little girl, can you pretend to be aggressive?"

Suddenly, a soft voice sounded.The door of the private room was pushed open, and a young man with long hair in a delicate suit walked in drunk.

"Su Li? Zhang Jijia? You can call them here with just one phone call?" The man sneered, "If I didn't know them, I would have been really scared!"

"Where are the flies coming out? Get out!"

The one in Wang Daolin's hand was slammed heavily on the table, making a muffled sound.

"What are you talking about?! Brat!" The man was furious, "How much more do you want from your father? Who do you think you are? Wang Jianlin's son?"

Wang Daolin froze for a moment, "Ah, it seems that I am really..."

"Bah! If you're Wang Jianlin's son, I'm still Obama's illegitimate son!" The man said angrily, "Just your clothes, you can take it for 500 yuan, right? Wang Jianlin's son?"

"Obama can't give birth to such a fair son as you!" Wang Daolin stared at him carefully and said seriously.

"Damn it! How dare a dick who wears street clothes dare to tease me?" The man was furious, and he swung his fist at Wang Daolin.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, Wang Daolin slammed the wine bottle on his forehead with quick eyesight and quick hands.

"Damn it, how dare you... hit me..."

His vision was instantly flooded with blood, and he passed out as soon as his eyes went dark.

"Hey, you should rest here tonight. I'll take Rong'er back!" Feng Shayan said while helping Wei Rong who was drunk.

"Brother Daolin, let's continue drinking..."

Wei Rong lay on Feng Shayan's shoulder, yelling like a drunk, but was dragged downstairs.

Wang Daolin took the room card Feng Shayan gave him, found his room with a wobble, opened the door and plopped down.

The moment he lay down, the drunkenness in his eyes dissipated instantly, and his eyes became extremely clear and clear.

"Hey, it's really troublesome..."

Boom!dong dong!dong dong dong!

Suddenly, the knock on the door became more and more urgent.

Wang Daolin was stunned for a moment, "What? Did the guy who was knocked out by me seek revenge?"

Wang Daolin was stunned for a moment, "What? Did the guy who was knocked out by me seek revenge?"

Standing up and gently turning the doorknob, Wang Daolin suddenly saw a pale face.

The guy wore a pair of upside-down buns, bright blush on his pale face, and the clothes on his body were more like the short jacket and trousers worn by country girls decades ago.

That weird appearance is like a paper man burned to the dead during the funeral in the countryside!

"who are you?"

Wang Daolin frowned slightly, "Huh? Not popular?"

The woman just stood there quietly without saying a word.

Bang!

Without further ado, Wang Daolin closed the door.

At this time, the knock on the door rang again.

"Quick! He lives here! Dare to hit me? I'll take off his three legs!" The man who broke into Wang Daolin's private room earlier covered his bloody head and led a group of people to rush over fiercely.