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Chapter 299 Feng Xiaocong

Anyway, there is no one at the moment, so just give him a blow.

scare you to death.

Sure enough, after Yuan Yuan threw Feng Xiaoming down, Feng Xiaoming's eyes were as big as light bulbs, and his mouth was so big that he could fit a fist.

"Huh? Why don't you talk?" Yuan Yuankai said, and at the same time stuck out his tongue and licked Feng Xiaoming's face.

Good guy, Yuan Yuan's tongue at the moment is like a sandpaper, after licking it, Feng Xiaoming's face becomes bloody and rotten.

The pain hit, and Feng Xiaoming finally realized it. He wanted to turn around and run, but found that his body was crushed by Yuan Yuan, and he couldn't move.

"You, what are you?" Feng Xiaoming stammered.

Seeing this scene, Yu Qiuya almost burst out laughing.

You deserve it, let you bully me, let you compare with the second master, it's better now.

Zhou Hao lit a cigarette and looked at everything in front of him with a smile.

I really have a brain problem. What is wrong with asking for something? Ask me for Yuan Yuan.

Well, isn't this for you?
You should take one and let me have a look.

"What are you talking about?!" Yuan Yuan narrowed his eyes, and the vertical pupil line became narrower, almost like a strand of hair.

What the hell am I?
What do you say I am? !

Realizing that he had said the wrong thing, Feng Jianming was so anxious that he was about to cry.

"No, no, I didn't mean that, I, I was wrong! I was wrong, please let me go!"

Yuan Yuan's appearance in this form completely overturned Feng Xiaoming's cognition.

A small orange cat suddenly turns into a full-grown lion.

I can still talk!

What are you kidding? !

What about bragging? !

"That can't be done, my boss asked me to go with you, come on, let's go together." Saying that, Yuan Yuan licked the other half of Feng Xiaoming's face again.

Originally, Feng Xiaoming was dressed like a feminine boy, but now both sides of his face are disfigured instantly.

How can this be good?

"I, I really know I was wrong, I don't want it, I don't want it! I have money, I have a lot of money!"

The heart-piercing pain made Feng Xiaoming forget the dignity of a man.

Dignity, you fucking fuck!

I'm terrified!

Live!

As soon as these words came out, Yuan Yuan's body paused, and even his pupils became round.

"Oh? Really? Then do you have Soft China?"

mmp!

Zhou Hao wished he could find a tree and kill him!
What's the point now?

I'm just pretending!
Can you wait until I finish installing it!

Feng Xiaoming was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes, yes!"

He didn't have time to think about what Yuan Yuan wanted cigarettes for, so he could only react subconsciously.

"You still don't take it out! Why are you in a daze!" Yuan Yuan suddenly poked his head forward and shouted.

Oh shit.

Not on the road.

Can't you see that I'm going crazy if I want to soften China?

Feng Xiaoming didn't say a word, but with trembling hands, he took it out from the inner pocket of his suit, probably because he was too nervous, he didn't take it out after several times.

"Hurry up!"

I'm so anxious, what are you doing here? !
Seeing that he couldn't get it out, Feng Xiaoming took off his suit and tore the inside pocket, and then took out a pack of white soft Chinese.

"Big, big fairy, your cigarette!" Feng Xiaoming handed it up with both hands and said tremblingly.

Yuan Yuan picked up his eyes and saw that it was not red skinned, but white skinned, and the cigarette flew away with a single paw.

"Do you fucking think I'm stupid? You actually used a fake cigarette to fool me? Don't you die! Let me tell you, don't mess with me! Otherwise, I'll really kill you!"

What the hell are you playing?
Such a well-dressed person has fake cigarettes on his body!

What about real smoke?
Let you make it? !
"Great Immortal! I don't dare, I dare not! This is a real cigarette, a special one, ordinary people, ordinary people can't smoke it! Just smoke one, and you will know!" Feng Xiaoming softly smoked the white skin He picked it up and handed it to Yuan Yuan.

It's really a big grievance, no matter how dandy Feng Xiaoming is, he won't cheat Yuan Yuan.

This cigarette was stolen by Feng Xiaoming from his grandfather Feng Zuoyao. Usually in their rich second generation circle, if they could smoke such a pack of cigarettes, it would be quite a face.

I thought that with such a soft Zhonghua going out, Yuan Yuan might be able to let herself go, but unexpectedly, what he got in exchange was Yuan Yuan's fury.

I don't know the goods.

"Forgive me, you dare not lie to me!" Yuan Yuan took the cigarette, poured out one, threw it into his mouth, and said displeasedly: "Light it up, I'm still waiting for me to speak?!"

"Alright, alright, Daxian, I'll light it for you." Feng Xiaoming then took out a limited edition zippo kerosene lighter.

Seeing this scene, Yu Qiuya almost burst out laughing.

The second young master of the Feng family is actually helping a cat to light a fire at this moment. If this is photographed and thrown into the circle of the capital, it will definitely be fried.

Zhou Hao didn't interrupt Yuan Yuan either, after all, Yuan Yuan was pretending to be aggressive at the moment, and he had to give it some face.

After Yuan Yuan smoked it, he found that the cigarette was much easier to smoke than the red-skinned soft Zhonghua, and he was in a good mood. He shrunk his body and ran behind Zhou Hao, wagging his tail.

"Are you all right now? Can I go?" Zhou Hao asked.

Hurry up, it's cool where you go.

Never come back.

I'm scared of you, okay?
Feng Xiaoming was about to speak.

"Xiaoming, why are you still here?"

A man's voice came, and everyone looked back.

The speaker was wearing a camouflage short-sleeved T-shirt, camouflage slacks, and a pair of thick military boots.

The tight-fitting T-shirt perfectly outlined the muscles of his upper body. He was a strong man. He had thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a straight nose, which perfectly interpreted the masculinity that a man should have.

"Brother, I, I..." Feng Xiaoming couldn't speak clearly at the moment, and didn't know how to speak.

She flirted with Yu Qiuya herself, but was stopped by this man?

Or, just now, a lion asked me for a cigarette?
Before Feng Xiaoming could finish speaking, the man noticed the wound on Feng Xiaoming's face. Looking around, the head of General Wei Feng raised by Feng Xiaoming was separated, and the ground was covered with blood.

"What's going on here!?" The man ran towards Feng Xiaoming and asked while touching his hand to his lower back.

This person was Feng Xiaoming's own brother, Feng Xiaocong. He had been a soldier for so many years, and he had also participated in several battles that were not exposed to the public, which made Feng Xiaocong especially sensitive to blood.

The word danger popped out of his brain.

Zhou Hao was also very disgusted when he saw Feng Xiaocong pulled out his gun.

Jianghu people don't like guns.

This is a very powerful bug.

Seeing Zhou Hao's strange behavior, Yu Qiuya wanted to explain to Zhou Hao who Feng Xiaocong was.

"Qiu Ya! Don't go there!" Feng Xiaocong yelled, randomly opened the safety of the pistol, pulled the bolt, and aimed the gun at Zhou Hao. The whole movement was smooth and smooth.

Don't blame him for staring at Zhou Hao, there are only three people here, and Feng Xiaocong knows Yu Qiuya.

and so.

These things in front of him can only be done by Zhou Hao.

Although General Weifeng is not a real ghost mastiff, but because of the impure bloodline, it is wild and difficult to train, and it is more ferocious than a purebred Tibetan mastiff.

Now the head of General Wei Feng has been taken off, so this person must be Zhou Hao.

What's amazing is not only this, but Zhou Hao didn't even get a little blood on his hands!
What kind of state is this nima?
Yu Qiuya was taken aback by his shout, and was about to explain something, but Zhou Hao pulled Yu Qiuya down behind him.

All of the above were thought of by Feng Xiaocong in an instant.

But Zhou Hao didn't think too much, he only knew that the person who drew the gun was Feng Xiaoming's elder brother, and he must have come to help his younger brother get ahead.

Zhou Hao was not at all surprised that Feng Xiaocong was able to call out Miss Yu.

It's not surprising that Feng Xiaoming knew Yu Qiuya himself, and his brother also knew Yu Qiuya.

Anyway, the two brothers are not good people.

Zhou Hao thought so.

"Let him go!" Feng Xiaocong stared at Zhou Hao and shouted.

He and Feng Xiaoming came to Suzhou to play, and by the way, they helped their grandfather with some errands. Now the errands were not completed, but such a thing happened.

It doesn't matter if the dog is dead, but his younger brother was beaten like this. As an older brother, he must ask for an explanation.

Otherwise, this matter cannot be explained to the family.

The moment Zhou Hao saw the gun, he felt very bad. He also stared at Feng Xiaocong closely and said, "Put down the gun first!"

(End of this chapter)