Conquer the beautiful president

"Are you drinking?"

Chen Feng looked at Ouyang Ruolan opposite and asked.

The hot pot was a bit spicy, and at this moment Ouyang Ruolan's forehead and nose tip had a fine layer of sweat, and her face was slightly flushed.

"Ah."

Ouyang Ruolan bowed her head and answered.

"Beer or liquor?"

Chen Feng continued to ask.

"White."

Ouyang Ruolan raised her head and looked at Chen Feng, her eyes seemed to have made some kind of determination.

"Boss, a bottle of burning knives."

Chen Feng turned his head and said to the fat boss.

"Okay, come right away."

The fat boss recovered from his distracted state and quickly responded.

After a while, the fat boss came over with a half-jin bottle of Shaodao and two glasses, and put them on Chen Feng's table.

"This wine is strong, drink less."

The fat boss smiled and reminded Chen Feng kindly.

Chen Feng took the burning knife and cup with a smile, and replied, "Thank you."

When the wine bottle was opened, a scent of grain wafted out. It smelled good, but a bit pungent.

The wine is good, but a bit strong.

Chen Feng picked up the burning knife, got himself a big glass of white wine, and then poured another glass for Ouyang Ruolan.

Ouyang Ruolan picked up the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp. The spirit rushed down her throat, and she couldn't help coughing a few times.

"Drink slowly, don't get drunk—"

Chen Feng looked at Ouyang Ruolan with concern.

Ouyang Ruolan's fair face turned red, and she said to Chen Feng with a smile like a flower:

"Don't worry, I drink very well."

Chen Feng smiled and didn't say anything. Ouyang Ruolan's drinking capacity is indeed good. He knew it since the last time he accompanied her to the bar for a drink.

The two of them didn't continue talking, they quietly ate the best hot pot and drank the strongest burning knife.

After a while, there were still only two customers in Little Sheep Hot Pot restaurant, Chen Feng and Ouyang Ruolan.

Chen Feng couldn't help looking at the fat boss with a depressed expression, and asked suspiciously:

"Boss, your mutton hot pot is good, and the wine is authentic, why is the business so deserted?"

The fat boss withdrew his thoughts when he heard the words, glanced at Chen Feng, sighed, and said with a wry smile:

"Originally, the business of my hot pot restaurant was really good. It was full of customers every night, and the business was very prosperous. But recently, a group of hooligans appeared in the vicinity, and they often came to me to collect protection fees. If you don't give them, they will make trouble. I don’t want to pay them protection fees, so they come to my shop every now and then to trouble me. Once or twice is fine, but the number of times is too many. Customers feel that the dining environment of my hot pot restaurant is not good, so gradually fewer people come again gone."

"Did you not call the police?"

Chen Feng looked at the fat boss with a bitter face and asked.

"It's useless. Their boss, Brother Yang, seems to be related. I searched for it a few times but it didn't work. Instead, I got revenge from them."

The fat boss said helplessly.

"Brother Yang? Which Yang—"

crunch--

Just as Chen Feng wanted to ask who the fat boss, Brother Yang, was, at this moment, a sharp brake sound suddenly came from the street in front of the hotpot restaurant.

The fat boss thought that a customer had come to the door, and made an apologetic gesture to Chen Feng, and then quickly got up to greet him.

Four men in black tunic suits jumped out of a black Mercedes-Benz sedan.

"Welcome, welcome, what do you want to eat?"

The fat boss asked with a smile.

"Find someone."

A man with an ordinary appearance and a mole on his chin said first.

"Who are you looking for?"

The fat boss looked at this group of people strangely.

The men in black didn't continue to talk to the fat boss, but went straight into the hot pot restaurant, scanned the shop, and then stopped in front of Chen Feng's table.

Ouyang Ruolan put down her chopsticks and looked at Chen Feng worriedly, not knowing what was going on.

Chen Feng gave her a reassuring look, then took a sip of the wine, and continued to eat the hot pot calmly.

The man with the mole looked at Chen Feng and asked blankly, "Are you Chen Feng?"

"it's me."

Chen Feng looked up at the men in black and replied.

He could feel that there was a strong military atmosphere in every move of these men in black, and their eyes were shining brightly, so their strength should be good.

If he guessed correctly, these people should be the most elite special forces in the army.

Of course, it's definitely not Fan Qingming's kind of young soldier who sleeps around and dawdles around.

"Take a trip with us."

The man with the mole said coldly without any emotion in his tone.

"We know each other?"

Chen Feng was even more strange. After returning to China, he kept a low profile. He could count on one hand the people he had offended. It was impossible to provoke these people from the military.

"Take a trip with us."

The man with the mole repeated it again, but his tone was colder and commanding.

The mud bodhisattva is still angry!

Chen Feng was happily eating hot pot with his sister, and while chatting, a few men in black came out out of nowhere, and asked him to follow without saying a word, as if he was a three-year-old child with two Can you coax me away with just a few words? !

By the way, they seem to have not coaxed themselves!

Chen Feng raised his guard against the men in black in his heart, squinted his eyes and said angrily: "Can't you see that I am eating hot pot with my friends? If you have something to say, get out if you have nothing to do."

"You'd better come with us."

The tone of the man with the mole already carried the tone of Hong Guoguo.

"Hey, let me tell you, comrades, are you looking for the wrong person? My customers have already said that they don't know you. Why do you let others go with you?"

Before Chen Feng could speak, the fat boss beside him couldn't stand it anymore.

"Don't meddle in your own business."

The man with the mole glared at the fat boss and said coldly.

"Hehe—it's kind of crazy, this is my shop, they are my customers, what do you mean by running out out of nowhere and trying to take my customers away?!"

The fat boss thrust his waist, and said very dissatisfied.

It is rare to have a table business, and today he has to protect the only table of customers no matter what.

"If you don't leave, we will have to ask you to leave."

When going out, the people above explained that they only take Chen Feng away and don't affect other people, so the man with the mole didn't do anything to him when he saw the fat boss blocking him.

"If you don't leave, I will have to call the police!"

The fat boss countered the threat without fear.

"------"

The man with the mole glanced at the fat boss, not wanting to be troublesome, so he didn't speak, but directly gestured to the two men in black beside him.

The two men in black didn't say a word after seeing the gesture of the man with the mole. Without saying a word, they stepped forward to attack Chen Feng, intending to take him away by force.

The fat boss is also stubborn. Seeing the men in black ignoring him and wanting to take his customers away by force, he quickly stepped forward to block Chen Feng, and shouted at the men in black:

"As long as I'm here today, no one can take away my customers!"

!!