Chapter 90

Chejin has not never seen a big scene, but it is rare for this girl to carry it with more than a dozen men.

I don't know whether the wife is too confident or a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers.

He asked Feng moye sideways, "President Feng, do you want me..."

Before Che Jin finished his words, the man got up directly from his wheelchair, picked up the stick on the ground and walked towards the crowd.

At that time, Che Jin was stunned on the spot. What happened to him? When did his legs get better?

Feng moye is full of anger. He swings his stick at those people and puts his foot on the man who is preparing to attack Cheng ran.

Cheng ran turned and saw Feng moye. He frowned, "Why are you here?"

The man full of evil spirit hooked his lips: "my wife has been bullied. Can I not come?"

"But your legs..."

"Good morning." I just haven't chosen a time to tell her.

Cheng ran thinks she has no big problem dealing with these dozen people, but she can't stand the time people spend with you. Her physical strength is limited and she can't hold on for long.

Here comes Mo Ye. How can I help her buy some time.

"Be careful yourself. I may not care about you." Cheng ran thought that his legs had just recovered and his skill was certainly not as agile as hers.

Feng moye's eyes flashed a breath of awe: "don't underestimate your husband."

As soon as the voice fell, Feng moye swung a stick and hit a pioneer. Cheng ran watched him three or two times and knocked over five people. The positions hit were the key. Those people lay on the ground and cried repeatedly. She couldn't help staring. This man was terrible.

Where is lame and not agile? Really don't be too agile, okay?

Feng moye knocked these people down in two or three times. He acted cleanly. People with a clear eye knew that he was a practicing family, and he was not an ordinary practicing family, which was definitely of international level.

What the hell did he do before.

Cheng ran thought she had practiced since childhood and was praised by the national coach. Even she won the championship. Now it seems that she has fulfilled the sentence that there are people outside, and there are days outside.

No wonder when Feng moye's legs and feet are inconvenient, she feels hard to fight with him. It turns out that this girl's skill is not as simple as she looks.

She hid deeply enough. This time, she felt she should know more about her mysterious husband.

Not only Cheng ran, but also Che Jin was stunned. He remembered the last time he saw president Feng fight with someone or before he had a car accident. At that time, President Feng always frightened his opponents. As long as he had been with him once, he didn't dare to find him again easily.

Now there is a wife who is also a cruel role. A little girl in her early twenties dares to fight alone with more than a dozen strong men. Just looking at this courage, ordinary people can't have.

They closed the house with hidden dragons and crouching tigers. Now, there comes Cheng ran, who doesn't know his true identity. He is even more expert.

But if you look at your wife like this, it's a good match with them.

The toothpick man fell to the ground, twitching all over with pain, and stared at Feng moye with a pale face.

"You... You're heavier than this woman."

Feng moye threw away the stick, and Xin Chang's body bent slightly. His slender fingers grabbed the toothpick man's collar. The anger at the bottom of his eyes was frightening.

"Who sent you?"

The toothpick man can't help being frightened just by the eyes of Shangfeng moye. He's really scared of being beaten by this man. Every fist is hard.

If he doesn't say it again, he'll have to explain his life here.

"A woman named... Pan Shan asked us to destroy her innocence, and then took photos and sent them to her."

Cheng Ran's face changes. Pan Shan, wasn't Pan Shan fired by Feng moye before?

Feng moye frowned quietly, and his eyes were already filled with thin anger.

"How much did she give you?"

"Fifty... Fifty thousand." The toothpick man was sealed. Mo Ye grabbed his collar and kept shrinking back. He could feel the momentum around the man like a storm, cold and frightening.

Feng moye threw him away like garbage and raised his jaw to Che Jin.

"Give him 100000. Pan Shan will tell him what to do."

Che Jin's heart thudded. President Feng was going to be cruel and wanted Pan Shan to repay all these people for what she told them to do.

"Yes."

Feng moye walks to Cheng ran with steady steps. The anger on her face suddenly converges, and the warm palm gently touches her cold cheek.

"Is there any injury?"

Cheng ran couldn't resist the tenderness of his eyes. He was flustered and embarrassed.

"It's all minor injuries. It's not in the way."

"Minor injuries have to be dealt with." Feng moye takes Cheng Ran's hand and walks out of the alley. Cheng Ran's mind is like a plane crash at this moment. She hates people she doesn't know to touch him. At this moment, she lets him hold her hand.

Cheng ran didn't know how she was pulled into the car. She didn't come back until she heard Feng moye's voice.

She stared at Feng moye: "what did you say?"

"Lift up your clothes and let me see." The man's voice is strong and irresistible.

Instead of lifting up his clothes, Cheng ran covers his clothes and looks at Feng moye warily.

"No, I can handle this little injury myself."

The man put his hands on the seat at will, but he didn't worry.

"You can handle it yourself, but there's always something out of your reach."

Cheng Ran's attitude was firm: "I can do it myself. I don't need you."

"I'm your husband." A man puts on his identity and wants to tell her that they are husband and wife. If the husband doesn't come, who else wants to come?

Cheng ran subconsciously shrinks back: "even if you are my husband, we don't have the reality of husband and wife."

Since childhood, no man has seen an inch of her skin hidden under her clothes. Even if Feng moye is her husband now, she will not allow it.

We all know that if we are just nominal couples, there is no need to do those intimate things.

Che Jin then finished handling the things over there, returned to the car and handed over the ointment.

"Mr. Feng, I bought the medicine."

"Well, if you buy some more water, she may be thirsty."

Che Jin glanced at Cheng ran, who looked like a thief, smiled and turned to the supermarket.

Feng moye holds the ointment, and his deep eyes twinkle with potential.

"I only give you places where you can't paint. Instead of holding on here, I'd better deal with the wound as soon as possible. When it gets inflamed, don't you have to go to the hospital? Aren't there male doctors in the hospital? Don't I look better than those doctors?"

What he said is reasonable and reasonable. Cheng ran really can't find a refutation.

She does have some tingling pain in her back. I don't know if the dead fat man just hit her with a stick and hurt her muscles and bones. If her endurance and physical strength were not good, she would have to beat those street hooligans into the hospital today and lie down for half a month.

It's not impossible for Feng moye to apply medicine to her, but he's not used to it. He's even a little shy.

She has never been a hypocritical person. She used to fight with people and was stabbed with a knife. Even her bones were faintly visible. She didn't say a word. How could she be afraid that Feng moye would give her medicine.

For Feng moye, to be fair, every time he approached himself, especially his gentle tone and drowning eyes, she was overwhelmed.

I always thought that she would not be moved by any man in her life, but her heart beat faster when he repeatedly provoked her. Several times, she dared not look him in the eye.

Feng moye waited for a long time. He didn't wait for Cheng Ran's response. He wasn't impatient. He just looked at the watch on his wrist.

"I'll have a meeting later."

This meaning has been very obvious. It seems that Cheng ran will be hypocritical if he doesn't agree again.

Cheng ran slowly turned his back and said, "well... Come on."

Feng moye listened to her tone and couldn't help laughing: "it's just a medicine. How can you die?"

Her tone of death at home meant something else.