Chapter Seventy-Eight: The Betrothal Ceremony
"Leng Feng! Save me! She cried out, tears welling up in her eyes.
Seeing Xiaobai being bullied, Leng Feng's eyes widened angrily, grabbed Li Liguo's collar, and went up with a punch, which made him look like gold stars, and then flew up again, Li Liguo fell to the ground in an instant, slowly struggled, and covered his stomach in pain.
"A good man spares his life, a good man spares his life!" Li Liguo couldn't help but beg for mercy.
"Brother Feng, I'll clean up this bastard, you go take care of Miss Xiaobai!" Zhang Yue said.
Leng Feng nodded, took off his coat, covered Xiaobai's upper body, and said distressedly: "I'm sorry, I'm late and let you be wronged, I'm sorry." β
She was disheveled, her body was covered with dirt, and her dexterous eyes became a little dull because of the fright just now, Leng Feng's heart ached, and he wanted to break Li Liguo's body into pieces.
Su Xiaobai couldn't control herself anymore, all the grievances, all the feelings broke out in an instant, she hugged Leng Feng tightly and sobbed involuntarily.
He gently patted her on the back and comforted, "It's okay, it's okay, from now on, I won't let anyone bully you again!" I swear. β
"Brother Feng, how to deal with this person?" Zhang Yue had already tied Li Liguo with a rope.
"Send him to the Public Security Bureau, this kind of person must not let him go." Leng Feng hated it so much that his teeth itched.
"It's not a good place to stay for long, let's go."
Leng Feng helped Xiaobai, and Zhang Yue pushed Li Liguo and walked out the door.
As soon as a few people walked out of the door, they were caught in the middle by a group of big men, and a stuffy stick smashed at Su Xiaobai, Leng Feng protected Xiaobai without thinking about it, the stuffy stick smashed on the back of his head impartially, a huge feeling of dizziness came to his face, his legs were weak, and the whole person slipped to the ground like that.
"Leng Feng, Leng Feng!"
"Brother Feng, Brother Feng!"
Three months later.
There's a banquet tonight.
With a gorgeous ballroom, bright lights, a dazzling array of drinks and pastries, and waiters constantly shuttling in between, the so-called banquet of the upper class was grandly held tonight at the Star Hotel.
This is the annual meeting being held by Pengrun Group, the heads of the political and business circles of Qingcheng City, and the famous families are all present, the lights are bright, the crowds are crowded, and it is a lively and peaceful scene.
In the center of the ballroom, a girl in a pink dress is dancing, her dance partner is a young man dressed in white, the waltz steps run smoothly in a slow three-beat dance music, like a continuous wave, coupled with the girl's soft and dexterous tilting, swinging, reflexive and spinning movements and various graceful shapes, it looks both solemn and elegant, stretching and generous, but also gorgeous and elegant. The two of them cooperate tacitly, this girl is as beautiful as a fairy, and there is an indescribable charm between her eyebrows. The onlookers whispered from time to time, and many men stared at the girl's wonderful figure unscrupulously, as if they wanted to eat her in one bite.
"Who is this woman, why haven't I seen it before!" Chen Tianyou took a glass of whiskey and asked Li Chenxing, who was also a rich second generation, to the girl next to him, but his eyes never left the girl in the middle of the dance floor.
"Why is this girl so naΓ―ve, why, have an idea? I'm not idle outside the house, and I'm not honest! Li Chenxing had a wicked smile on his face, the two had the same smell, especially when they saw a beautiful woman, they must not let it go!
"Let's play with girls!" Chen Tianyou's heart rose again.
"The man next to her is Leng Feng, the son of Tiansheng Group, don't mess around!" Li Chenxing reminded.
"Aren't you just a fool? I'm still afraid of him? Chen Tianyou said disdainfully.
"Don't say it, although his head is not good, he is really good at dancing."
"Typical well-developed limbs and simple mind, you don't even understand this?"
At the end of the song, the audience erupted in thunderous applause, this girl is not only fluttering, but also has excellent dancing skills, and is by no means an idle person.
Han Ziyu looked at Leng Feng and Su Xiaobai, who were intoxicated with dancing in the middle of the stage, and her eyes erupted with resentful flames.
Today is obviously the engagement ceremony between her and Chu Yihuan, why did the two of them become the focus of attention?
As if seeing what she was thinking, Chu Yihuan, who was dressed in a suit and leather shoes next to her, said: "If they are willing to show affection, let them show it, anyway, Leng Feng has become a fool now, why are you angry?" β
"You still say, if it weren't for you, he wouldn't have become a fool." Han Ziyu felt uncomfortable when she mentioned it.
"My dear, why do you blame me again, I'm all for you! Besides, how many times have I explained this matter to you, at that time, they were obviously going for Su Xiaobai, but they didn't expect Leng Feng to rush over, it was purely an accident. β
"Forget it, it's already happened, it's useless to say anything. At that time, if he hadn't insisted on leaving me and choosing that woman, he wouldn't have come this far. β
"It's best if you think so. It's because he hasn't been blessed, and now he's come to this point, and he's all to blame! Chu Yihuan said: "Let's go, it's time to get ready to go on stage." β
Han Ziyu followed Chu Yihuan to the other side of the stage, but involuntarily glanced in the direction where Leng Feng and the others were, only to see that Su Xiaobai and Leng Feng had already walked out of the dance floor and came to the catering area, Su Xiaobai brought a glass of juice for Leng Feng, and took out a tissue to wipe his sweat for him, Leng Feng gently touched Su Xiaobai's face, and showed a silly smile at her.
Today's annual meeting of Pengrun Group is also the engagement ceremony of her and Chu Yihuan.
Chu Jiang and his wife Wu Mei, Han Yueping and his wife Jiang Bihua naturally attended in full costume, and as the heroes and heroines of the engagement ceremony, Chu Yihuan and Han Ziyu were the focus of attention.
Han Ziyu's shoulders were half exposed, a pure-colored ruby on her chest exuded a faint halo, and the long long earrings of the same color moved slowly with the gently moving lotus steps, lining the skin like congealed cream. The curved bandeau makes the slim waist seem to be unbearable, and the high black bun complements the bright red gown, outlining the perfect curves. She snuggled in Chu Yihuan's arms, with a sweet smile on her face.
Acting has to play a full set, no matter whether she loves Chu Yihuan or not, and no matter who Chu Yihuan loves in her heart, but from today on, she is Chu Yihuan's wife and the daughter-in-law of the chairman of Pengrun Group.
Chu Yihuan stood in the middle of the stage, smiling, nodding and greeting, accepting the greetings of everyone present. His sharp eyes were full of calm and arrogance, and he exuded a strong force that was arrogant to the world.