"It's just a dog crawling martial arts, it's not a big deal. I was lucky enough to meet a big man whose martial arts wasn't that great, otherwise I would have died. Haha."
The man was startled when he heard this, and then burst into laughter.
The handsome man who was talking to Feng Suiran was very good at talking. He secretly wanted to get on the boat with Feng Suiran. I don't know what his intention was.
Feng Suiran's eyes flashed with interest and she looked at Weiyang.
Weiyang also turned around, looked at him, and agreed with the handsome man's proposal with a smile.
In short, in the end, it was not Wei Yang and Feng Sui Ran who got on the boat, but a group of them.
Feng Suiran and Wei Yang walked at the end, watching them get on the boat, and looked at Wei Yang with a smile, "You noticed it too?"
She raised her eyebrows, blinked, and nodded.
There are plenty of things inside the boat, which is a bit like a boudoir in a woman's home. It is exquisite and gorgeous, but the details do not lose its grandeur.
In the middle is a round rosewood table with several plates of side dishes and several bottles of fine wine.
There are just too many people, and one table is obviously not enough for people to sit at.
Feng Suiran shrugged, leaned lazily against the door, and ordered the few boys guarding outside the painting boat to move the tables. However, Weiyang's sharp eyes saw that when the few boys left, his eyes under the mask were leisurely.
Set at their feet.
The threshold was hollow, and the young man walked from the outside to the inside, and then walked out from the inside. However, every time they passed by the hollow, Weiyang could not hear any sound.
The equipment was ready, and everyone sat down and started drinking and chatting.
This peaceful and beautiful boat suddenly seemed to have become a market.
"Come, come, drink, drink."
"Just drinking is boring, let's do some boxing!"
"Okay, punch..."
Weiyang and Feng Suiran were sitting in the center, at the same table with the handsome young master and the men they had seen in the competition.
She raised her eyes slightly and glanced around.
The handsome man raised his fair and smooth hand and took a glass of fine wine with a sweet fragrance, and said in a bold voice: "Come on, brother Sui Ran, I, Shang Tianlei, will definitely give you a toast."
At this moment, he didn't seem to be the same person as the romantic young man who said he wanted to have fun just now.
Feng Suiran chuckled and picked up a glass of wine.
His voice was slightly muffled due to the mask, "I wonder how Master Shang is doing now?"
"My father is very good. If Brother Suiran hadn't saved him back then, I'm afraid my father wouldn't be alive today. However, what Tianlei doesn't understand is why Brother Suiran's medical skills are so good, but he has remained unknown. Although Brother Suiran is a Tianlei
Mr. Xuan’s disciples have all lost their limelight to Young Master Lan. What’s more, compared to his disciples, the miracle doctor is probably more eye-catching..."