Knocked to the election boss today

Chapter 548 Looking for a bunch of fresh meat (2)

Feng Heng was knocked back a few steps, if he hadn't held on to the pillars in the corridor, he would have fallen on his back.

Feng Wuze quickly went to help him, "Dad, are you okay?"

Feng Heng stood firm and gave him a sideways glance, "What do you think?"

Feng Wuze sneered, "Dad, I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first."

When the words fell, he raised his foot and was about to run.

Unexpectedly, he was pulled back by a force.

Feng Heng grabbed his collar, "Where are you going?"

"A friend for a drink." Feng Wuze was forced to back away, lying without blushing.

"drink wine?"

Feng Heng snorted softly, "I can't see it, are you going to Fengyun City?"

The sharp words pierced through Feng Wuze's little thoughts.

He laughed dryly, and complimented, "As expected of my father, he is really clever, and my son really admires him."

"Stop flattering me." Feng Heng snorted, "Don't go."

"Go back to sleep."

Hearing this, Feng Wuze was stunned, "Dad, you already know the situation in Fengyun City, why are you stopping me from going?"

"Plan to tell someone's fortune again?"

"..."

He suspected that his father came here on purpose to block him.

Feng Heng said categorically, "If you are not allowed to go, you are not allowed to go, go back to your room."

Feng Wuze sighed, and smiled flatteringly, "Dad, they are my friends, don't you always say that we have friends, so we should draw our swords to help?"

"That's what I said, but the situation is different this time, so don't meddle in it." Feng Heng said with a straight face, angrily.

"Last time you said something you shouldn't say to Qiao Luo, you should be content if I didn't beat you up."

"If you dare to run around again, I will let your mother treat you."

Feng Wuze pouted, approached flatteringly, squeezed his fists to help him beat his shoulders, "Dad, everything is easy to discuss, don't let my mother meddle in our men's affairs, I promise I will only go and see, absolutely not Talking nonsense."

"You are my son, how can I not know what kind of temperament you are?" Feng Heng raised his hand and stroked his beard, and said with a snort.

Swear it is the same as drinking plain water, once you drink it, you forget it.

Feng Wuze froze, "..."

After all, he is the head of the family, so we can't give him some face.

He turned his eyes and asked tentatively, "Dad, do you think something will happen to Long Beijue?"

When he raised his tail, Feng Heng knew what he was up to.

He said in an authentic manner, "You forgot, I am not the head of the family now, so I don't count these casually."

"Dad, do you still have any loyalty? Thanks to you, you still call Long Beijue's father a brother. Now that his son is in trouble, you don't know how to lend a helping hand. When did you become so useless..."

Feeling that he would die if he said "human nature", Feng Wuze quickly changed his words, "So cold-blooded."

The son taught Lao Tzu a lesson and turned against him.

Feng Heng was so angry that his chest was tight, and his temper came up slowly.

Iron Sand Palm slapped him on the back of the head, "Feng Wuze, are you looking for a beating? Dare to say that your father is cold-blooded. Are you itchy?"

Feng Wuze's head was buzzing, and he raised his hand to rub the back of his head.

He said bitterly, "Dad, let's get down to business, just let me go. They have an accident, and I can't sit still at home."

"If you can't sit still, then you should kneel down." Feng Heng said.

"..."

Is this still his own father?
He didn't know what to think of, but he had a wicked smile on his face, "Anyway, I have to go today, if you don't let me go, I'll take my mother to the bar, and introduce a bunch of fresh meat to her by the way."

For the next three words, he deliberately said slowly so that he could hear clearly.

Feng Heng's eyes widened, and he was about to hit him with a slap.

"You stinky boy."

Feng Wuze was already prepared, and quickly moved aside.

He is delicate and expensive, and he can't stand beatings, what should he do if he is ugly.

"Dad, haven't you seen those little fresh meats, one is more powerful than the other, what kind of little milk dog, little wolf dog, there are all kinds of types, and you also know that mom is a face control, if she is allowed to go..."

"Shut up." Feng Heng was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, "Feng Wuze, if you don't beat me up for a few days, you're going to go to the house to expose the tiles, right?"

How dare he take his daughter-in-law to see Xiao Xianrou, to see his uncle.

"Dad, if you let me go, I won't be in your way here, right?" Feng Wuze laughed.

Feng Heng broke a branch and made a gesture to whip him, "Get out, get out of here quickly, the farther you get out, the better."

Waiting for this sentence, Feng Wuze narrowed his eyes with a smile.

He squeezed his throat and said, "Come on, I'll take my leave now, little one."

Fearing that his father would repent, he ran away.

Feng Heng realized that he was being tricked, and hurriedly chased after him, "Feng Wuze, stop for me, who will allow you to go."

In the middle of the night, the father and son played a "game" of chasing each other, which attracted many servants to watch.

However, the young man's physical strength, how could Feng Heng compare.

After chasing to the door, Feng Wuze had already sat in the car, he poked his head out of the car window, "Dad, I'm sorry, I'll buy you some wine when I come back."

Before he finished speaking, he started the car and drove away.

Feng Heng ate a stomachful of dust, his teeth itching with anger.

This dead boy.

……

In the early morning, the cold wind was bitingly cool.

The lights in the room were all on, and it was destined to be a sleepless night.

Qiao Luo didn't wake up, Liu Yiman couldn't let go, and kept guarding by the bed.

Yi Xuan came out of Lan Xi's room and walked into Qiao Luo's room, "Master, why don't you go and rest for a while, I'll watch over it."

Liu Yiman shook his head, with tired eyes, "Qiqi won't wake up, and I won't be able to sleep either, just stay here and watch."

"Miss Seven hasn't woken up yet. Could it be that she is injured somewhere else? Should I let Master Fan take another look?" Aunt Zhao worried.

Yi Xuan said, "Second senior brother said that Qiqi spent too much energy fighting and was hit, so she slept for so long."

After the words fell, the eyelashes of the person on the bed trembled slightly.

Liu Yiman got close and saw with sharp eyes, "Qiqi."

"Yi Xuan, Qi Qi moved her eyelashes just now, she probably is about to wake up, you go and call Duan Fan over."

Yi Xuan regained his energy immediately, turned around and ran out.

"Second senior brother, come quickly."

As soon as he shouted, he immediately led Yue Er over.

"Did something happen to the young lady?"

Yi Xuan stopped, "Qiqi seems to be waking up."

Hearing this, Yue Er showed joy and hurried into Qiao Luo's room.

"Qiqi, how do you feel?" Liu Yiman asked softly.

Qiao Luo stared at the bed curtain sleepily, with a look of confusion in the depths.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Yue Er's heart skipped a beat, "Young Madam, are you alright?"

Could it be that he was too stimulated and became a little distracted?

Seeing Yue Er, Qiao Luo's face changed slightly.

She sat up abruptly, making gestures to get out of bed.

Liu Yiman and the others were taken aback, and quickly stopped her.

Liu Yiman took her hand and urged urgently, "Qiqi, you can't get out of bed now, you should have a good rest."

(End of this chapter)