My Fiancee is a Cold CEO

Hearty laughter one after another in the teahouse, like a lion roar, exploded in Ye Chen's ear.

Standing on the side, Yun Mengqi subconsciously covered her ears, with a touch of pain on her face.

The chairs and tables in the teahouse were all rattled by laughter, as if the entire restaurant was about to be taken apart.

Ye Chen squinted his eyes, with a solemn expression on his face.

"Interesting, it's been a long time since I met such a talented young man, Haoxuan was not wronged by you.

Wu Chi looked at Ye Chen with admiration on his face and said, "Even when Ye Tianyun was young, he was far inferior. It is indeed the son of Ye Tianyun and Luo Shihua, the excellent genes of the two big families of Ye and Luo. It's all gathered on you, and the Ye Family is going to be happy."

"Senior is ashamed of this praise."

Ye Chen shook his head and said modestly.

"Good boy, this third trick, you have to be careful."

Wu Chi yelled, and said in a deep voice: "My Wu Chi has fought thousands of times in my life. I created a punch in my life and death called Crazy Fist. This punch is so powerful that even I can control it. I can't help but suppress my strength to the late innate period, and I won't be taking advantage of you."

"Then thank you senior."

Ye Chen raised his hand and said solemnly.

Wu Chi's fame skill is definitely one of the best in the world, even if it is in the same realm, Ye Chen still dare not underestimate it.

As soon as the voice fell, Wu Chi snorted, his right fist clenched, and it became vaguely huge, and then a ray of black true energy emerged above the iron fist.

As Wu Chi's momentum gradually strengthened, Wu Chi's right fist slowly turned red, and then a hot sensation radiated from his fist, and Wu Chi's whole body exuded a madness.

Ye Chen's complexion changed slightly. Ye Chen had seen this fist technique in Xia Haoxuan.

With Xia Haoxuan's strength, this punch is very powerful, not to mention Wu Chi.

"Ye Xiaozi, take this trick."

Wu Chi took a step forward with his right foot, and with a click, the ground trembled as the ground was stepped on, and the cracks centered on Wu Chi and escaped wildly around.

With a boom, Wu Chi's figure instantly disappeared in place, then appeared in front of Ye Chen's eyes, and blasted out with a punch.

Ye Chen's complexion changed, and his figure quickly retreated. In the blink of an eye, he retreated to the edge of the teahouse. He raised his hand and grabbed it, and the water columns rose from the riverside, turning into a crystal sword, and stabled towards Wu Chi.

"These methods can't stop my punch."

Wu Chi grinned, his voice was bold and arrogant, and he threw a fist out of the sky.

A huge roar sounded, and countless crystal swords were blasted to pieces by Wu Chi volley and turned into rain water and fell on the teahouse.

Ye Chen's face changed slightly, he took a deep breath, and the blood in his body rose.

Wu Chi's punch had already locked him down, even if he used the supernatural power of space, it was impossible to avoid him.

Only hard to resist this trick.

"Quiet."

Ye Chen let out a low voice, and his whole body exuded the meaning of death, and just like this, he hit Wu Chi with a volley punch.

Wu Chi's boxing is extremely domineering and contains madness.

Although Ye Chen's fist looked weak, it contained a strong death spirit.

Both are extreme representatives, colliding with each other, producing a huge roar.

Ye Chen's face paled slightly, and his figure retreated three steps before she could stop her figure.

With his physical body, his right fist was also trembling.

Wu Chi is regarded as the first strong man to beat him in a frontal collision.

Wu Chi's face became a little surprised, his eyes were filled with amazement, staring at a clear footprint under his feet in a daze.

The dignified martial artist was defeated.

At the last moment, he didn't restrain his strength, and briefly promoted his breath to Grandmaster Realm.

This was just enough to block Ye Chen's punch.

"What is the name of this punch."

Wu Chi was silent for a while, looking at Ye Chen with a scorching look and asked: "With this punch, no one of the same rank is your opponent."

"Death is the meaning of withering everything."

Ye Chen said with a smile.

"This punch reaches the essence of life, and has touched a trace of Taoism, nirvana, what a nirvana."

A bright color flashed in Wu Chi's eyes and he muttered to himself.

Ye Chen's punch seemed to Wu Chi to open a door, a door leading to a higher realm.

The light in Wu Chi's eyes became brighter and brighter, and the aura on his body became more and more terrifying. It turned out that Ye Chen's punch was extinguished just now.

Ye Chen frowned and turned to look at Yun Mengqi who was hiding in the corner, slightly frightened.

At this moment, Yun Mengqi was already wet by the lake water just now, and the white lace dress clung to her body, highlighting her figure vividly, and Ye Chen's eyes were a little tranced.

"Mengqi, are you all right."

Ye Chen coughed twice, and hurriedly walked over, covering her with a robe.

"I'm fine."

Yun Mengqi's face was slightly pale and said.

"I'll take you home first, it will be a little troublesome if you catch a cold."

Ye Chen frowned and said in a deep voice.

"it hurts."

Yun Mengqi nodded, just about to walk, and then exclaimed, a touch of pain appeared on her face.

Ye Chen lowered his head and saw that the white skirt on Yun Mengqi's leg was bleeding with traces of blood, which was actually injured by the strong wind just now.

"I will hug you and leave."

Ye Chen frowned, before waiting for Yun Mengqi's reaction, squatted down and hugged Yun Mengqi up.

At this time Wu Chi was still thinking, Ye Chen couldn't care about anything else, and quickly hugged Yun Mengqi down to the teahouse.

This old fellow Wu Chi is still in the teahouse, Ye Chen dare not heal Yun Mengqi in the teahouse.

If this old guy is nervous and destroys the agreement of the previous three moves, Ye Chen will have nothing to do.

He carried Yun Mengqi to McLaren's co-pilot, and Ye Chen sat on the main driver and drove towards the city.

"Ye Xiaozi, Xiu wants to run away, fighting the old man for 300 rounds."

Just after walking hundreds of meters away, I heard a loud roar of excitement from behind the tea house.

The corner of Ye Chen's mouth twitched slightly, and his hands shook with fright. He slammed on the accelerator and galloped towards the city.

This lunatic Wu Chi is addicted to martial arts, if he stopped him, it would be difficult to escape today.

This lunatic, Ye Chen is not yet an opponent, fighting him for three hundred rounds is purely looking for abuse.

"Mengqi, where is your home? I'll take you home first."

The vehicle drove into the city, but Wu Chi didn't catch up. Ye Chen looked at Yun Mengqi who was soaked and said in a deep voice.

"No...no, there are paparazzi sneak shots around my house, I can't go back now."

Yun Mengqi shook her head and said softly.

"Then what to do, if you don't change your clothes and take a bath, you can easily catch a cold, and you are injured. The wound must be treated as soon as possible."

Ye Chen frowned and said helplessly.

"Then go to the hotel first."

A blush flashed across Yun Mengqi's face, and she said timidly.

Ye Chen swallowed, looking at Yun Mengqi's shy look, suddenly a little dumbfounded.