Dungeon era

Chapter 5 Yang Lin's Marriage

The car drove out gorgeously and soon came to the door of the Warrior Hotel, which was wrapped by Yang Lin today, and people without invitations could not enter at all.

When he got out of the car, he first sent his mother to the inside to sit and chat with his neighbors. The receptionists at the door knew Han Ping, so no one stopped him. Of course, even if he stopped him, he had to have that strength.

After saying hello to his parents, Han Ping went out. Of course, Li Zhaoling also followed, along with Wang Lin.

Although Han Ping and others do not need to receive, Yang Lin, the groom, must receive Song Tao and others outside.

Today, Yang Lin is dressed in a suit and is clean all over. He looks no more playful than before and looks a little mature. However, it is precisely because of this that the girls passing by are screaming, but there are many warriors guarding at the door, so there is no chance to enter.

A luxury car or sports car drove to the door of the hotel. These are all rich families. Because they bought the houses of Yang Lin and other people in the community, they are now known people and have also received invitations.

But they don't have any airs now. The young people present are no bigger than them. So he consciously walked to the gift money. After offering more than seven-digit gift money, he said hello to Yang Lin and found a place to sit and chat.

When it comes to gift money, the people in Han Ping's community are now looking for a job with a high salary because of Han Ping's relationship, so the average person is 20,000, which means that good things become double. Of course, it also means that they are happy. After all, when they get married, they already have children and have a check. Guo Xiaomei's belly is a boy.

Although Han Ping is not short of money, he didn't give much gift money, which is of no more useful than that. As early as a few days ago, several of them discussed that the six-digit gift was all six, which meant that everything was going well.

Another car drove over, and Han Ping's eyes lit up. He actually found that the driver was Li Yongqiang, and the person next to him was the girl who claimed to be Yaya. Behind her sat a man and a woman, who should be their parents.

It's a little strange. Li Yongqiang knows that he has never been hungry and the whole family is full, but now he has bought a car. Learning to drive is only a momentary thing for their strength, so it is not surprising that he will drive.

The little girl lay on Li Yongqiang, looking like a Lori, clear and soft. First, he made a gift from his identity card, and then stood in front of Han Ping and others regardless of the man and woman behind him.

"This..." pointed to the two, Han Ping knew that Li Yongqiang understood what he meant.

"This little guy relied on me to come, and his parents were worried, so they followed him. I don't think you will have a problem with you." Some love pinched the little girl's nose, and then looked at Yang Lin with a threatening intention.

"You've said it, can I have a problem?" he muttered, which was considered acquiescence.

"Go in. We don't need us here. I don't believe you can receive those people in person," Han Ping said, pointing to the fat and oily millionaires.

"You think I don't want to. My father said that if I dare to play a fool of myself again today, he will break off the father-son relationship with me." Yang Lin looked depressed.

"Damn it, it's amazing," several people were stunned at the same time and then said.

Han Ping, Li Yongqiang, Wang Lin, Li Zhaoling, and the little fire lying on Han Ping's shoulder looked at Yang Lin pitifully, shook his head and went in. The movements were very unified.

After going in for about half an hour, several people came out again. Yang Lin's eyes were full of tears and he was almost moved to tears.

"I didn't come to see you, Mo Lao came," Han Ping's words directly knocked Yang Lin down the abyss and was stunned.

Just now, in the room, they were drinking wine and talking about things between cultivation. Li Xiaoling's phone rang, and he knew that Mr. Mo also knew about this matter and wanted to come over, but he didn't know Yang Lin's phone number, so he had to call Li Xiaoling.

Sure enough, about ten minutes later, a luxury car was parked at the door of the hotel, and an energetic old man came down. Yang Lin and others came forward to greet him in person. This kind old man not only saved his parents, but also Li Xiaoling's master, so they did not have much estrangement.

"Yang Lin, you didn't inform me. The old man came uninvited. You shouldn't blame him." Before getting out of the car, a cheerful voice came.

"Old Mo, what are you talking about? Isn't there no your phone number, otherwise this first invitation will be for you?" Yang Lin's face was practiced, so he didn't blush, breathed, and his heart beat normally and laughed.

Mo came old and smiled kindly, like a kind old man, not as cold-blooded as his warrior world.

What makes Han Ping amused is that Mr. Mo only gave a gift of 666666. It seems that he wants to be together. The wedding picture is auspicious.

Several people were about to enter the room with a smile, and then turned back. Qu Ping also came, so after a warm turn, they walked towards the room. Yang Lin looked at the disappearing figure outside, gritted his teeth and followed in.

After entering, Yang Lin quickly followed Han Ping and others. In their strange eyes, he said aggrievedly to his angry father:

"They escorted me in. Dad, as you know, Xiaoping is already better than me. What's more, they are so together, how can I resist?" Han Ping said while winping.

Several people were stunned at the same time, and then looked at Yang Lin, who was about to turn over. They understood in an instant and quickly said:

"Yes, uncle, we tied him in. Uncle, you don't know that this boy won't come in. If I hadn't been better than him, I wouldn't have pulled him in today! Uncle, don't blame him first. In fact, we brought him in to discuss the practice. As you know, our strength is slow to improve now. It's time to talk about it. Qiang, don't you think so?" Han Ping finished and touched Li Yongqiang's shoulder.

"Oh, yes, uncle, let's find a place to talk first." Li Yongqiang naturally understood what was going on and quickly reacted and pulled Yang Lin like an empty table, with his back to several elders, pretending to talk.

"Haha, brother, Xiaoping, A Qiang, you will be my own brothers in the future." Yang Lin's body trembled with excitement. It seems that it is more tiring to let him, an un serious person, receive guests than a big fight.

"Uncle, you lied. My mother told the girl that the lying child is wrong." A child's voice came, and the little girl put on Li Yongqiang's shoulder pointed to several people angrily, but she looked cuter.

"Good boy, girl, your mother must not lie to you in good faith." Yang Lin incarnated as a strange man and kneaded the little girl's head vigorously with a cheap smile on his face.

Time passed slowly, and finally the wedding was officially held. There was a stage in the hotel. On the stage, the music first sounded, and then a beautiful love story was told. Except for Yang Lin and Han Ping, who had no brains, they all listened carefully, especially the little girl, who listened most seriously. .

After telling the love story, the bride came out, wearing a white wedding dress, a beautiful face, and the special temperament cultivated to the soldier level, which made Guo Xiaomei very shiny today. At this time, Yang Lin did not dare to be idle. This was his marriage, and the bride came out, so naturally she had to do business.

Accompanied by a beautiful girl, Yang Lin slowly walked towards the wedding ring. The girl was actually their classmate Yu Lei, but the traces of the years remained on her face, which seemed to be a little older than Yang Lin.

An old man came out from behind the scenes and began to talk about topics that you don't want to. Yang Lin and Guo Xiaomei were naturally willing to answer, followed by wearing rings and kissing. Yang Lin's skills were very fierce. For five minutes, he played all kinds of tricks, making Guo Xiaomei gasp.

The old man who came out is actually Huang Lao, and I don't know what Yang Lin thinks, but he really looks like a priest on TV, and his cultivation may be because he ate the companion corpse fruit, and he has also reached the eighth level of soldiers. There is still hope to become a king in his life.

After everything is over, it will be served, eaten and drunk. Today, it is destined to be Yang Lin's sadness. There are dozens of tables of banquets, and he must toast at each table, especially Han Ping. If you find that he uses elements to force him to drink, it will look like you are waiting for, so the meal will come to end. After that, Yang Lin vomited. Yes, he drank and vomited.

Fu Shaoping's recent days have been getting better. At the beginning, Han Ping let him go before practicing, but they just broke his hands and feet. According to the current science and technology, he was treated easily. At first, he also restrained a lot, but as his father broke through the king, he became rampant again.

Bully men and women, do nothing. There is a king-level old man. Those who are bullied have put up with it. After all, they can't afford to provoke him. Can't they hide?

Today, he took his beautiful woman and threatened to take her to the best hotel in the Northeast Dungeon for a meal, but before he approached, he was stopped. It was all for face, especially in front of women.

Relying that his father was a king-level strongman, Fu Shaoping raised his hand and slapped him in the face. Song Tao and the five people did not stay here because of the beginning of the banquet, so the two and triple bodyguards of several soldiers at the door were Fu Shaoping, a soldier, who read eight times.

"Brother Ping, you are so awesome," a tingling voice came from the woman.

"Hey, there is something more powerful. I'll let you try it tonight," Fu Shaoping said boldly, and then strode into the hotel with the woman, and the woman's voice was conveyed in the corridor:

"Damn it, Brother Ping..."