Uncle's Crisis

Chapter 283

"You open the door, I have something to tell you." Feng Dazhi suppressed the anger in his heart, and said to the phone.

Zhou Qiaoran knew that it was not good to hide it anymore, so she said: "I have guests in my room, it is inconvenient for you to come here, wait for another day."

Feng Dazhi said: "No, I must see you tonight!"

"Really, I won't lie to you. The guests have already fallen asleep. You are a man's house. It is really inappropriate to enter the house at this time."

"There's nothing wrong with it. You open the door. I'm right in front of the door." Feng Dazhi said, walked quickly to the door of the unit, and rang the doorbell.

I don't know if Zhou Qiaoran found out with conscience, or because of her helplessness, she pressed the key to open the door and turned on the light.

After Feng Dazhi entered the room, although he was full of resentment, he pretended to be calm and sat down on the sofa.

Zhou Qiaoran seemed embarrassed. In order to hide her emotions, she poured Feng Dazhi a glass of boiling water and brought some green candies, and said, "You are really self-willed. It's so late, and you still come here to do something. What? What do people think of me?"

Feng Dazhi said: "When we are in love, who will chew their tongues? Let them chew if they want to."

Zhou Qiaoran's face sank, and he said, "Who is in love with you?"

"What? You mean we are not in a relationship?" Feng Dazhi stood up, stared at Zhou Qiaoran condescendingly, and asked, "What happened before that? Dating, watching movies, drinking coffee, pressing the road, shopping Park, my mother was stabbed for this and almost lost my life, what do you think is going on?"

"You can't talk nonsense!" Zhou Qiaoran suddenly changed his attitude. He looked at each other coldly and was not polite, "We are just good friends. What's wrong with playing and talking together? Then it's a relationship? You're being stabbed It's not because of me, and it's not because you offended someone, don't force it on me, okay?"

Feng Dazhi was stunned, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses, and asked, "Zhou Qiaoran, you... what do you mean by this?"

"I mean it's obvious, you are you, I am me, we have nothing to do with each other, even if you were killed, it has nothing to do with me!"

Feng Dazhi felt as if he had been stabbed once, this time not in the waist, but in the heart.

He not only felt the fatal pain, but also faintly heard the sound of gurgling blood.

"Zhou Qiaoran, you're not the reincarnation of a vixen, are you? We've been dating for so long, and you're still the matchmaker personally secured by Mr. Pang. Why did you turn your back on him?"

"Even if it was Mr. Pang who led the line, I didn't agree to you. I just wanted to understand. What's wrong with that?"

"But why didn't you say that before? That night in the park, if the villain hadn't stabbed you with a knife, wouldn't you have become my man?"

"How did I become yours? When did I become yours?"

"You said... you said... did you take the initiative to do that to me? Did you get close to me and say those provocative things to me, that's why I did that, and now you don't admit it, you What exactly does that mean?"

"You talk nonsense, it's because you lost control after drinking, you're daring, and you don't care about my feelings. Speaking of which, I really have to thank that person. If he hadn't seen injustice and drew his sword to help, I'm afraid I would have been killed You are ruined, totally ruined!"

Anger starts from the heart, and evil grows from the gallbladder!
Feng Dazhi was dizzy, his eyes went dark, and he almost fell to the ground.

He bounced and gritted his teeth, and when he slowly came to his senses, he had completely lost his mind and rushed forward crazily.

"Feng Dazhi, let go, let go...let go of me..."

Zhou Qiaoran's resistance aroused Feng Dazhi's fighting spirit even more. He was like a madman, desperate and hysterical.

Although Zhou Qiaoran resisted desperately, she was a woman after all, and after a while, she was exhausted and collapsed.

"Stop! You stop! You bastard!"

At the critical moment, a black figure jumped out from behind and ran straight behind Feng Dazhi.

Feng Dazhi froze, his body softened, he turned his head slowly, but saw a person, to be precise, a "masked hero".

This "Xia Ke" was tall, straight and burly, with a hood on his head, a knife in one hand, and a miniature sword in the other, and was crackling and patting.

Feng Dazhi decided to fight to the death, but when he turned his head and saw the gleaming blade, he was immediately discouraged.

Paralyzed!
The knife does not recognize people!

I have just been stabbed once, the scar is healed, but the pain is still there!
"Get up! You fucking get up!" the masked man ordered.

Feng Dazhi climbed up helplessly, but forgot to tidy up his embarrassed appearance, and was photographed squarely again.

It's so ugly!
Without saying a word, he sat down on the ground with his head downcast.

And Zhou Qiaoran was still lying there, completely dead.

This frightened Feng Dazhi so much that he called softly: "Xiao Zhou...Xiao Zhou, get up...get up."

But Zhou Qiaoran remained motionless, with his eyes closed tightly, only a line of tears flowing silently from the corner of his eyes.

"Xiao Zhou... Zhou Qiaoran, are you okay?"

"Stop shouting, the person is already dead."

"Dead? Impossible? I'm fine..."

"What else do you want?"

Feng Dazhi lowered his head.

"Masked Hero" sneered, and said, "You boy, you are such a scum! You actually attacked a defenseless woman, are you a fucking lunatic?"

"me……"

"What are you, you, just wait to go to jail!" The "masked hero" took a step closer, raised his foot and kicked Feng Dazhi's waist. The pain flooded up, and I was sweating profusely.

"Say, is it rape to admit it or not?" The "Masked Hero" kicked again.

"Ouch..." Feng Dazhi cried out in pain, covering the place with his hands tightly, trembling all over, and said through gritted teeth, "No...not rape, she is my girlfriend, we are just...just playing It's too much, if you don't believe me, you can ask her."

"Damn it, people are dead, how can you still ask?"

"No way, why did he die?"

"You are blind, how can you be like that if you don't die?"

"Really dead?" Feng Dazhi slowly turned his face and took a look. Zhou Qiaoran was really like a zombie. He was suddenly caught by a strong sense of fear and cried, "Please, hurry up." ... Hurry up and save people! Save people!"

"Save me for what? She's nothing like me." The tone of the "Masked Hero" was as cold as ice.

"You... who are you?" Feng Dazhi asked angrily.

"Who am I? Don't you know who I am?"

"You, Tema, are a thief! You are an inhuman thief!"

The "Masked Hero" actually laughed and said, "Yes, you are right. I am a thief, a thief who specializes in killing the rich and helping the poor. But you, you are not a fucking good guy, aren't you? A thief?"

"I'm not a thief...not a thief..."

(End of this chapter)