Really young master, he came to the pride gate

Song Fanyin was really hungry. He drank two bowls of porridge and ate two drawers of steamed buns.

Yuehuai asked the housekeeper to prepare the plane, and planned to take Song Fanyin to the place where black boxing was played.

He went back to his room to change clothes.

Yan Chen followed behind him, hugging his waist from behind, "Huaihuai."

Yuehuai rolled her eyes lazily, Bafeng didn't move, "Say."

Yan Chen curled his lips and smiled, "My brother also wants to go to the boxing ring."

Yue Huai pulled the clothes from the closet, "You can ask Zhou Qing to prepare a helicopter for you."

With twinkling eyes, Yan Chen pinched his wrist to stop him from moving, "But brother wants to be with Huai Huai."

Yue Huai tightened her fingers.

Kind of like hitting someone.

Yan Chen noticed Yue Huai's movements, and his eyes flickered, "Does Huai Huai not love brother anymore?"

Yuehuai: "..."

He turned around and perfunctorily pecked at the corner of the man's mouth, "Love."

The corners of Yan Chen's lips curled into an imperceptible smile, "But Huai Huai won't bring his elder brother with him."

Yuehuai: "..."

He raised his eyelids coldly and glanced at the aggrieved man.

Yan Chen continued his efforts and buried his head in his neck, "Huai Huai must not love my brother anymore."

Yuehuai: "..."

He pressed the center of his eyebrows with a headache, "I'll take you to change clothes."

Although he knew that Yan Chen was pretending, but seeing his pitiful appearance, he still couldn't harden his heart.

Yan Chen laughed lowly, and pecked the corner of his lips, "Brother knows that Huaihuai is the best."

Yuehuai: "..."

Song Fanyin is here.

Huo Chiyan was also talking to Song Fanyin about going to the boxing ring, but he was not as bold as Yan Chen, he dared to act like a baby with a cheeky face, he just told the truth with reason.

"I don't worry if you and Yue Shao go. After all, this is a three-way zone. The King's matter has not been resolved. What if something happens?"

Song Fanyin changed his clothes, expressionless, "I will take Xiao Hei."

Huo Chiyan choked, "That won't work either, Xiao Hei's force value is too low."

Song Fanyin changed into a pair of jeans, a loose black T-shirt on his upper body, and raised his eyelids lightly, "Young Master Yue will also lead people."

Huo Chi said: "..."

He continued to choke, and simply called the rogue, "Then what should I do? My poison has just been cured, what if something happens?"

Song Fanyin packed his phone, "There is a housekeeper in the manor, and Li Feng is also here."

Huo Chiyan stretched out his long arms, hooked Song Fanyin's waist, and wrapped him tightly in his arms, "None of them are doctors."

Song Fanyin raised the end of his eyes impatiently, "Huo Chiyan, don't push yourself too hard."

I've been pestering him for a week, isn't this man enough?

Huo Chiyan's eyes were calm, and the corners of his thin lips were pursed, "Anyway, I want to follow you."

If you don't follow, what if you drink and run away?

Song Fanyin didn't move, "Don't take it."

Huo Chiyan's dark eyes flashed with light, he turned around suddenly, and pressed Song Fanyin onto the bed, "Then you don't want to go, help me detoxify."

Song Fanyin: "..."

Seeing that Huo Chiyan was about to pull his pants, his phoenix eyes turned cold, and he raised his hand to shake Huo Chiyan's face.

Snapped--

A crisp slap sounded, and Huo Chiyan's face was turned aside.

Song Fanyin was stunned for a moment, and a flash of shock flashed in his phoenix eyes.

Why didn't the one named Huo hide?

Huo Chiyan turned his face back, his voice was tinged with grievance, "You hit me again."

Song Fanyin pinched his fingertips.

Huo Chiyan deliberately turned his face to the side, facing Song Fanyin with the swollen side, "I know you are angry, so if you hit me, I won't be angry with you, but you have to take me .”

Song Fanyin pursed his lips and responded.

Huo Chiyan rubbed the tip of his nose against his nose again, "OK? I'm sure I won't mess around."

Song Fanyin touched his cheek with the tip of his tongue, "Let go of me first."

Huo Chiyan carefully asked for confirmation, "Then will you take me?"

Song Fanyin was so annoyed that he pushed the person away, "Okay, I'll take you, take you to die."

Huo Chiyan was finally satisfied, his thin lips curled up, "Yinyin, you are so kind."

Song Fanyin: "..."

Where did this Huo learn this?What about his original ruthlessness?

The two went out together, and when they reached the living room, they bumped into Yue Huai who was coming down with a feast.

With one hand in his pocket, Yuehuai explained indifferently, "I can't shake it off, I have to follow."

Song Fanyin: "..."

He doesn't want to talk.

Yan Chen raised his eyes, glanced at the five fingerprints on Huo Chiyan's face, and said slowly, "Huo Xiaoyou, you are still too tender."

Even his wife can't handle it, so he can only be slapped.

Huo Chi said: "..."

Today is another day he was ridiculed?

Zhou Qing arranged a private jet, Song Fanyin took Xiao Hei, and went to the underground boxing market with Yue Huai and the others.

After boarding the plane, Song Fanyin glanced at the cabin and found that it was very luxuriously furnished.

In addition to sofas, massage chairs, etc., there are video equipment, except that there is no bed, it is almost a luxurious presidential suite.

The captain and co-pilot were already in place, and the stewardess also thoughtfully served drinks and snacks.

Yan Chen took out a set of mahjong, "It will take an hour, let's play mahjong."

Song Fanyin: "..."

He thought that Mr. Yan was a person who didn't eat fireworks in the world, but he didn't expect his hobbies to be so ordinary.

Yan Chen could see his thoughts, and her crimson lips slightly curled up, "Mahjong can prevent Alzheimer's, can Xiao Yin and Huo Xiaoyou know how to play?"

Neither Song Fanyin nor Huo Chiyan knew it. They usually don't touch these things, but they do understand the simple rules.

Yuehuai is also together.

Four people play mahjong together.

At first, Song Fanyin and Huo Chiyan lost a few rounds, but after a while, he got the hang of it and played more and more smoothly.

Huo Chiyan would also give Song Fan a drink from time to time.

An hour later, Yan Chen pushed the mahjong down, "You two, although you are husband and wife, don't make it too obvious when feeding the cards."

Made him lose a few games.

Huo Chiyan was expressionless, "You fed Yue Shao too."

Yuehuai: "..."

Yan Chen chuckled, "Then how do you count it? I just played cards I didn't need."

Huo Chi said softly, "What a coincidence, I am the same."

Yan Chen: "..."

Okay, this card can't be played anymore.

Fortunately, the destination had already been reached. Several people got off the plane and were greeted by the waiter to the entrance of the underground boxing arena.

Yan Chen took out a card and waved it in front of the waiter, and they walked in smoothly.

The underground boxing arena was full of people, and there was a high boxing ring in the middle of the round seats, but there was no one on it.

Several people chose seats and sat down, asked the waiter for drinks, and chatted lazily.

Huo Chiyan took a glass of champagne, and seeing Yan Chen change the cocktail in Yuehuai's hand into a drink, he also asked the waiter to bring a glass.

He stuffed the drink into Song Fanyin's hand, and at the same time, took away his champagne.

Song Fanyin raised his eyelids coldly and glanced over.

Huo Chiyan finished the champagne calmly, "Young Master Yue also drinks."

Yuehuai: "..."

He propped his chin, "Actually, I can drink."

But someone won't drink it.

Yan Chen gave a low laugh, pinched Yue Huai's hair, "I won't let you drink, you are not yet eighteen."

Yuehuai: "..."

He is obviously already three hundred and eighty.

Forget it, too lazy to care.

Song Fanyin: "..."

He didn't bother to care about it, took a sip of orange juice, and looked at Yan Chen lazily, "Speaking of which, Mr. Yan seems to be 40 years old this year?"

When he knew the name Yan Chen, the other party was nearly 30 years old, and now more than ten years have passed, and he is almost in his early forties.

Yan Chen leaned on the back of the sofa relaxedly, pinching the cup with slender fingers like jade bones and shaking it, smiling lazily, "43, getting old."

Song Fanyin blinked her phoenix eyes, paused for two seconds, and didn't speak again.

Mr. Yan really doesn't look like 43, people who say he is in his 20s will believe him.

Huo Chiyan lowered his eyelids and drank champagne lightly.

at this time.

On the other side of the auditorium, a feminine-looking man was staring at Song Fanyin's table coldly.

He is King.

His subordinate leaned into King's ear and said angrily, "King, those two people are the ones who killed us."

This subordinate was one of the group of people who chased and killed Song Fanyin before. He was lucky because he hid deeply and was not killed.

King's eyes were cold, and a stern look flickered between his brows. He shook the red wine glass in his hand, and said softly, "Order, I'll let the boxer choose which table."

There is a rule in the underground boxing market. The winner's boxer can designate a guest to come on stage at will. The guest can choose to refuse or accept. The accepting party can win a large sum of money as long as they survive for 2 minutes.

This kind of regulation not only does not disgust the audience, but it is extremely exciting, because some rich and rich people like to pursue excitement.

And those who have no money feel that they can make a lot of money, although the money they make from King is very little.

Song Fanyin was keenly aware that someone was looking at him with malicious intentions, a cold light flashed in his phoenix eyes, and he looked up.

It's a man he doesn't know, but his feminine face reveals evil, obviously he is not a good person.

Sensing Song Fanyin's tension, Yue Huai glanced lazily along his line of sight, "It's King, he was the one who chased you down before."

Huo Chiyan's eyelids froze, and a bloodthirsty sternness flashed in his dark eyes.

Yue Huai changed his posture, and continued to speak slowly: "According to King's style of work, he should pick us to fight on stage in a while."

Song Fanyin turned his eyes back and raised his eyebrows, "Pick us?"

Yan Chen explained the rules again, "It doesn't matter if you don't want to go."

Yue Huai took a sip of his drink slowly, raised his frosty eyes, "Of course I'm going, brother, you'll be on stage later."

Yan Chen pinched Yue Huai's earlobe, smiled lightly, "Okay."

Song Fanyin was a guest, and he didn't argue, although he was also confident to take the stage.

Soon, the two boxers came to the stage, and after a frightening fight, the victorious party pointed to the audience.

"I choose the guest at table 46."

The crowd booed excitedly and whistled non-stop.

"Of course I agree, guests on the 46th, come on, we can't wait."

"The 46's seem weak, I bet Tyson could knock them out with one punch."

Tyson also said provocatively: "Guests from No. 46, do you dare to come up? Of course, if you don't, I won't say anything."

Yan Chen raised her lower lip, "Of course I would."

Everyone saw that he had an incomparably handsome face, a lazy and dignified demeanor, and he was even more noisy.

"Looks like Tyson won again today."

"This guy is so weak, I bet he weighs less than half Tyson's."

"Tyson is the champion of boxing. No one can last 2 minutes under him. The last guest who was so bold was beaten and spent three months in the hospital."

King sneered and hooked his lower lip.

Yan Chen didn't seem to hear everyone's discussion, put down his glass, got up unhurriedly, and walked to the stage with one hand in his pocket.

Yuehuai propped her chin, and looked at him lazily, with a gleam in her eyes.