Ex-wife strategy: Mr. Fu wants to spoil me

Chapter 911 If He Didn't Like You

The cane flew about three meters away.

Sheng Mian curled up her fingertips and looked up at him.

Xie Feng took out a cigarette and looked at her without hesitation.

Sheng Mian didn't feel wronged, but stood up slowly.

"Mr. Xie, what does this mean?"

Is it because of Fu Yancheng, or because she provoked Xie Sisi back then?
Xie Feng looked her up and down, she didn't suffer any external injuries, maybe her feet were injured, and now she seems to be in good spirits.

Unlike Fu Yancheng, who went back and forth several times in the emergency room, half of his foot was in the gate of hell.

"Yancheng suffered such serious injuries for you, you have already reached the door of the ward, why don't you go in and take a look?"

Sheng Mian suddenly understood that he was doing it for Fu Yancheng.

"Someone is watching him."

Liu Qing cried so sadly, she was still pregnant with Fu Yancheng's child.

Xie Feng thought it was funny, his complexion sank for a moment, and he pushed her against the wall.

"Sheng Mian, if he didn't like you, I could kill you right now."

Sheng Mian's neck was strangled and she couldn't breathe.

She frowned and looked at Xie Feng.

Xie Feng's appearance is different from Fu Yancheng's. Fu Yancheng looks expensive, but Xie Feng is completely gloomy and stern.

There are very few rumors about him in the imperial capital, except that he has a good relationship with Fu Yancheng, he is almost always dealing with cold weapons.

He looked like a weapon without temperature.

Sheng Mian was uncomfortably pinched, but the expression between her brows and eyes was still defiant and calm.

Xie Feng let go, bowed his head and lit a cigarette, regardless of whether this was a hospital or not.

The passing nurse wanted to persuade him, but seeing the fierceness on his body, she was so frightened that she fell silent, and hurried away.

"Sheng Mian, so you don't like him, right?"

"It's because he doesn't like me that much."

When Sheng Mian said this, he touched his neck to relieve the pain.

Xie Feng laughed suddenly, his face became terrified, and he raised his hand to pinch her chin.

"A whole kilometer, the distance he pulled you out of the mudslide, the ground is covered in blood. Your leg is still the first aid method he used, otherwise it would have been useless. Sheng Mian, I should take a photo of the scene for you to see. I have never seen Yancheng like that in my life."

The whole body was dirty, the clothes on his body had turned into strips of cloth, the gunshot wound on his chest was white, and there was even more mud on his head.

Dragging her unconscious, she climbed that road for a kilometer before falling down until rescuers found her.

If this is not liking, then what is liking.

How could this woman say such a thing without shame?
The personalities of Xie Feng and Fu Yancheng are very similar to a certain extent.

It's just that Xie Feng really doesn't care much about women, and has always only used women as a tool to vent his anger, but Fu Yancheng is just stubborn and poisonous.

Fu Yancheng cared a lot in his heart, but what he said might not be worth a cent.

Because he lived in that neglected environment since he was a child, he knew that it was useless to tell the truth.

Xie Feng let go of him, lit another cigarette, and spoke calmly.

"If you don't like him, just say so, don't say he doesn't like you."

Fu Yancheng likes Shengmian.

Love it to death.

Sheng Mian was let go, and a red mark had already been pinched on her chin.

She suddenly remembered what the doctor said just now, someone had taken measures for her leg in time, and said that she had to thank Fu Yancheng.

Now that Xie Feng said so again, it seemed that after the two of them were sucked into the torrent, Fu Yancheng woke up later.

She suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable, her heart was crushed by something in an instant, and she almost bent down in pain.

She couldn't help but want to cough, but when she opened her mouth, she couldn't cough.

Xie Feng didn't want to look at her, so he went directly to the smoking area in the distance.

When he reached the crutch, he thought about it, and kicked the crutch back again.

Sheng Mian didn't pick it up, but leaned against the cold wall, trying to calm down her boiling emotions.

She didn't know how long it took before she felt her heart feel better, bent down to pick up the crutches on the ground, and returned to the ward.

While lying on the hospital bed, she suddenly felt a pain in her heart, an indescribable pain.

She curled up, covering herself tightly with the quilt.

Xie Feng didn't make it very clear just now, but she knew how seriously Fu Yancheng was injured at that time, so why dragged her away?

She dared not think.

In fact, before she married Fu Yancheng, she had seen him from a distance. At that time, she followed Zhang Rong, standing in the shadows.

And he stared at the wine glass in his hand with indifferent eyes like stars and moons, with a noble attitude that he did not want to talk to the people around him.

At that time, the master also spat.

"You're really putting on airs at such a young age, you're putting on a show, you're full of fluff, little Penny, don't learn from this kind of person in the future."

I only saw it once from a distance, and the more profound thing is what the master said, it's full of fluff.

But for a painter, he is indeed very good-looking, almost like a fairy.

So it's hard for her to imagine how embarrassing such a precious person as him can be.

(End of this chapter)