Mr. President Dotes On His Wife Crazily

At this moment, Cheng Feng only felt a faint pain in his heart, his vision gradually blurred.

He breathed slightly, watching Meng Ying leave from him.

He raised his hand, trying to hold her hand, don't let her go...

But in the end, that hand still froze in place.

That feeling of powerlessness and despair, like many years ago, has surged up again.

He stood in despair for a long time, until a gust of wind blew up from nowhere.

The wind cut on his skin like an ice knife, and he suddenly recovered.

Then, with his head drooping, he went to Wen Muchu's side unconsciously.

Seeing him like this, Lan Xiao said nothing, poured him a cup of hot tea and stuffed it into his hand.

Cheng Feng sipped the hot tea stiffly, and the hot liquid slipped into his belly, and he gradually eased from the coldness.

"What are you going to do?" Lan Xiao asked in a low voice.

Cheng Feng replied dejectedly: "She said I am not qualified to control, I...I don't know what to do."

"Then do you still like her now?" Lan Xiao asked again.

Cheng Feng's eyes flickered, and his eyes burned up to look at Lan Xiao.

He said without concealment: "I like her, I have always liked it. But I have always been troubled by guilt. Every time I saw her, I didn't know how to face her.

"Since you like it, then go after it and fight for it. Anyway, she is not happy now, and her life is more difficult than before. Before, you had to lose her. Now such a good opportunity is in front of you, can you still Want to miss her once?" Lan Xiao didn't want to care about this, but the affairs of Meng Ying and Cheng Feng are more or less related to the West Wind. In her opinion, as long as Meng Ying is brought in, West Wind can break it. Make an opening.

And how can a person who has no complaints and no regrets turn to their side?

Naturally, to pull out the person lurking in her heart.

Lan Xiao thought from a woman's instinct that although Meng Ying hated Cheng Feng, she still missed him.

Otherwise, there is no love, no hate.

But Meng Ying had only grudges against Wang Kun, not hatred.

Cheng Feng was silent for a long time before he looked up at Lan Xiao.

"Miss Lan, are you really sure that Meng Ying still has me in her heart?"

Lan Xiao nodded: "I feel that way, but she really doesn't have you in her heart. I think we have to test it out?"

Cheng Feng clenched his fists and gritted his teeth secretly: "Okay...then try it out. If she really has me in her heart, then I will take her back even if I try my best. I owe her too much, and I am more I want to use the rest of my life to make up for all this."

Lan Xiao's eyes flickered, and he nodded with a slight sigh.

"Well, man, that should be the case."

Therefore, Lan Xiao and Cheng Feng discussed the next step.

At night, several people entered the underground entertainment city.

Cheng Feng and Wang Kun also had a dispute over something.

At first, the two people scrambled with red eyes, but later they fought directly.

The people in the entertainment city set aside a circle for them, and everyone watched them fight each other in secret.

The arguing words between Cheng Feng and Wang Kun naturally revolved around the incident in which Wang Kunyin took away Cheng Feng.

"Wang Kun, you bastard, how did you play with me back then? I've been holding this breath for many years. Today, I must take care of you well, otherwise I can't swallow this breath. Even if I die, I can't Look at it." Cheng Feng cursed furiously.

Naturally, Wang Kun was not to be outdone, and counterattacked with scorn on his face.

"At the beginning, you didn't have the abilities, but now you bring it up again. Are you annoying? If you pester me again, be careful that I'm really rude to you.

"You're welcome, I wanted to be unkind to you a long time ago."

The two started to fight each other while cursing.

Every fist they hit, every kick they kicked was very real, as if they were desperate, and they all beat each other to death.

Gradually, the skin of both of them broke, and bright blood was flowing.

Wang Kun seemed to be annoyed. He didn't know where he found a dagger. He gritted his teeth and pierced Cheng Feng's stomach.

At this moment, Meng Ying happened to walk in from outside, and she saw Wang Kun taking a knife and stabbing Cheng Feng.

She was shocked, her face pale, and all the designer bags in her hand fell to the ground.

She ignored the bag and ran towards the two in a panic.

"no, do not want……"

Cheng Feng was able to avoid Wang Kun's knife, but the dagger was still inserted into Cheng Feng's belly.

Cheng Feng covered his belly, where the pain was agitated, and blood poured out from the wound.

Seeing that Cheng Feng was stabbed, Wang Kun threw his dagger in a panic, took a few of his men, pushed away from the crowd and ran away.

People who didn't know thought he thought that he seemed to have killed someone and ran away with them.

Only Cheng Feng knew that Wang Kun was going to distract the people who followed Meng Ying.

Meng Ying stumbled in front of Cheng Feng. She was at a loss looking at Cheng Feng, who was sitting on the ground, clutching her bleeding wound.

"Cheng Feng, you... how are you? Are you okay?"

Cheng Feng's face was pale, he smiled weakly at Meng Ying.

"Meng Ying, I can't forget you. I can't reach the hurdle of the year. You don't know how I got through these years. I have nightmares every day and night. I regret it and regret it. I should die by myself, and don’t give you to Wang Kun. If God gives me another chance, I will never let you out. I will definitely spare my life and save you. After all My fault is my cowardice and stupidity that lost you."

Meng Ying's heart kept sinking, and the tears in the corners of her eyes flowed down uncontrollably.

She didn't know what she should do now, she only knew that she didn't want Cheng Feng to die.

"You...Don't talk, okay? Stop talking, I will let you take you to the doctor, you will be fine..."

"Meng Ying, perhaps today’s cause and effect are my retribution. It is the price I paid for my cowardice... Don’t cry, I don’t hurt, even if I die today, seeing you flow for me I think tears are worth it." Cheng Feng wanted to stretch out his hand to wipe Meng Ying's tears, but after all he lost too much blood and was weak in physical strength. He raised his hand halfway and fell heavily.

Meng Ying was full of tears, and she quickly grabbed Cheng Feng and pressed her face.

"Don't talk nonsense, you won't die, I don't allow you to die..."

"Then... Then do you still love me in your heart? If I am not dead today, can you give me a chance to make up for you again?" Cheng Feng looked at Meng Ying with hopeful eyes.