Glamour star

Chapter 134 Xiao Sheng Who Can't Play Games
Yang Fan was angry. It was the first time he was angry. Someone dared to call Wang Meili a young mistress in front of him. This was an insult to him.

Didn't take him seriously at all.

Wang Meili's complexion was not good, he knew that the man in sunglasses and suit in front of him was Xiaosheng's bodyguard, and generally the young masters and ladies of big families had bodyguards to follow.

And these bodyguards are basically warriors, skilled masters.

The man felt the anger emanating from Yang Fan, and sneered: "What? Does my calling my young mistress have something to do with you?"

Yang Fan said coldly: "Lili is my girlfriend now, not someone's young mistress."

The young man with flat hair and sunglasses glanced at Yang Fan and said with a light smile, "Hey, where did this turtle come from? Are you impatient? How dare you rob a woman from my young master and seek death."

Wang Meili tugged at Yang Fan's sleeve, then looked at him and shook her head, meaning to calm him down.

Yang Fan really calmed down, arguing with such a person in the square is really boring!
"Go away, I don't want to talk nonsense with you."

Yang Fan snorted coldly, pulling Wang Meili to enter the Internet cafe.

The young bodyguard's expression turned cold, "Boy, I think you're looking for death."

Yang Fan sneered: "I think it's you who is courting death."

The crew-cut bodyguard glanced left and right, and loosened his clenched fists. There are too many people here to fight.

Their warriors must keep a low profile in the secular world, otherwise someone will find them.

They are bodyguards and don't want to be bothered.

But the young master will never let this kid go.

Not on the surface, but in private.

"Boy, you have guts. I won't argue with you for now, but I can guarantee that you are finished. You are really finished."

After the crew cut bodyguard finished speaking, he continued to guard the gate.

The other gatekeeper also sneered at Yang Fan.

Yang Fan really didn't care, he was just a clown.

Now he can hit a hundred like this.

Wang Meili feels very at ease about Yang Fan's domineering, and feels that she will be safe as long as he is by his side.

After entering the Internet cafe, the female network manager immediately greeted her, and then quietly pointed to one of the boxes.

"Sister Meili, it seems that some troublemakers came here today. A few people in suits and sunglasses came in the box, and there was a man wearing a famous brand, who looked bad, and drove away all the players in the box. Yes, very arrogant."

The female network manager said that she didn't even like the one wearing a famous brand.

Wang Meili was a little funny.

He nodded and said, "I see, you should be busy."

Wang Meili looked at Yang Fan and asked, "What should we do now?"

Yang Fan shrugged his shoulders: "Go in and have a look, and see what this person is capable of."

Wang Meili nodded, anyway, this is her Internet cafe, what are you afraid of?
So the two went directly into the box without knocking on the door.

The other party is here to pick things up, so why be polite.

The box is not big, but enough to accommodate a dozen people.

Two bodyguards were standing inside, and the other four were playing games.

The other one was wearing a famous brand, with a frivolous face and a full of dandyism.

"Damn it, can you bastards know how to play? A blind man can play like you, so he might as well bump into a pig."

"And you, playing a mid laner and dying three times in a row, is there something wrong with your IQ? You won't be wretched under the tower?"

"It's really a waste of raising you trash. You can't do anything, and you can eat whatever you want. I really want to beat you up to relieve your anger."

The faces of several bodyguards were all flushed. They didn't know whether they were ashamed or angry, and they dared not speak.

They also take a look at the bottom lane from time to time, playing Delevingne who can't pick up an axe.

However, several bodyguards dare not say a word.

This young master has a violent temper. If he is angered, he will really kill people.

"Okay, surrender, counting on you trash, you can't win a game." Xiao Sheng said angrily.

A few bodyguards hurriedly ordered yes, brushed, brushed, five green frames.

"Go out and see if that bitch is here. I'll play alone. I'm so angry when I see you now. You're really a bunch of trash. You can't even play games. What use are you guys for?"

The bodyguards didn't even dare to fart, and they could only breathe a sigh of relief by leaving here immediately.

This young master is too difficult to serve.

Just about to go out, Yang Fan and Wang Meili came in.

Xiao Sheng was still upset about losing the game. When he saw someone coming in without knocking on the door, he said angrily, "Who dares to come in without my young master's order? You want to die."

When he was about to order the bodyguards to throw the short-sighted person out, he glanced at it from the corner of his eye, and it turned out to be the Wang Meili he had always fantasized about.

Immediately, the hostility was suppressed, and the cloudy face turned sunny, and suddenly turned into a smile.

"It turned out to be beautiful. I thought it was a cat or a dog. I'm sorry. I'm definitely not scolding you. Don't take it to heart."

Xiao Sheng immediately got up and apologized with a smile, and went forward to hold Wang Meili's hand.

At this moment, a figure stood in front of Xiao Sheng, looking down at him with no expression on his face.

Yang Fan is now 1.8 meters tall, and the sound of Xiao is about 1.7 meters.

So one shoulder higher.

"Which bastard are you? How dare you be my young master? You want to die." Xiao Sheng looked up at Yang Fan and said in a deep voice.

As he said that, he glanced at the bodyguard standing beside him and shouted: "You trash, haven't you seen someone provoking this young master? Hurry up and get him out of here."

Several bodyguards responded in unison: "Yes, young master."

Then he stepped forward and grabbed Yang Fan's arm to throw him out.

Yang Fan stayed where he was now, glanced coldly at the bodyguards, and crossed his arms.

Several bodyguards first wanted to clamp Yang Fan up, and then carried him out.

But it can't be lifted at all.

It was as if roots had taken root under Yang Fan's feet, and they couldn't lift them at all.

After looking at each other, they both saw the surprise in their eyes.

They are warriors, how could they not be able to lift an ordinary person?

Even if this young man's feet are really rooted, they can still lift them up.

So they all tried their best to lift Yang Fan up again.

But still useless.

One of the bodyguards said in surprise: "Are you a warrior?"

Yang Fan stared at them without saying a word.

Even Xiao Sheng felt that this person was a little different.

Although he often scolded a few bodyguards, he would take them with him every time he went out, because they were warriors and were full of martial arts.

Now a few martial artists with martial arts can't lift an ordinary person.

That can only explain one problem, this person is also a warrior, and his strength is still higher than that of several bodyguards.

Really strange.

Are there such masters in the secular world?
Xiao Sheng put away his hostility. Although he is a dude, he is not without brains.

He felt that he might have hit a hard fork.

"Who are you? What do you want to do?" Xiao Sheng asked with a frown.

Yang Fan looked at him lightly and said, "Don't you know how to play games? You don't even know me?"

"you are?"

"You're still talking about others at your level. You can't even pick up an ax when you play Draven. You are such a waste. I think you should stop playing in the future, so as not to insult this game." Yang Fan said unceremoniously, Ling Xiaosheng's expression became ugly.

(End of this chapter)