My Fiancee is a Cold CEO

Hearty laughter came and went in the teahouse, like a lion's roar, ringing in Ye Chen's ears.

Yun Mengqi, who was standing aside, subconsciously covered her ears, with a look of pain on her face.

The chairs and tables in the teahouse were rattled by the laughter, as if the entire restaurant was about to be torn apart.

Ye Chen narrowed his eyes, with a solemn look on his face.

"It's interesting. I haven't met such a talented young man for a long time. It's not unfair for Haoxuan to lose to you."

Wu Chi looked at Ye Chen with admiration and said: "This kind of talent is far inferior to that of Ye Tianyun when he was young. He is worthy of being the son of Ye Tianyun and Luo Shihua. The outstanding genes of the two major families of Ye Family and Luo Family Everyone has gathered on you, and the Ye family is going to be prosperous."

"Senior's compliment is unworthy of me."

Ye Chen shook his head and said modestly.

"Good boy, you have to be careful with this third move."

Wu Chi shouted loudly and said in a deep voice: "I, Wu Chi, have traveled all over the country and fought thousands of battles in my life. In life and death, I created a punch called Crazy Fist. This punch is so powerful that even I can control it. If you can't help it, if I suppress my own strength to the late innate stage, I won't be taking advantage of you."

"Thank you very much, senior."

Ye Chen raised his hand and said solemnly.

The Wu Chi's famous skill was definitely one of the best in the world. Even though he was at the same level, Ye Chen still didn't dare to underestimate it.

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Chi let out a low cry, clenching his right fist tightly, and it seemed to become huge, and then a wisp of black energy appeared on the iron fist.

As Wu Chi's aura gradually increased, Wu Chi's right fist slowly turned red, and then a hot feeling of heat radiated from his fist, and Wu Chi's whole body exuded a sense of madness.

Ye Chen's expression changed slightly. Ye Chen had seen this boxing technique from Xia Haoxuan before.

With Xia Haoxuan's strength, the power of this punch is considerable, let alone a martial arts idiot.

"Young man Ye, take this move."

Wu Chi took a step forward with his right foot. There was a click, and the ground trembled. With Wu Chi as the center, cracks spread wildly around him.

With a bang, Wu Chi's figure instantly disappeared from the spot, then appeared in front of Ye Chen and punched out.

Ye Chen's expression changed, and he retreated quickly. In the blink of an eye, he retreated to the edge of the tea house. He raised his hand to grab it, and water pillars rose from the river, turning into crystal swords, and stabbed Wu Chi. .

"Such methods cannot stop my punch."

Wu Chi grinned, his voice was bold and arrogant, and he punched out in the air.

A huge roar sounded, and countless crystal swords were shattered by Wu Chi in the air, turning into rain and falling on the teahouse.

Ye Chen's face changed slightly, he took a deep breath, and the energy and blood in his body rose.

Wu Chi's punch had already locked him in place, and even if he used his spatial powers, it would be impossible to dodge it.

The only option is to resist this move.

"Death."

Ye Chen shouted low, exuding a sense of death all over his body, and just punched in the air and collided with Wu Chi.

Wu Chi's fists are extremely domineering and contain madness.

Although Ye Chen's fist looked weak, it contained extremely strong death energy.

Both are extreme representatives, colliding with each other, creating a huge roar.

Ye Chen's face turned pale slightly and he took three steps back before he could stop himself.

In his physical body, his right fist was trembling a little at this time.

Wu Chi was the first strong man to beat him in a head-on collision.

Wu Chi's face became a little surprised, his eyes were full of astonishment, and he stared blankly at the clear footprints under his feet.

The mighty martial arts idiot was defeated.

At the last moment, he did not restrain his strength and briefly raised his aura to the master level.

Only then could he block Ye Chen's punch.

"What's the name of this punch?"

Wu Chi was silent for a while, looked at Ye Chen with a burning face and asked: "With this fist, no one at the same level can be your opponent."

"Nirvana means the decay of all things."

Ye Chen said with a smile.

"This punch goes straight to the essence of life, and has touched a trace of Taoism. Nirvana, what a Nirvana."

A bright light flashed in Wu Chi's eyes, and he murmured to himself.

For Wu Chi, Ye Chen's punch was like opening a door, a door leading to a higher realm.

The light in Wu Chi's eyes became brighter and brighter, and the aura on his body became more and more terrifying. He was actually comprehending Ye Chen's punch of silence just now.

Ye Chen frowned, turned around and looked at Yun Mengqi, who was hiding in the corner, slightly frightened.

At this time, Yun Mengqi had already been wet by the lake water. The white lace dress clung to her body, highlighting her figure vividly, and Ye Chen's eyes were a little dazed.

"Mengqi, are you okay?"

Ye Chen coughed twice and hurriedly walked over and covered her with his robe.

"I'm fine."

Yun Mengqi said with a slightly pale face.

"I'll take you back first. You'll be in trouble if you catch a cold."

Ye Chen frowned and said in a deep voice.

"it hurts."

Yun Mengqi nodded and was about to move, then she exclaimed with a look of pain on her face.

Ye Chen lowered his head and saw traces of blood seeping out of the white dress on Yun Mengqi's legs, which turned out to be injured by the strong wind just now.

"Let me carry you and leave first."

Ye Chen frowned, and without waiting for Yun Mengqi's reaction, he knelt down and picked up Yun Mengqi from the waist.

Wu Chi was still deep in thought at this time, and Ye Chen didn't care about anything else and quickly carried Yun Mengqi down to the teahouse.

The old guy Wu Chi was still in the teahouse, and Ye Chen didn't dare to heal Yun Mengqi's injuries in the teahouse.

If this old guy gets nervous and ruins the agreement of the previous three moves, Ye Chen will have no choice.

After carrying Yun Mengqi to the co-pilot of the McLaren, Ye Chen sat in the main driver's seat and drove towards the city.

"Young man Ye, don't try to escape. You are fighting with me for 300 rounds."

Just after walking a few hundred meters away, I heard an excited roar coming from behind the teahouse.

The corners of Ye Chen's mouth twitched slightly, and his hands trembled with fear. He quickly stepped on the accelerator and sped towards the city.

Wu Chi is a lunatic who loves martial arts as much as his life. If he were to stop him, it would be difficult to escape today.

Ye Chen is not a match for this lunatic yet. Fighting him for three hundred rounds is purely for abuse.

"Mengqi, where is your home? I'll take you home first."

The vehicle drove into the city, but Wu Chi did not catch up. Ye Chen looked at Yun Mengqi, who was soaked all over, and said in a deep voice.

"No... no, there are paparazzi taking photos around my house. I can't go back now."

Yun Mengqi shook her head and said softly.

"Then what should I do? If you don't change clothes and take a shower, you will easily catch a cold. Besides, you are also injured. The wound must be treated as soon as possible."

Ye Chen frowned and said helplessly.

"Then let's go to the hotel first."

A blush flashed across Yun Mengqi's face and she said timidly.

Ye Chen swallowed his throat and was dumbfounded when he saw Yun Mengqi's shy look. (To be continued)