Warm Wedding, CEO Loves Me

"Dogshit, you actually dared to peek at my woman!?" "You are f * cking courting death!" Feng Xinglang roared, the second punch whistling through the air.

Lan Youyou\'s guess was right: Feng Xinglang was here to cause trouble.

However, Feng Xinglang\'s second punch did not land on the Italian gambler\'s face.

This person was the telephone pole that had been standing quietly beside him the entire time! His skill truly shocked Feng Xinglang.

It had to be known that even if it was Cong Gang, to directly use his bare hands to catch\'s hook fist, was not an easy task. However, this person forcefully received his hook fist. It seemed like this person\'s skills were above Cong Gang\'s.

In the monitoring room, Ye Xiaonian\'s bloodline was expanding, he had been staring straight at the screen as Feng Xinglang and Lan Youyou were flirting, but suddenly, he changed his attitude, and Feng Xinglang actually started fighting with the Italian.

After the telegraph pole appeared, Ye Xiaonian immediately realised that Feng Xinglang was not that person\'s opponent! Afraid that Feng Xinglang would be at a disadvantage, Ye Nian immediately roared.

"Quick, go get Old Chu and Cong Gang! "Faster!"

Not long later, Old Chu appeared. He was in charge of watching the place.

Beside Old Chu stood two muscular men who looked like thugs. Not too far away, a row of more than a dozen poker faces could be seen.

Cong Gang was not in this row of poker faces.

Old Chu was in his early fifties, but his body was as tough as steel.

"Sir, you aren\'t here to ruin the scene, are you?"

Old Chu asked politely, with a pleasant expression on his face. The arrival of God was the purpose of the club.

Old Chu was very familiar with Feng Xinglang. Familiar to the point that Old Chu wholeheartedly wanted to marry his daughter to Feng Xinglang.

If not for Feng Xinglang\'s obvious disadvantage, Old Chu would not have brought people out. Because he could also tell that Feng Xinglang was not a match for that "telegraph pole".

"This dog is stealing glances at my woman!"

Feng Xinglang still acted as if he was a parvenu. Seeing that Old Chu had brought his men out, he wanted to grab the Italian by the collar. The purpose was to create trouble.

"Sir, isn\'t your woman dressed like this for others to see? Furthermore, she has revealed so much, so why would she need to steal a look? "

Old Chu said seriously. In other words, your woman could already look at him openly!

"Hahahaha..." Old Chu\'s words drew a round of laughter from the crowd.

With Lan Youyou\'s fiery temper, how could he tolerate others humiliating her!

"Old man, are you blind?" Look at all these women, which one of them is dressed no less than I am? Even if I do reveal it, you can\'t look at it! Then, look at how this old lady has dug out your eyes! "

Lan Youyou picked up the chip on the plate in front of him, and threw it towards Old Chu and the rest.

The scene was chaotic!

Taking the chance while Lan Youyou was being rude, Feng Xinglang once again threw a punch towards the Italian. He did not really want to hit the Italian, but wanted to test the speed of the \'telephone pole\' beside him.

The results of the test shocked Feng Xinglang. The speed of this\' telephone pole \'was unimaginable.

Not only was it fast, it was fierce!

Seemingly at the same time, that "telegraph pole" responded with a speed that left no time for one to cover one\'s ears, and struck Feng Xinglang\'s arm that was sent flying.

At that time, Feng Xinglang only felt his own arm go numb, then he felt pain that made his entire body tremble.

"Ugh!" Feng Xinglang let out a dull growl, he had paid the price for his rash test.

Feng Xinglang\'s groan reminded Old Chu that he was injured!

Old Chu immediately had his men surround him, protecting Feng Xinglang behind him.

"Ah Lang, what\'s wrong?"

Lan Youyou cried out in alarm, as she came forward to ask with extreme pain in her heart. She, who did not know the truth, grabbed onto Feng Xinglang\'s injured arm.

"Ugh …" "Ahhh!" Feng Xinglang hissed in pain.

"What\'s wrong, Ah Lang, could it be that his arm is broken?" Lan Youyou panicked and let go of his hand.

"This is great, you\'re about to break it!"

It was really painful! But Feng Xinglang\'s tolerance had always been stronger than ordinary people.

"Is it really broken?" Ah Lang, don\'t scare me. " Seeing that Feng Xinglang was really injured, Lan Youyou\'s voice was filled with tears.

Old Chu came over, and Feng Xinglang immediately looked at him sternly, telling him to ignore him.

Suddenly, Lan Youyou who was just lightly crying just now, suddenly erupted into a tigress. Furthermore, she was a tigress in fury!

"Go to hell! If anything happens to Ah Lang, I will not let you go! "

She rushed forward and aimed her fist at the \'telegraph pole\' that was used to attack Feng Xinglang and gave him a resounding slap!

That resounding and valiant slap caused the entire luxurious hall to turn silent for half a second.

Even Feng Xinglang did not expect Lan Youyou to be so spicy! He had lost to the \'telegraph pole\', but Lan Youyou had provocatively gave him a resounding slap!

This was not the most crucial point!

The thing that shocked everyone the most was that this telegraph pole that had been slapped by Lan Youyou, did not even try to retaliate! The muscles on his resolute face fiercely twitched, stained with a frightening fury. However, it did not erupt in the end!

Feng Xinglang was startled!

Could it be that this person pitied the fairer sex, and couldn\'t kill beauties like Lan Youyou?

Obviously not!

This person should be of the same type as Cong Gang, and definitely not the type that would show mercy to women. When he was playing with the shuttle, Feng Xinglang would occasionally glance at him, and realised that he had never peeked at Lan Youyou\'s beauty.

There was only one possibility, he knew Lan Youyou! And for some reason, he couldn\'t make a move against Lan Youyou.

But looking at Lan Youyou\'s performance in playing cards, she did not even know who this group of people were. He also disdained knowing these people.

It didn\'t matter if Lan Youyou knew them or not! Most importantly, Feng Xinglang was sure that the \'telegraph pole\' that was violently attacking him knew Lan Youyou.

From how he did not retaliate, it could be seen that he had a master-servant relationship with Lan Youyou. Even if it wasn\'t direct, it should be indirect!

Or perhaps, the big fish really appeared behind Lan Youyou!

Because servants like \'telegraph poles\' should be at the top of the food chain, no matter what!

The Italian gamblers did not continue to pester him. After all, Old Chu had the advantage of numbers. After chattering for a bit, they led the group away.

Old Chu was just about to come over to check on Feng Xinglang\'s injuries, but he was stopped by the light in Feng Xinglang\'s eyes. He signaled Old Chu not to reveal his identity.

This was because the game had just begun.