Dominating spoiled marriage: Good Morning, Husband

After finishing these, she smiled and said, "I'm a little afraid to walk in front alone. You can accompany me. If you encounter danger, you can help me block it."

Zhan Yang, who wanted to lead the way, stepped back a few steps and gave Feng Ying a look of "good work".

Chi Yan felt like a feather falling from his heart, which was very soft.

His cold eyebrows softened a little unconsciously, but he glanced at her with a smile on his face, "originally, you only took me as a shield?"

"Otherwise?"

Feng Ying scratched his palm with his little finger and naturally raised his chin, "isn't it natural for you to protect me?"

"Talk to yourself."

Chi Yan clenched her little hand so that she wouldn't be restless.

"Go."

Feng Ying hurriedly followed his footsteps.

Through a desolate garden full of withered yellow leaves, up a few stairs, and came to the gate.

Feng Ying stretched out his hand and pushed it gently, but the door opened a crack gently.

Before she wondered, Chi Yan frowned fiercely, raised his foot, kicked the door open completely, and took her hand, "I'm afraid we're late."

He just dropped his voice.

Bang!

A gunshot rang through the space.

Compared with the dilapidated scene outside, the interior decoration of the villa is very luxurious.

On the exquisite embroidered carpet, a slightly fat man covered his abdomen with one hand and was lying on it moaning in pain.

The man in black suit standing in front of him wanted to make up another shot. However, Chi Yan and Feng Ying had arrived at this time.

He didn't dare to stay any longer. He flew and broke the window.

Crackling——

Pieces of glass fell to the ground. Feng Ying hasn't recovered yet. Chi Yan has quickly ordered, "chase!"

"I see!"

As Zhan Yang returned, he contacted the people outside to prepare to encircle and suppress the perpetrator.

"Bad!"

Feng Ying patted his forehead and ran to the man who was shot. He first looked at his face and confirmed that this was the person he was looking for. His face changed greatly!

Staring at his bleeding wound, she hurried, "Chi Yan, he's seriously injured. Hit 120! It's too late!"

"It's too late."

Compared with Feng Ying's panic, Chi Yan was calm as if nothing had happened.

He squatted down, and his white gloved hand felt greasy.

Completely based on his years of experience, he checked Fu Haibo's injury. "His injury is not fatal. The key is that if he can't get effective treatment within an hour and a half, he will die."

“……”

Feng Ying clenched his teeth and said nothing.

It takes more than two hours to get here from the nearest hospital in the city.

blamed!

What are we going to do now?

In anxiety, Feng Ying stretched out his hand. His fingertips were wrapped with wisps of white air, and a faint golden color could be seen.

She never slacked off on cultivation.

A few days ago, she obviously felt that her Qigong level had risen to another level.

If she is willing to help Fu Haibo delay for a few hours, it will be easy.

However, how should she explain to Chi Yan?

"Help me..."

Fu Haibo grabbed Feng Ying's trouser legs and was dying for help. "I don't want to die!"

"Let's go."

Chi Yan opened his mouth calmly, but he saw that Feng Ying didn't move for a long time and didn't respond to his words. He couldn't help frowning.