C18 He Was Scared Silly

Zhang Fengsheng was petrified when he saw Yan Yilang. He stood in front of Yan Yilang, not daring to move.

"Director Zhang, yes. It's Director Yan!" The Mediterranean man stammered as his gaze drifted between Zhang Fengsheng and Yan Yilang.

"Little Liu!" Yan Yilang roared.

Liu Junda rushed into the crowd. Before he arrived, his voice was heard, "Here!"

"Take good care of your wife!"

"Yes!"

Yan Yilang angrily raised his fist and punched Zhang Fengsheng. All of his elegant temperament turned into smoke when faced with Qiao Xinyou. He only knew that he was the only one who could bully Qiao Xinyou, and the others. She would only seek death.

"Director Yan, Director Yan, I was wrong. I was wrong."

"What did you do to her?"

"Drink!"

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Another punch landed on Zhang Fengsheng's face, causing him to look for his teeth on the ground.

"I remember I told you that I want Qiao Xinyou. You even dared to touch my woman. Are you courting death?"

"No, no!"

"Huh? Still not?" Yan Yilang gave him another punch.

"Ah, yes, yes, I'm courting death!"

Looking at the unconscious Qiao Xinyou, Yan Yilang's anger began to surge again. In the end, he simply rode on his body and heavily whipped him, making Liu Junda's face full of worship. "Young master, you are really too lacking in image. You are so lacking in image that you are so handsome and foolish!"

"Take good care of your wife. Don't be distracted!"

Liu Junda curled his lips unwillingly and helped Qiao Xinyou up from the ground.

When his eyes met Qiao Xinyou's face, his face instantly changed, "Qiao Qiao Xinyou?"

Liu Junda stared deeply at Yan Yilang, "So young master still can't forget you!"

Qiao Xinyou had already fallen into a coma and had no feeling towards all of this.

Qiao Xinyou, who was in a daze, felt hot all over her body. She started to tear her clothes. Liu Junda was so scared that his face turned green, although he was also a young man. He had no self-control towards such a beauty, but when he thought of the hot-tempered young master's woman, he would rather commit suicide than touch her.

"Young master, Ms Xinyou's condition is not good!"

Yan Yilang turned his gaze to Qiao Xinyou, whose consciousness was in chaos. He saw that she was already wearing revealing clothes, and now she was even tearing them apart.

Unknowingly, a group of people who were watching a good show had surrounded them. Their naked eyes formed a circle and looked at Qiao Xinyou. He gritted his teeth before he was willing to stop, "Zhang Fengsheng, remember today's lesson."

After saying that, he quickly took off his coat and put it on Qiao Xinyou.

The surrounding gazes were like thorns, piercing his entire body until he felt uncomfortable. He raised his head angrily and shouted towards his surroundings, "What are you looking at? Go and play!"

He quickly carried Qiao Xinyou and walked towards the hotel.

In the hotel's bathroom, the sound of water splashing could be heard. On the snow white bed cover, Qiao Xinyou was sleeping soundly.

Suddenly, the phone rang. She was already sleeping soundly on the bed, completely unaware.

The sound of water flowing in the bathroom suddenly stopped. Yan Yilang, who was wrapped in a towel, quickly walked out and picked up the phone to take a look.

"Miss Gao?" Yan Yilang looked at the name on the screen of her phone and frowned. He did not expect that Miss Gao would call her at night. Was it her best friend?

In order to make the people around her feel relieved, Yan Yilang picked up the phone. "Hello!"

"Hello, how are you?" A trembling male voice came from the other end of the phone.

Miss Gao is actually a man?

"Is Xin Xinyou here?" The gentle voice trembled again, but it pierced Yan Yilang's heart.

Yes. It was Gao Yang! I never thought that after five years, we would still be able to speak! Five years ago, you and I were rivals in love. I wonder if it will be after five years or not?

Yan Yilang looked at the sleeping Qiao Xinyou and curled his lips. "En, Xinyou is in the hotel with me. She is sleeping now. You don't have to worry!"

The voice on the other end of the phone paused and then said word by word, "Yan Yilang, it is you?"