Ye Feng walked up to Shen Mengling, rubbed his belly and muttered:
"Third Senior Sister, you didn't say you can't eat here."
Seeing Ye Feng pretending to be pitiful, Shen Mengling was also laughed out of anger.
"You guys almost ate up the rest of the restaurant. Are you really starving yourself to death?"
"Well, then I'm hungry!"
"Okay, okay, after the cocktail party is over, I'll let you have a full meal, okay?"
Shen Mengling patted her chest, which made Ye Feng feel dizzy.
Just when Ye Feng was thinking about what kind of meal Shen Mengling was talking about, Mr. Zhang came over again.
In addition to Mr. Zhang and Zhang Hanhan, there is also the initiator of this cocktail party, President Chang.
"Little brother, we meet again. Let me introduce to you. This is our Huamen City Business and Trade President, President Chang."
Facing Mr. Zhang's introduction, Ye Feng looked at President Chang and nodded.
Nothing was said, and there was no intention of shaking hands.
President Chang was also a little dissatisfied when he saw him like this.
But he did not express his dissatisfaction, but said with a smile:
"This little brother is really extraordinary and will have a lot to do in the future!"
Facing Chairman Chang's praise, Ye Feng scratched his eyebrows and said with a smile:
"President Chang, do you have anything to do with me?"
"It's okay. I just heard that my little brother knows some medical skills. I have a heartfelt request."
Hearing what he said, Ye Feng took a deep look at him and then suddenly realized.
"I see, then do you want to treat the symptoms or the root cause?"
Facing Ye Feng's inquiry, President Chang was confused!
He didn't even say anything, let alone his condition. This guy just asked whether he was treating the symptoms or the root cause?
Are you trying to fool me?
But the old man of the Zhang family strongly recommended him, and logically speaking, he should not be deceived.
He stood there thinking for a while, glanced at the person next to him, and whispered:
"Little brother, can you lend me a moment to speak?"
"Forget it if you take a step forward, just treat the symptoms or the root cause."
"Well, of course it's better to treat the root cause."
"OK!"
After Ye Feng finished speaking, he moved his fingers, and a silver needle appeared in his hand.
Under President Chang's surprised and puzzled gaze, he inserted the silver needle into his left arm!
I flicked the needle and the silver needle began to vibrate.
Shen Mengling saw Ye Feng doing acupuncture and asked curiously:
"Xiao Feng, what disease does Chang Hui suffer from?"
Faced with Shen Mengling's inquiry, before Ye Feng could answer, President Chang said hurriedly:
"Cold, cold, I've had a cold these past few days."
"oh."
Although President Chang said he had a cold, looking at his anxious and embarrassed look, he knew he was lying.
After the silver needle shook for half a minute, Ye Feng took it back with a movement of his fingers.
"alright."
"Okay? Is this the end?"
"yes."
Seeing Ye Feng's confident look, President Chang was speechless.
Can your hidden disease be cured by pricking it with a needle?
What a nonsense!
President Chang thought Ye Feng was fooling him, and the smile on his face disappeared.
Ye Feng did not explain anything. After all, he was always a man of few words.
Seeing Ye Feng return to Shen Mengling again, Mr. Zhang looked at his granddaughter who had been staring at Ye Feng and shook his head helplessly.
Just when everyone was silent, an old man came over with a beautiful girl.
"President Chang, Mr. Zhang!"
"It turns out to be Mr. Zheng."
"Haha, this cocktail party is full of young people, so I, an old man, have no choice but to talk to you two!"
Listening to the chat between the three old guys, Ye Feng felt bored.
He is very hungry now and just wants to eat.
Lots and lots of stuff!
She secretly pulled Shen Mengling's arm, leaned into her ear and whispered:
"Third Senior Sister, let's go out to eat."
The reception was not over yet, and President Chang was chatting with people at the side.
Although it was a bit bad to leave at this time, Shen Mengling couldn't bear to see Ye Feng starving.
So I nodded and prepared to talk to President Chang and leave.
But just as she took a step, a man suddenly ran over from the side!
I saw him take out a sharp short blade from his clothes and rush towards Mr. Zheng!
It happened so suddenly that Shen Mengling was already confused!
Just when the man was about to pierce the short blade into Mr. Zheng's heart, the girl next to him moved!
She raised her long legs and kicked the man on the chest!
The man took two steps back, as if he didn't expect the girl's reaction to be so quick!
After he stabilized his body, he rushed forward the next second and started fighting with the beautiful girl wearing high heels and short skirt.
Shen Mengling was so frightened that her heart was beating wildly and she subconsciously stepped back.
But as soon as he took a step back, he hit something like an iron plate.
He glanced back suddenly and found that Ye Feng had stolen the pig's trotters from somewhere. He was eating them while watching the fight in front of him with relish.
"Huh, you guy, you still have the heart to eat at this time?"
Facing Shen Mengling's complaint, Ye Feng threw away a bone and said lightly:
"Public security in the city is relatively good. I haven't seen a fight happen for a while."
"Forehead."
On the other side, although the man holding the knife was well prepared, he was obviously no match for the beautiful girl.
After being knocked to the ground with three punches and two kicks, he tried to get up and run away, but was caught by the bodyguards who hurriedly arrived!
Mr. Zheng pushed aside the bodyguards blocking him, looked at the man who attacked him and said with a sneer:
"There are so many people who want to kill me, why don't you see if you are worthy?"
"Take him away and examine him to see if he has any accomplices!"
The man who attacked was soon taken away, and calm returned to the scene.
Mr. Zheng looked at President Chang and Mr. Zhang and said helplessly:
"I'm sorry for surprising everyone."
Although he said this, he seemed used to it.
Mr. Zhang glanced at the beautiful girl and said with a smile:
"Mr. Zheng, your granddaughter's kung fu has improved again and she can protect you now."
"Oh, I also want Wenwen to learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but she just likes kung fu, so there's nothing I can do about it!"
"Ha ha!"
Facing the compliments from the two of them, Ye Feng sneered, with a look of disdain on his face.
Indeed, as a Taoist Heavenly Lord, what scene has he not seen before?
What fight scene haven’t you seen?
The kung fu that this group of people call is not even a child's fight in his eyes.
"Sister, let's go."
"Oh, okay."
Just when they were about to leave, Wenwen walked up to Ye Feng, looked into his eyes and said coldly:
"What are you sneering at?"
"What?"
"I ask what you were sneering at just now? Are you looking down on me?"
Facing Wenwen's question, Ye Feng frowned and glanced at Shen Mengling beside him, and whispered:
"Is this woman mentally ill?"
"You look down on me and say I'm mentally ill, okay!"
After Wenwen finished speaking, she pointed at Ye Feng and said:
"I want to duel with you!"
"The loser will be the slave of the other party for a year and will be beaten and scolded without being able to fight back!"