Hou Bing also knew that she could not wear such gifts and shoes, and it felt uncomfortable from head to toe, but her mother Wu Yinglifei forced herself to wear this way, saying that she would be like a woman in this way.

When Hou Bing looked up and looked forward, he saw Long Hao sitting in the corner smiling at him.

Hou Bing changed his face instantly, glared at Long Hao fiercely, and was surrounded by a group of people.

At this moment, the focus was almost on Hou Bing. After looking around, Old Hou and Gu San from behind looked around, they saw Long Hao in the corner and immediately stepped forward to say hello.

"Mr. Long, you came so early, I'm so grateful!" Mr. Hou said with a chuckling.

"You are welcome, you are welcome. Go and call others and don't worry about me." Long Hao waved his hand.

At this time, Old Old frowned and stepped forward and whispered: "Mr. Long, this child Xiaobing is disobedient. Today he even called a helper and said he wanted to embarrass you."

"You don't have to pay attention to what happens. The old man will handle it." Old Hou knew that his granddaughter was a little prejudiced to Long Hao, but he didn't expect that she actually asked Hou Feng to invite the first warrior in southern Xinjiang.

Long Hao chuckled: "It's okay, go and do it."

On the stage, a middle-aged man in a shirt was giving a welcome speech, while in the stage, Hou Bing responded to several guests and turned around and walked towards the side.

Hou Feng was talking with a young man of uniform size.

"King Xu Bing, come here, I'll explain it to you." Hou Bing waved to the man with a buzzing head.

"You have to be careful later. That bastard is also very good. In addition, don't beat him too hard, I just want to embarrass him." When Hou Bing thought of the mockery on Long Hao's face when he entered the door, his blood pressure soared wildly.

Hou Feng laughed: "Sister, you are too worried. Who is Xu Shaolin? The number one master of the Southern Xinjiang Military Region often goes out for competitions on behalf of the country, for fear that Shaolin will not be able to stop the car and will hurt your sweetheart."

"I'm so big-headed ghost, Hou Feng, shut up." Hou Bing scolded angrily.

It was Hou Bing's turn to go on stage to speak. She said her thanks first, and suddenly changed her tone and said, "Today, I want to invite everyone to watch a show."

"Most of our Hou family join the army, so they advocate martial arts. Long Hao, come up with me." As far as they look, Hou Bing's temper could not be resisted.

The people in the banquet hall turned their heads and looked back. The man held a cigarette in his hand and a cocktail in his hand, with a leisurely face.

The man in the shirt under the stage frowned immediately, and he asked Wu Yingli beside him: "What the hell is Xiaobing? Who is Long Hao?"

Wu Yingli glared at Long Hao and said, "You didn't come back last time. I don't know where the old man met such a country bumpkin. He bullied Xiaobing, said she was a man's wife, and said Ouyang Chao was not worthy of being my son-in-law of the Hou family."

The man in the shirt frowned even tighter: "Don't be anxious first, see what Xiaobing is going to do?"

As if he realized that the occasion was wrong, Hou Bing immediately smiled: "Today I specially invited my two friends to perform a piece of martial arts for everyone."

"One is named Xu Shaolin. Many people should have heard of his name. The No. 1 King of Southern Xinjiang, haha!"

"The other one is Long Hao, a... very interesting man with a domineering spirit."

I wanted to scold the bastard, but Hou Bing changed it to the domineering spirit.

"Xiaobing, what are you doing? Don't mess around!" Mr. Hou was anxiously breaking his crutch in the audience.

The banquet hall was suddenly filled with trouble, most of them were military soldiers, Xu Shaolin, the number one soldier in southern Xinjiang. This name has long been well known.

However, this is the first time I have heard of Long Hao.

When he heard the three words Xu Shaolin, Long Hao raised his mouth slightly and stood up and walked towards the stage.

"Mr. Long, you..." Mr. Hou stepped forward and urgently stopped him.

"Today's birthday, you can't let it go." Long Hao signaled no need to worry.

The two walked up to the stage from both sides, and Hou Bing walked to the right.

"Bastard, if you apologize to this girl seriously, I can consider letting you go." Hou Bingyi whispered when Long Hao walked in front of him.

"My man, I wish you a happy birthday!" Long Hao looked at him with a smile.

Hou Bing almost exploded on the spot, clenched his fists so much that he turned his head and walked up to Xu Shaolin on the left, whistling his fists: Beat him to death later.

The two stood opposite each other, and the guests in the audience were full of expectations. They had only heard of Xu Shaolin's name, but they had never seen a real person in the army.

Just as Xu Shaolin looked up at Long Hao, he suddenly widened his eyes.

First, he was confused, then shocked, and finally became panic!

"sky……"

"Get a move quickly." Long Hao interrupted him.

Hou Bing next to him and Hou Feng below the stage were confused. What were they doing? Are they staring at each other with a "lovely" look at each other, and are they killing their eyes?

"Hey, you can do it quickly." Hou Feng from the audience urged Xu Shaolin.

About ten seconds later, Xu Shaolin suddenly walked towards Hou Bing.

He reached out to take the microphone from Hou Bing, who was confused, and looked up at everyone and said, "Everyone, I lost."

hiss!

What?

Damn it!

Hou Bing and his brother were so shocked that their chins fell to the ground. Worri Nima lost without even fighting? What a fuss!

Xu Shaolin ignored everyone's horror and turned around and walked off the platform.

"Hey, what's wrong with you? Did you have diarrhea after eating something bad or what? You lost something?" Xu Shaolin got off the stage, and Hou Feng rushed up and questioned.

He didn't see Xu Shaolin's eyes flushing, but he just felt that he would definitely be beaten up by his sister later.

"I'm having a stomachache, I'm sorry." Xu Shaolin nodded and sat on the chair next to him for excuse.

Long Hao turned his head to look at Hou Bing who was extremely embarrassed, and shrugged, "Birthday, it's not that I don't give you face, look... I'll go down first?"

At this time, ten thousand grass and mud horses galloped past Hou Bing's heart. She glared at her brother with her robbery eyes. Just as she was about to make a sound to smooth things over, several figures came into the door of the banquet hall.

"Long Hao, don't be proud. My Ouyang family is here to discuss with you." Ouyang Chao wore a light red casual suit, which looked quite festive.

Behind him was a middle-aged man in a long black jacket and a large group of men in suits carrying loads. Big red flowers were hung on these loads, and the word "Happy" was posted next to them.

Anyone with a little experience will know at a glance that the Ouyang family came to the Hou family to propose marriage, and they want to have a happy couple!

Seeing such a formation, the guests in the banquet hall were shocked.

Wu Yingli smiled on her face and said to the man in the shirt beside her: "Look, the boy from the Ouyang family is here to propose marriage."

Hou Shangyong, the man in the shirt, smiled and nodded: "Xiao Chao still has his own style and is quite imposing."

When many guests saw Ouyang Chao, they immediately stepped forward to say hello to him and approached him, but Ouyang Chao turned a blind eye and quickly walked to the front desk.

"Your surnamed Long, you really have a habit. Do you dare to fight with my uncle Qi from the Ouyang family?"

The man in black coat behind him stepped forward, his eyes looking at Long Hao on the stage like an eagle.

"Qi Xiao? The top master of the Ouyang family, it seems that there is a good show today." Many guests showed shocking expressions.

When Mr. Hou saw Qi Xiao, his eyebrows frowned into the character Sichuan.

There are three or four top masters in the Ouyang family. Although they are not in Jinzhou, everyone in the circle knows it. Unexpectedly, Qi Xiao is back!

Qi Xiao, wearing a black jacket, kicked his legs, spread his arms, and landed lightly on the platform.

"Please give me advice." Qi Xiao clasped his fists with his hands, but his eyes were full of mockery and disdain.

This person looks less than thirty, so the young master is probably exaggerating.

Hou Bing immediately looked excited and shouted with the microphone, "Hey, are you still a man? If you are a man, just fight with the Ouyang family!"

"If it weren't for a man, hurry up and don't stand here and show your eyes."
Chapter completed!