Domineering is addictive, Boss don't mess around

Chapter 432
"You really don't look like a man." Ji Shaotian's always cynical face could hardly reveal a vicious and serious expression.

He stepped on it so hard that Yang Zihao's face on the ground was deformed.

"Which onion are you?"

Yang Zihao was so trampled on by him that he had no power to fight back, but he was still stubborn and yelled at him.

"I'm not a famous person, but it's more than enough to deal with you."

Ji Shaotian suddenly let go of his feet, grabbed him from the ground, looked at him with a smile on his face and said, "Do you know what the consequences will be if you say such humiliating words to the lady?"

"The matter between me and my woman, don't you care?"

Yang Zihao cursed and didn't care about maintaining his image in front of Feng Mohan, so he raised his hand and wanted to hit Ji Shaotian in the face.

Although Ji Shaotian was born as a young master, he is of the same type as Xiao Luo.

As soon as Yang Zihao raised his hand, he had already thrown a punch.

The force was heavy and the speed was very fast, Yang Zihao's nosebleed was directly punched out by him.

The whole person flew backwards and fell to the ground.

"Ah!" The woman in the room screamed, and hurriedly backed away, afraid of being involved.

Ji Shaotian's punch directly made Yang Zihao stunned, unable to recover for a long time.

You Ruoxi only felt very relieved, but Lin Xiaoyu in her arms was very emotionally broken, with tears all over her face, which made her feel very distressed.

"Let's go back."

You Ruoxi really couldn't bear to force Lin Xiaoyu to face the reality anymore, after all, she still had a child in her stomach.

It is said that miscarriage is most likely in the early stages of pregnancy. If Lin Xiaoyu loses the child because of Yang Zihao's incident, it will not be a good thing for the child or for Lin Xiaoyu's body.

Feng Mohan's eyes were extremely indifferent, and there was obviously anger hidden between his brows.

However, he has always been rational and calm. In this situation, it is indeed better to leave first.

"Shaotian, take it away first, and deal with it slowly."

After Feng Mohan said this to Ji Shaotian, he signaled You Ruoxi and him to leave here.

"Okay, leave it to me."

Ji Shaotian made an OK gesture to him, then looked at Yang Zihao with a sneer.

The so-called slow treatment is to enjoy his "care" while ensuring that he is not seriously ill.

You Ruoxi supported Lin Xiaoyu and returned to the car.

Feng Mohan got the car keys just now, and took the two of them away without waiting for Ji Shaotian to come back.

In Lin Xiaoyu's situation, it is obviously not suitable to go back to the narrow rental room.

Feng Mohan didn't think much about it, he took them to a star hotel and opened two presidential suites.

One for the two of them, one for himself.

"I'm right next door to you, come and find me if you need anything."

Feng Mohan handed the room card to You Ruoxi, and then went to the room next door.

You Ruoxi hurriedly helped Lin Xiaoyu in.

Although the hurt in her heart cannot be erased, she just let her live in a better environment.

Lin Xiaoyu collapsed on the ground, weeping uncontrollably.

Except for howling and crying, she didn't know how to vent her inner pain.

You Ruoxi knew that what she needed now was not comfort, but company.

The words of comfort are too pale, not as good as one ten thousandth of the hurt in my heart.

Seeing her crying so hard, You Ruoxi's eyes turned red.

Until two o'clock in the morning, she didn't know whether Lin Xiaoyu was tired from crying or hopeless, but she finally calmed down and fell asleep drowsily.

There were tears in the corners of the eyes, and the eyes were swollen even more.

After You Ruoxi tucked her in the quilt, she let out a long sigh.

She was also in a very depressed mood now, so she left here lightly, and rang the doorbell of the presidential suite next door.

Feng Mohan quickly opened the door.

He had just taken a shower, with a loose bathrobe draped over his body, a white belt tied around his waist, his hair was wet, and his body exuded a faint fragrance.

"She's asleep?"

After Feng Mohan let You Ruoxi in, he asked softly while pouring her a glass of warm water.

"Yeah." You Ruoxi curled up on the sofa, feeling extremely uncomfortable, and said sullenly, "A woman as good as Xiao Yu was betrayed by Yang Zihao. I don't know what she will do in the future."

"She chose this path by herself, and she must experience pain. It depends on whether she can let go."

Although You Ruoxi felt that Feng Mohan's words were too flirtatious, the reality was like this.

Except for herself, no one can replace her to get out of this emotional injury.

"By the way, where is Yang Zihao? How are you going to deal with him?"

"I have no reason to deal with him."

Feng Mohan sat beside her, handed her warm water, and hugged her in his arms by the way.

"Ah? Aren't you going to help Xiao Yu?"

You Ruoxi asked a little puzzled.

"She has to save herself first before I have a chance to save her."

Feng Mohan said something inscrutable.

You Ruoxi frowned, not quite understanding: "Save yourself?"

"How to deal with Yang Zihao is Lin Xiaoyu's business." Feng Mohan kissed her forehead distressedly, and continued to explain, "If Lin Xiaoyu said to let Yang Zihao go, forgive him, or even choose to be with him, what should I do? Standing to deal with Yang Zihao? Only Lin Xiaoyu is willing to give up Yang Zihao and completely ignore this relationship. At that time, she asked for my help, and I will definitely look at your face and give Yang Zihao an unforgettable memory of the end of love."

When he said this, You Ruoxi suddenly realized.

Yes, no matter how much she loves Lin Xiaoyu, she feels unworthy for her, and feels that her love is too humble.

But this is her own love after all, and this path is her choice. As a friend, You Ruoxi can only attract her, and cannot force her to do so.

"Oh, I hope Lin Xiaoyu can recover soon."

You Ruoxi leaned against Feng Mohan's arms sullenly.

"Don't think too much."

Feng Mohan picked her up and gently placed her on the bed.

You Ruoxi was in a bad mood because of Lin Xiaoyu's matter, and he was not feeling well in his heart.

His wife is uncomfortable, and he feels distressed.

Ji Shaotian took Yang Zihao away from the hotel, and sent some photos to Feng Mohan at three o'clock in the morning to let him see his record.

Yang Zihao's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, he looked like a pig.

Feng Mohan casually glanced at the photo, then locked the phone and threw it aside.

He has no interest in these things.

This night, he stayed by You Ruoxi's side, and at six o'clock in the morning, he woke her up.

"Well……"

You Ruoxi was very sleepy, she rubbed her eyes and sat up in a daze.

Seeing her like this, Feng Mohan really wanted her to sleep a little longer.

But he still carried her to the bathroom and washed her face with cold water to wake her up.

"Go back, I don't know when Lin Xiaoyu will wake up, don't let her feel lonely."

Feng Mohan gently wiped her face with a towel.

(End of this chapter)