The First Spoiled Marriage: Mr.Gu, No Way!

"What do you want to say? Say it quickly!" Feng Heng thought in a cold voice.

"Dad, I admit that I didn't want this wild seed to come back, so I did something that made you unhappy. Why don't you let me go?"

Fengding fell down on the ground. He knew that he had a bad life these days.

However, no one will sympathize with him, even Xia Yinian.

Anyway, such a second uncle is really disappointing.

Someone killed her several times and asked why he didn't let him go? Is there really nothing wrong with your brain?

Maybe Feng Ding will be so calm, and he is now grandpa's only son.

"Bastard! You can say that!" the old man snorted coldly, more angry than anyone present.

Xia Yinian stood behind the old man and stroked his back.

This kind of person is really not worth helping, but it's even less worth it if Grandpa broke his body for this popularity.

Feeling the little girl's concern, the old man would suppress his anger a little more if he was angry.

"Dad, I'm hungry. Can you give me something to eat first?" Feng Ding looked up at Feng Heng and begged on his face.

It seems that the second uncle was hungry for three days and nights before he had to let Grandpa come to see him.

Therefore, it is not necessarily true that he has something to say.

The old man glanced at Feng Ding and said faintly, "don't say such nutritious words. Now I want to know whether ah Sui's death is related to you."

"Dad, isn't brother dead? Why do you always fantasize that he was murdered?" Feng Ding said weakly.

"You mean, let me come here today just to find food?" Feng Heng's anger just came up again.

"I......" Feng Ding opened his mouth with only one word.

However, his twinkling eyes always give people a little abnormal feeling.

"Ah Yan, don't punish me. This smelly boy is hard to talk. Let the brothers come in and do things." the old man said helplessly.

"Ah Yan, I'm your second uncle. How dare you torture me?" Feng Ding immediately panicked.

"Ah Yan dare not, I dare!" the old man glared at the people on the ground and added coldly, "ah Yan, let someone bring torture tools in."

"Yes, Grandpa." Feng Yan turned and left.

"No! Dad, do you want to kill me?" Feng Ding roared. "I'm your son. Is that how you treat me?"

Feng Ding thought that the old man would not attack him no matter what.

The dead girl is not dead. Why did he die? Hungry for three days and nights, and then humbly admit their mistakes, isn't that enough?

Nobody paid attention to the sealed tripod on the ground. He couldn't struggle any more than two bodyguards escorting him.

In the twinkling of an eye, Feng Yan came back, followed by several brothers.

Some came in with weapons in their hands, a little pushing things similar to instruments of torture.

Feng Ding was stunned when he saw that thing.

He couldn't have been more clear about the punishment of sealing the family. All along, Feng Ding didn't know how many people had been persecuted with these things.

At the thought that the penalty would be applied to himself, he even shook and almost lost his control.

"Dad, don't do this to me. Mom will watch. You haven't given her half a title in your life. Do you still want to kill her son?"

Ignoring other people here, Feng Ding suddenly burst into tears.

Xia Yinian is really an eye opener for this second Mr. Feng family, and feels disappointed for Grandpa.

How could such a person be formed if he closed his home?