In order to break off the engagement, I made CEO Bingshan cry.

Yanei, who was pinched until his face turned blue, was forcibly dragged away by his father.

Yanei covered his face and cursed.

After entering the elevator, I couldn't help but complain: "Dad, are you afraid of the gatekeeper? Even if I mess with him, what can he do to me?"

Yanei's father did not explain, nor did he reveal Qin Huan's identity or his family background, which was even more powerful than Yanei's.

Qinhan Mountain is second only to the Four Unparalleled Existences in the military headquarters.

His status within the wall is slightly higher than that of his father in Yanei.

His son Qin Huan is a brave and skilled general in Beimang and a close and beloved general of Beimang legend Zhang Xiangbei.

What the hell can he do to you?

He can kill you, do you believe it?

Seeing that his father remained silent, Yanei cursed a few more times. As soon as the elevator door opened, he immediately shut his cute mouth.

The wedding scene was full of guests and friends.

The tables sitting in the corner, closest to the elevator, were filled with powerful Beimang soldiers wearing Beimang military uniforms.

Look at the medals and what is carried on the shoulders. Each one is higher in level and more powerful than the last.

Occasionally when their eyes meet, the yamen will be frightened and avoid looking away.

"All the damn Beimang high-level officials are here?" Yanei muttered, his scalp numb.

“Can you shut the fuck up and shut the fuck up?”

The father raised his hand and punched his son in the stomach, lowering his voice and warning: "Can you have some fucking quality?"

"understood…"

Yanei lowered his head and twitched the corner of his mouth.

"Find a kid's table and squeeze in." Dad raised his hand and said coldly. "Bring me the phone."

"What?" The son was very cautious.

"Give it to you." The father immediately grabbed his son's cell phone. "That's so fucking verbose."

"Come to me to get your phone after dinner." Dad warned. "Say hello to your gang of bastard friends. Don't make blind shots and leak things that shouldn't be leaked. No one can protect them."

"Oh…"

Wandering around the yamen, I found the table where Xixing Gongzi was. There were five or six children on the table. Some were playing games on their mobile phones, chatting with their little girlfriends, and taking group photos. No one was idle.

The evil boy was almost pushed off the table, and his head was accidentally hit by a child taking pictures. He was so stunned that he was holding back his breath and did not dare to say a word.

"Why are you sitting at the children's table?" Yanei raised his eyebrows and sat down next to Mr. Xixing.

Mr. Xiexing rested his chin with both hands leisurely: "Only the children's tables don't have name tags. The adults' table has a carrot and a hole. Don't you have to be kicked away if you go there?"

After saying that, Mr. Xiexing pursed his lips and said, "Didn't you see that those guys from Beimang are almost sitting in front of the toilet?"

Yanei nodded slightly and asked in a low voice: "Where is your mobile phone? Take a few videos and send them to the group."

The evil master twitched the corner of his mouth and frowned: "I just dropped it into the toilet when I peed."

"The toilet won't flush your phone away? You won't pick it up?" Yanei asked.

"It's all stained with shit, you pick it up?" Mr. Xingxing said harshly.

"Didn't you pee? Why did you get feces?" The yamen who came out of the wall may be uneducated, but their attitude of positive argumentation is still strong.

"How the hell do I know?"

The evil young man who was forced into a blind corner was a little anxious: "Can't it be that idiot who didn't flush after taking a shit? What a damn thing you paid attention to!"

"Oh." Yanei nodded slightly.

"Where's your cell phone? Take a picture." Mr. Xie Xing urged. "Xiaohong is still waiting."

"It was confiscated by my father." Yanei said confidently. "Can't take a picture."

Young Master Xiexing was just about to say something sinister and strange when he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw his father's knife-like eyes from afar. He exhaled a foul breath and held it back.

Children as young as seven or eight years old have the right to use mobile phones. It feels aggrieved to think that these young men in their 27s, 30s and [-]s will have their mobile phones confiscated even if they eat dinner.

"There are so many people." The leader who had just come out of the toilet muttered as he glanced at the crowded scene and sat on the other side of the evil master. "Beimang is too high and needs to be cut."

"Those old guys were yelling about cutting it every day, but when they got married, they all came over to kneel and lick it."

Mr. Evil Xing finally understood that these old foxes didn't tell the truth, they were all hypocrites who did one thing in front of their faces and another behind their backs.

Boom!

Deafening sound effects sounded.

In the huge banquet hall, light and shadow merged, and a dazzling high-beam light zoomed in from the source and fell on a young man in a straight suit.

"My Jets from Radisson!"

"Welcome to the wedding of Nicholas Longfei and Beyoncé Ningzi!"

A voice like a subwoofer came out of Brother Zhang's mouth.

Like a DJ.

Xuebao, who was sitting in the audience watching the ceremony, almost fell off his chair with a gasp.

The big guys inside the wall, who pretended not to see each other but gathered together to have a feast, were also holding their foreheads and twitching, and their feet were digging out of the three rooms and one living room.

Is this kid acting awkward?

Can you pay attention to your image and identity?

But the Beimang army stood up and cheered, waving flags and shouting.

Wearing the most serious military uniform and blowing the most hooligan whistle.

Backstage, Long Fei grinned and his blood surged.

He took out his cell phone and sent Ning Zi a WeChat message trembling with nervousness: "Don't be nervous, I will marry you home soon."