Woman, where to escape

The pain made her cry.

This time, the element covered her stomach, and she was a little flustered. She was not for herself, but only for the baby in her stomach. She had thought about a few days of safe life, and how to go anywhere.

Anyway, she has to protect her children!

She wondered whether she should run, or run, or run

No, there's Luoyang, so try your best

She didn't care much. She went to the kitchen and took out a pair of iron pliers with honeycomb briquettes and held them tightly for emergencies. She wasn't strong in character, but she wasn't a particularly weak little woman. If she wasn't pregnant, she was designated to help Luoyang.

Maybe she stayed with Qian Er for a long time, and the factor of violence was a little more. Her eyes were red and she stared at the little gangsters fiercely, like an old hen protecting the cliff.

After all, two fists are hard to defeat four hands. Luoyang was soon defeated. His body was colored in several places, and the things in the store were smashed and lifted. It was a mess.

The sound of fighting, hissing and pain attracted layers of onlookers.

For ordinary people who do small businesses at the bottom, when bullied by local ruffians, the first thing they think of is not to call the police, but to bear it. Why? Is it useful to call the police? useless! As soon as the police leave, you open a shop, he will trouble you again, once, twice, three times, and you don't have to do business.

But seeing that this matter is becoming more and more intense, the elements can't control that much. I grabbed my mobile phone and had to call the police.

"Stop!"

At this time, two people suddenly rushed in from the outside. In front of them was a tall and rugged man in cold face and black clothes. His eyes flashed, and they all stopped.

Behind him was a submissive man with a small crew cut.

As soon as he entered the door, the cold faced man opened the field without saying a word. It was obviously a practiced family style. Several hooligans were not opponents at all.

Cried and shouted to the little flat head: "brother mouse, brothers come to collect protection fees. This shop dares not to give it, so..."

"Shut up and call brother Fei!"

It turns out that everyone is mixed in the road. People can't help but sigh. It seems that fighting and mixing in the society still score professional and non professional, comment on professional titles, and the level of martial arts determines the status of the Jianghu.

The little flat head called brother mouse scolded them angrily, turned respectfully and smiled at brother Fei.

"Brother Fei, yes, sorry, brothers are not sensible."

The cold-faced man was silent for a long time and didn't say a word. After thinking, he opened his eyes and glared at the mouse violently. His language was simple and sharp, but he hit the key point: "apologize, lose money."

The situation turned too fast. The element mobile phone was in his hand and he didn't react. The mouse and several hooligans cleaned up the house and lost money. His mouth was so sweet that he almost cried out to his aunt.

What's going on? I was stunned.

Nodded with satisfaction. The cold faced Feige didn't stay any longer. He turned and left. The mouse quickly followed up.

"Brother Fei, you don't care about villains..."

"How dare you know who she is?" brother Fei turned and kicked him in the stomach.

The mouse covered his stomach and groaned with pain. He grinned with trembling pain and faltered: "I know, I know. If my brothers had known her earlier, she is brother Fei's person. How dare you let my brothers collect money?"

The mouse is a smart man. He knows how to avoid the important and take the light. He didn't dare to mention molestation. He just said to charge protection fees.

After rolling his eyes, brother Fei snorted coldly, "she's not mine, but the second master's... so I'll teach you a lesson."

"Oh, which second master?" the mouse couldn't help crying. There are too many immortals on it. Is it easy for him to get around? He can't worship God. Brother Fei is already the first leader of the underworld in J city. Is there another second master on it?

"You don't have the right to know. In a word, if you serve well, you are blessed. Otherwise, you won't screw your head enough with this matter today."

Out of the street and in the car, the cold faced man named Feige quickly dialed the phone.

After listening to his narration, Qian's second son couldn't hang up completely and became angry like a feather: "Mou Pengfei, how the fuck did I tell you? I asked you to show me carefully. What's the result? If something really happened, you can be fucking responsible?"

After listening to the anger over there, comrade Feige hung his head and couldn't explain. He knew the master's temper too well, but whispered.

"It's my fault."

He didn't know how to pee himself. It happened. He sent someone to guard it for 24 hours. He personally checked it on a whim and was absolutely serious. But who hasn't had a pee rush yet?

"Early in the morning, try to block me up. Shit, she, is she okay?" it's obvious that Qian's second son was very angry. His woman was almost beaten? Her body is more expensive than a panda.

"It's all right, but the wrist was rubbed by the bounced stool. The man was slightly injured. It's not serious. I solved it." although he didn't want to, Mou Pengfei told the truth.

It's like someone knocked a dull stick on the head and hurt his wrist? Qian Laoer felt more angry than he was beaten. He felt like a baby, and someone dared to do it.

He was so flustered that he felt that he could no longer let her run around outside. It was better for anyone to keep it than himself.

He narrowed his eyes and felt tired. He didn't sleep well for several days. He really didn't live this day. Finally, he ordered him with hatred.

"I'll take care of it. If you have something to say, I'll take care of your family."

"Yes, if something happens again, you hit me in the face."

"Whoever fucking hits you in the face, I want your life."

Mou Pengfei's forehead is sweating. As for

Hang up the phone. Qian's second son's mood fluctuates. It's getting worse these days. Staring at the photo passed by Mou Pengfei, it was obvious that the woman in the photo had a comfortable life. Without herself, she still lived a delicious life. She was happy and smiling with that childhood sweetheart all day.