C29 Point of Force

Just then, the messenger rang, Feng Jingteng pressed the answer button, and the messenger immediately let out a furious shout.

"Feng Jingteng, Wen Family has been calling to inform us that you already have a partner. What exactly is going on?"

Feng Jingteng frowned in displeasure. Looking at the person on the bed, he turned around and walked out of the room, then went to the third floor and pressed a 3D projection to talk to him.

Three metres away, a middle-aged man dressed in a white military uniform sat on a black chair. When he saw Feng Jingteng, his gaze was as sharp as an arrow.

Feng Jingteng said indifferently: "I had already registered for the wedding yesterday."

Feng Jia'ao squinted: "Who is it?"

"For the time being, I can't tell you."

"Feng Jingteng, even if you don't say anything, I can still find out who that person is." Feng Jia'ao laughed coldly: "I hate people who go against my words the most. On the day you entered the Feng Family List, I said before that you did not have the authority to decide your marriage. "

Feng Jingteng's lips curled up in a sneer, "General Feng, you did say that, but I did not promise to do as you say."

Feng Jia'ao slapped the armrest of his chair in anger. "Don't think I can't do anything to you just because you registered your marriage. "Let me tell you, as long as I order it, you can get a divorce tomorrow."

With that, the projection disappeared without a trace.

Feng Jingteng sneered, he did not place Feng Jia'ao in his eyes at all.

He kept his communication device and turned around, only to see a cute little head peeking out from inside the stairs, laughing: "Weiwei, what's wrong?"

I originally wanted Uncle Feng to help me bathe, but now there is no need. "

He quickly turned around and ran back to the second floor of the studio with his two legs. He opened the system of photon computer invading the Civil Building, added a protection program on the marriage registration between Feng Jingteng and Feng Jingteng, and an order to prevent others from invading the building.

When all was done, Mei went back to his room to take a bath.

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On the other side, when Feng Jingteng returned to his room, he saw that Mei Chuanqi had already removed all of his clothes, and was lying on the bed without a single trace of clothes.

After being drunk, Mei Chuanqi still thought that he was in jail. When he vaguely heard the sound of footsteps, he shouted unintelligibly, "Come, give me a massage."

Feng Jingteng raised his eyebrows, walked over and sat on the bedside. Seeing the smooth back of the body, his eyes darkened, and gently caressed Mei Chuanqi's back.

Mei Chuanqi felt that it was a bit itchy and turned his body: "You haven't eaten? "Harder."

Feng Jingteng laughed as he curled his lips. He reached out his other hand and massaged his back with just the right amount of strength.

Mei Chuanqi was so comfortable that he muttered to himself, "Yan, your cooking skills are getting better and better!"

Feng Jingteng's movements stopped, his eyes suddenly congealed into a terrifying tornado, and he asked coldly: "Who is it?"

"Yan, it's my …" Yan, is my... "It's mine …"

Prisoner!

Mei Chuanqi's mind was not clear in the first place, but before he finished speaking, he had slowly fallen asleep.

Feng Jingteng heard Mei Chuanqi continuously saying the words' it's mine, it's mine '.

In the next moment, a scream came from the room.