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

Yanai covered his face and cursed.

When I got into the elevator, I couldn't help but complain: "Dad, are you afraid of a person watching the door?" Even if I mess with him, what can he do to me? ”

Yanei's father didn't explain, let alone reveal Qin Huan's identity, as well as his family background that was even fiercer than Yanei.

Qin Hanshan is in the military department, but he is second only to the existence of the four unparalleled.

In the wall, the status is also slightly higher than that of Yanai's father.

His son Qin Huan is a brave and warlike general in Beimang, and the confidant and favorite general of the legend Zhang Xiangbei in Beimang.

What the can he do to you?

He can kill you, do you believe it?

Seeing that his father didn't squeak, Yanai scolded a few more words, and as soon as the elevator door opened, he immediately closed his cute stinky mouth.

The wedding scene was full of guests and friends.

The tables sitting in the far corner, closest to the elevator, were full of Beimang soldiers wearing Beimang military uniforms and being vigorous.

Look at the medals, look at the ones on your shoulders, the level is higher than the other, and the momentum is more vigorous than the other.

Occasionally, when his eyes met, Yanai would be frightened and busy avoiding his gaze.

"All the Beimang high-level people are here?" Yanai muttered, his scalp tingling.

"Can you fucking stop opening your mouth and shut up the fuck?"

The father raised his hand and slapped his son's stomach and lowered his voice to warn: "Can you fucking have some quality?" ”

"Got it..."

Yanai lowered his head and twitched the corners of his mouth.

"Find a kid's table and squeeze it." Daddy raised his hand and said coldly. "Bring your phone."

"What?" The son was cautious.

"If you want to give, you can give." The father directly grabbed his son's mobile phone. "It's long-winded."

"After eating, ask me to get my phone." Daddy admonished. "Say hello to your group of fox friends and dogs, don't shoot a few shots, if you leak something that shouldn't be leaked, no one can protect them."

"Oh..."

Yanai wandered around and found the table of the evil son, five or six children at a table, playing games with mobile phones, chatting with his little girlfriend about voice, taking group photos, and no one was idle.

The evil son was almost squeezed off the table, and his head was accidentally smashed by the child who took pictures, so he didn't dare to squeak with a bad breath.

"How do you sit at the child's table?" Yanai raised his eyebrows and sat down next to the evil son.

The evil boy held his chin leisurely with both hands: "There are no name tags on these tables for children, and there is a radish and a pit on the adult table, so if you go, you have to be driven away?" ”

After that, the evil boy said: "Didn't you see that those people from Beimang are about to sit at the door of the toilet?" ”

Yanai nodded slightly, and asked in a low voice, "Where is your mobile phone?" Take a few videos and post them in the group. ”

The evil boy twitched the corners of his mouth and frowned, "I fell into the toilet when I just peed." ”

"The toilet won't flush your phone, right? You won't pick it up? Yanai asked.

"It's all, you pick it up?" The evil boy is hard-mouthed.

"Didn't you pee? How can it get? "It is possible that the yamen who come out of the wall is unlearned, but the attitude of positive argumentation is still leveraged.

"How the do I know?"

The evil boy who was forced into a corner was a little anxious: "It can't be that a fool didn't rush after shitting?" What a fucking focus you have! ”

"Oh." Yanai nodded slightly.

"Where's your phone? Shoot. The evil boy urged. Little Red is still waiting. ”

"It was confiscated by my dad." Yanai said confidently. "I can't shoot it."

As soon as the evil son wanted to say two words about yin and yang, he glanced at it, and saw his father's knife-like eyes from afar, spit out turbid breath, and held it back.

Seven or eight-year-old children have the right to use mobile phones, and their group of twenty-seven, eight, and thirty-year-old sons and brothers have to have their mobile phones confiscated when they eat a table, and they feel aggrieved when they think about it.

"That's a lot of people." The leader, who had just come out of the toilet, looked at the overcrowded scene, sat on the other side of the evil son, and muttered. "Beimang is too excessive, and it has to be cut."

"Those old things are yelling and cutting every day, and as a result, when they get married, they all come to their mother's knees and lick them."

The evil son can see that these old foxes don't have a word of truth in their mouths, they are all hypocrites in front of them and behind their backs.

Bang!

A deafening sound effect sounds.

In the huge banquet hall, light and shadow converged, and a dazzling high beam narrowed from Yuan Yuan and fell on a young man in a straight suit.

"Radisson and my Jetts!"

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

A subwoofer-like voice shouted out of Brother Zhang's mouth.

Live like a DJ.

Xue Bao, who was sitting in the audience watching the ceremony, snorted and almost fell off the chair.

The gang of bigwigs in the wall who pretended not to see each other, but gathered together to eat, were also supporting their foreheads, pumping and pumping, and their feet were quickly pulled out of the three-bedroom and one living room.

This kid, awkward?

Can you pay attention to your image and identity?

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

Dressed in the most modest military uniform and whistling in the most hooligan.

Backstage, Long Fei grinned and smirked, his blood gushing.

took out his mobile phone, trembled nervously and sent a WeChat message to Ning Zi: "Don't be nervous, I'll marry you home in a while." ”