The skill of controlling this sports car is pretty good. Amid the exclamation of the crowd in the opera house, the orange Aston Martin slowed down while constantly adjusting the body, and finally stopped in the most conspicuous position at the entrance of the theater with a tail swinging drift.

A young man in his early 20s walked down the driver's seat of the sports car. He first saw how the sports car was parked, with a smug smile on his face. He especially noticed that the crowd at the entrance of the opera house were looking at him, and his smile became even more arrogant.

At this moment, a crisp and angry rebuke came.

"Wan Xuefeng, are you fucking crazy?"

The first person to speak was Guo Zijing, who was holding Xiong Baizhou's arm.

The young man named Wan Xuefeng was immersed in his superb driving skills. Suddenly, he heard someone scolding him, and he turned his head with an upset look on his face.

However, when Wan Xuefeng saw that it was Guo Zijing, he was stunned for a moment.

"Miss Guo Er actually has time to come and listen to such boring things?" Wan Xuefeng spoke to Guo Zijing, but his eyes were looking at Xiong Baizhou.

Guo Zijing did not answer and stared at Wan Xuefeng with a calm face. She was the main line of the big family. As soon as she expanded her momentum, she really calmed down Wan Xuefeng.

At this time, Xiong Baizhou also recognized who the young man with good facial features and extremely frivolous complexion was.

The famous coal merchant family in Shanxi is, in other words, a rich second-generation who has a mine at home. If China's modern real estate industry is a blood-stained market, then coal mines are the "black gold" accumulated by the lives of workers.

Xiong Baizhou and Wan Xuefeng had never dated, but had met his brother Wan Xuesong. After the family's original wealth accumulation in the early stage, their tentacles extended to all walks of life, including real estate, banks, e-commerce, etc.

After Xiong Baizhou's business grew bigger in his previous life, he met Wan Xuesong, who runs real estate. At that time, Wan Xuesong had completely washed away, and the "Wanguo Real Estate Company" in his hand has even become one of the top ten famous enterprises in China's real estate industry.

However, Xiong Baizhou was not afraid of Wan Xuesong in his previous life, and he grasped the general trend of the times in this life. His wealth accumulation was faster than digging for "black gold". In addition, his accumulation experience was as deep as the bottomless, and he often dealt with people like Li Donglai, Dong Mingzhu, and Ni Runfeng. The domineering Wan Xuefeng was almost as thin as a blank paper in Xiong Baizhou's eyes.

"Let's go, the stage play is about to begin." Xiong Baizhou pulled Guo Zijing's arm and said.

Wan Xuefeng was cool in the air and drifted the vehicle, but there was no accident and did not provoke Xiong Baizhou and his relatives and friends.

In addition, this location is in France, and these rich ghosts, Xiong Baizhou doesn't care. Xiong Baizhou will definitely not stand idly by if it is in China, but the best way to stay away from Wanxue Peak at this moment is to stay away from Wanxue Peak.

Wan Xuefeng's behavior abroad is completely embarrassing the Chinese. In fact, the best way is to stay away quickly, otherwise he will only be despised by the ghosts.

But Guo Zijing is a female hero who dreams of the world. In this situation, she naturally has no choice but to stand up and scold Wan Xuefeng. Moreover, with Guo Zijing's family background, even if Wan Xuefeng is rampant in Shanxi, she knows that this person can't afford to offend him.

At this time, the co-pilot of Wan Xuefeng's sports car walked down another modern girl in a short skirt. When she saw this scene, she said in a whisper: "Young Master Wan, why do anyone dare to mess with you?"

Originally, Guo Zijing came forward, and Wan Xuefeng might not be able to afford to offend him, but Wan Xuefeng felt frustrated under the stimulation of this woman, but he still knew that Guo Zijing was very big and could not touch her.

But it doesn't matter. Guo Zijing can't mess with her. Xiong Baizhou next to her looks very handsome.

Wan Xuefeng first thought about whether there was such a person in the French international student circle. After confirming that he was a strange face, Wan Xuefeng's mouth fought back half-yin and half-yang.

"I heard that Miss Guo Er was looking for a boyfriend in France before. I thought it was a joke, but I didn't expect it to be true, and my body was quite strong."

Xiong Baizhou just smiled calmly. This sentence was a bit sarcastic, but when a conflict occurred in front of these many people, he could only lose face of the Chinese again.

He took Guo Zijing's hand.

"Let's go, the drama has started, and if you are interested in someone like this, you will lose."

Guo Zijing still listened to Xiong Baizhou's dialect very much. She glared at Wan Xuefeng, took Xiong Baizhou's arm and was about to leave here.

As for Wan Xuefeng, he saw that his words had no effect at all, so he couldn't help but add another sentence.

"They are so strong, they are stronger than the coal miners in our family."

This time, Guo Zijing could no longer hold it back, turned around and walked quickly to Wan Xuefeng, raised her hand and slapped her back.

Although Wan Xuefeng did not dare to provoke Guo Zijing, he still dared to hide and block it. Seeing the slap, he smiled frivolously and was about to reach out to block it.

He didn't dare to fight back on his own initiative, and he still remembered the advice of his father and brother. He knew that the Guo family in Hong Kong was more than the Wan family in Shanxi, but he was just raised to block it, but he was caught by another stronger hand.

So, with a clear sound of "pop", the slap slapped on Wan Xuefeng's head.

That's right, the slap slapped him on the head, because Guo Zijing didn't expect the slap to hit him, so she didn't deliberately control her mind.

However, for Wan Xuefeng, slapping the head is even more humiliating than slapping it in the face. This feeling is like a primary school student who has been taught a lesson, powerless and empty.

What made Wan Xuefeng feel like this was Xiong Baizhou who held his wrist.

"I'll fuck you..."

Just as Wan Xuefeng was about to scold him, Xiong Baizhou interrupted him, his voice was still very calm, but under this calm momentum, there was a sharp edge that could burst out at any time.

"Do you still want to get a slap?"

Wan Xuefeng is not a stupid second-generation rich man. At this moment, he saw the majesty shown by his father and brother in Xiong Baizhou, so he kept this national scolding back.

The sexy modern girl covered her cherry mouth in surprise. This is Wan Xuefeng. The underground prince of Shanxi has a prominent identity. Why didn’t the man and woman in front of her slap Wan Xuefeng even feel scared?

The good-good ghost guy saw Wan Xuefeng being beaten, and he even applauded. This humiliation made Wan Xuefeng's eyes turn red in an instant, and he looked at Xiong Baizhou with hatred.

"Why."

Xiong Baizhou sighed in his heart. These ghosts may not be applauding sincerely. Maybe they are still a mentality of watching the excitement. In 1995, any European country looked down on Asians.

"Let's go in."

Xiong Baizhou let go of Wan Xuefeng and walked into the opera hall with Guo Zijing raised her head and chest held her head up.

"Baizhou, why did you help me stop him just now?" Guo Zijing still knew that without Xiong Baizhou, her "woman dream" might not be fulfilled today.

"I'm afraid you will suffer." Xiong Baizhou told the truth.

"Hehe, thank you Bai Zhou."

Guo Zijing hugged Xiong Baizhou's arm tightly and said something like aftertaste.

"I really want to do this feeling of being a hero and righteous person again."

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