The City's Invincible Soldier King

"Ugh."

A heart-wrenching vomiting sound came out from the washroom, causing quite a few women to be unable to hold themselves back.

"Why are you so unhygienic?"

The young master looked at Chen Gefeng who was puking and said angrily, "I hate dirty men the most."

As soon as he finished speaking, junior master suddenly raised his right foot, and stepped heavily on Chen Gefeng's back, not giving him the slightest opportunity to stand up.

The crowd was completely speechless.

Talk about hygiene, talk about your sister!

From the beginning to the end, have you given others a chance to speak nicely?

Since he had such a wife, he might as well just die.

After a long while, Chen Gefeng finally recovered from his shock and threw caution to the wind.

"Damned woman, kill me if you have the guts, or else I'll do my best to take revenge on you."

The Junior Martial Uncle suddenly raised his right foot and stepped on the back of Chen Gefeng's head, causing his entire face to come into close contact with Chen Gefeng's stinky vomit.

"hengtai Group, welcome to the Chen Family for your revenge."

"Ugh."

This extremely disgusting scene caused quite a few women to be unable to hold back any longer, and they quickly rushed out of the bathroom.

The remaining people couldn't help but buzz as they discussed amongst themselves.

The hengtai Group was a super business group ranked in the top ten of China. Its total assets were a tier higher than the Chen Family's billionaire group.

Fatty's goal had always been to quietly be a handsome grave robber and steal the world's most famous tomb, taking away one or two of the most valuable things in it.

Business was just a hobby of Fatty's, but it turned out to be a bountiful harvest.

Because they loved each other and every one of them dared to stake their lives, this damn fatty became the most important case that could shake the world. He finally sat at the head of the tomb robbing world.

Because he did not love her, that damn fatty would never fuss about it. In the end, because of his magnanimity and magnanimity, he unexpectedly won over a large number of top career elites that were loyal to him. As a result, that damn fatty accidentally became extremely rich.

The wealthiest shopkeeper was referring to that damn fatty.

However, the damn fatty did not want to become famous in the business world, he did not want to be implicated by reputation. He only wanted to quietly become the number one tomb robber in China, and then he split his wealth among different people.

As a result, although the fatty's personal wealth was extremely valuable, but in the business world, he was never heard of. However, no matter how much he was split up, it would never be able to hide the truth of the hengtai Group.

Chen Gefeng did not dare to be arrogant anymore. On one hand, the hengtai Group was too arrogant, and on the other hand, he wanted to eat his own vomit.

Finally, Junior Martial Uncle was too lazy to take care of Chen Gefeng anymore.

"Junior Martial Nephew, Martial Uncle is waiting for you on the roof."

The Junior Martial Uncle crooked his finger at Long Lin and rushed out of the side hall like a whirlwind.

Long Lin's hair stood on end once again.

He couldn't afford to offend his Junior Martial Uncle, nor could he avoid his Junior Martial Uncle.

"Wait here for me." Long Lin looked at the mint, and said with a bitter smile.

"I want to go too." She giggled and said, "I need to find Junior Master to properly learn the ways of the imperial prince."

"You don't want it?" Long Lin laughed even more helplessly.

Although the Junior Martial Uncle was no longer young, he still had the occasional crazy child's illness.

Long Lin went over alone and quietly took a beating. After a casual beating, his Junior Master would lose interest and show mercy. If he went over there, his Junior Master would definitely beat him up even more vigorously.

Not to mention the fact that mint is an illogical player.

If these two crazy people get together, they will definitely screw him up.

"No, I must go." "You dare to not play with me, I will have no choice but to play with you."

En.

"Sister Elegant, let's go have fun together?"

"Go, of course we have to go. Sister Elegant admires Senior. Sister Elegant has decided to view Senior as her only idol in the future."

Sister Easy's bold words made the man who was used to being bullied shudder.

The appearance of the Junior Martial Uncle made all of the females vomit. They could no longer continue with the reunion.

The customer was important.

Ye Hui and Li Yuanyuan didn't have the heart to entertain the classmates that they had invited over, so they helped Chen Gefeng up from his left and right.

"Chen Dong, are you alright?" Li Yuanyuan didn't even take out the napkin, endured the urge to vomit, and quickly used his sleeve to wipe the vomit on Chen Gefeng's face.

The filth of the scene made it impossible for anyone to look directly at it.

"Ugh …"

The remaining strong women all started to vomit.

"Ugh …"

Influenced by the girls, Chen Gefeng couldn't hold back.

Sour and rotten vomit poured out and sprayed on Li Yuanyuan's face and chest, who was just inches away from him and was helping him wipe her face like a wife and mother.

Li Yuanyuan was already extremely disgusted to begin with, and now that she was sprayed out by Chen Gefeng, she completely could not hold it in anymore.

"Ugh …"

Before he even had the time to cover his mouth, Li Yuanyuan had already begun to vomit violently, and the filthy vomit also sprayed onto Chen Gefeng's chest.

Chen Gefeng was extremely disgusted.

"F * ck off."

Chen Gefeng roared hoarsely, "Trash, what qualifications do you have to cooperate with Biluo? This young master will take back what he said before, a business worth billions, and won't give any money to Purple Apple … "

"Ugh …"

Before he finished speaking, Chen Gefeng once again violently vomited.

After a while, Chen Gefeng forcefully suppressed his desire to vomit, and walked to the door with large strides.

"Chen Dong, I …"

Li Yuanyuan hurriedly swallowed the vomit that was all the way down her throat, and said with fear and trepidation, "I didn't do it on purpose …"

A sour and rotten aura emitted from Li Yuanyuan's mouth, causing him to almost be unable to endure it any longer.

"Scram, immediately scram."

With a hoarse roar, Chen Gefeng rushed out of the side room and rushed into the bathroom.

Li Yuanyuan froze in place, while she also sunk into a short period of stupor.

Even if it was a success or a loss, it didn't matter.

Because the fight between Li Yuanyuan and Easy Life had led to Long Lin, and Chen Gefeng had followed suit. As a result, wealth suddenly fell from the sky, allowing Ye Hui to see a chance to soar into the sky.

But the result?

The sky was filled with money, but it was also filled with water.

Ye Hui and Li Yuanyuan did not think of the beginning, and similarly, did not think of the end.

Ye Hui looked at Li Yuanyuan who was full of disgust, and ran out of the hall and into the washroom.

The customer was far more important than the woman.

With money, what kind of woman couldn't she find? Why would she care about a Li Yuanyuan?

Furthermore, at that time, even if Li Yuanyuan were to come over and kneel down, she would be willing to do so.

Looking at Li Yuanyuan who was dumbstruck, she looked at Ye Hui who was running away frantically, a dense amount of disgust quietly flashed past his eyes.

Was love really so fragile in the face of money?

Was this a man's sorrow?

Or was it a woman's pity?

Luckily, the heavens had treated her well and sent Long Lin over to her.

This man was a gift from the heavens, a gift from the heavens to her happiness.

Long Lin clearly noticed the sorrow in his eyes, but Long Lin did not know how to comfort his.

Fortunately, a moment of sadness passed by, and Pepper's face quickly returned to normal.

The change in the mint made Long Lin feel sincerely happy.

But all of a sudden, Peppermint suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Long Lin, I love you."

En.

What was this crazy woman doing now?