After pressing the connect button, Wang Peng couldn't wait to ask, "Did you find it?"

"No, Brother Peng, I've been running for more than ten miles, and I still haven't seen Feng Liang's car, I don't have a penny in my pocket, I'm almost dying of thirst!"

The little brother complained.

Wang Peng was angry, took a deep breath and roared at his little brother: "If you don't find it, hurry up and find it, and call you MB!"

"Yes, yes, I'll find it right away. ”

Wang Peng suddenly lost his temper, startling the little brother, and quickly hung up the phone, along the red Ferrari sports car that continued to look for Feng Liang.

"There are so many other restaurants, where can I find them!"

The little brother muttered, and suddenly, a familiar red appeared in the corner of his eyes, and the little brother turned his head to look, isn't this Feng Liang's red Ferrari sports car?

He was overjoyed and immediately called Wang Peng again.

"Hey, Brother Peng, I saw Feng Liang's car!"

"Where?" Wang Peng, who received the call, couldn't wait to ask,

"Xuefu Road, Shangdao Western Restaurant. ”

"Okay, I'll go over right away, don't go in yet, keep an eye on me, I'll be there right away!"

"Got it, Brother Peng!"

In the western restaurant on Xuefu Road, Ji Ling'er and Feng Liang had already finished eating.

Feng Liang changed his previous style, wiped the oil stains on the corners of his mouth with a tissue, and then said to Ji Ling'er, who was sitting opposite, very gentlemanly: "Ling'er, have you eaten enough?"

"I'm full. Ji Ling'er replied in a low voice, and took a shallow sip of juice: "Feng Liang, let's go back, there are still classes in the afternoon!"

"Okay, Ling'er, actually I ......"

Feng Liang wanted to speak and stopped, he didn't know how to tell Ji Ling'er so that Ling'er could accept him.

"What's wrong?"

"It's okay, let's go!" Feng Liang hesitated for a moment in his heart, but he still felt that he didn't tell Ji Ling'er, he was afraid that even if he said it, Ji Ling'er would not agree.

On the contrary, the relationship between the two will return to the way it used to be.

It's good now, Ji Ling'er is willing to tell Feng Liang what she thinks in her heart, which means that she has regarded Feng Liang as a friend.

As if she saw Feng Liang's thoughts, Ji Ling'er said with a smile: "Feng Liang, we are still young now, and we should focus on our studies, shouldn't we?"

Hearing this, Feng Liang was stunned for a moment, and then nodded.

is also secretly glad that he didn't say the words of confession just now, if he said it abruptly, he would definitely be rejected by Ji Ling'er.

Outside the Western Restaurant on the island, a gray van stopped, and the middle-aged man in the co-pilot was about forty, even if he sat there, it could be seen that he was not tall, with a bloated general belly and a typical Mediterranean hairstyle.

This person is none other than Inoue, and the driver is Miyamoto.

In the back, there were two young men about the same age as Miyamoto, both of whom were dressed similarly to Miyamoto, both dressed in suits and leather shoes, and their hair was shiny and shiny, like dogs licking.

These two people are both disciples of Yingzhou Shuangdaoliu, and Miyamoto, as the next heir to the most popular stream, has always obeyed Miyamoto's words.

In Huaxia, there are more than 20 disciples of the Shuangdaoliu Stream, and in order to get a lot of honorarium, the current master of the Liuliu has almost drawn out nearly half of the disciples of the Shuangdaoliu to come to Huaxia.

Today, Miyamoto brought two of them, because he felt that today's action was very simple, and the other party was just a student.

But is that really the case?

Through the car window, Inoue saw the red Ferrari sports car parked outside the Western restaurant, and suddenly felt happy in his heart, it seems that Miyamoto is right, Feng Liang's kid is really here, when he thinks of him, Inoue is angry, this kid actually backtracks, and he must give him a little color to see for a while.

At this moment, Feng Liang and Ji Ling'er came out of the western restaurant.

Inoue's eyes narrowed, and he turned to Miyamoto and said, "It's out." ”

"Hmm. ”

Miyamoto nodded, pulled the car door and walked down, and the two young men sitting in the back also followed.

At the door of the supermarket opposite the western restaurant, Wang Peng's younger brother was squatting there smoking, and when he saw Feng Liang and Ji Ling'er coming out of the western restaurant, he hurriedly called Wang Peng: "Brother, are you here, Feng Liang and Ji Ling'er came out of the western restaurant." ”

"Got it, I'll be there soon!"

Feng Liang was still very polite to help Ji Ling'er pull the car door, Ji Ling'er said thank you softly, and when he was about to get into the car, a young man in a suit and leather shoes stood in front of him.

Ji Ling'er was stunned for a moment, looked at the person who came, didn't know him, and asked suspiciously, "Are you??"

Feng Liang glanced at the person who came, and said with a smile: "This gentleman, may I ask you something?"

That is, he wanted to leave a good impression on Ji Ling'er, otherwise, Feng Liang would have scolded the young man a long time ago.

"Feng Liang, you are really a noble person who forgets things!" the young man sneered as he hugged his arms.

Feng Liang was stunned for a moment, how could this person know his name?

He glanced at the young man again, and suddenly chuckled in his heart, wasn't he the young man who followed Inoue to find him that night?

How did they find themselves?

Thinking of this, Feng Liang panicked and hurriedly said: "Listen to me, I drank wine that night, and I promised you in a daze, I think it's okay, let's go, okay?"

Miyamoto smiled coldly: "Do you think this is a play house? You say forget it? Today, I have to take this girl away!"

After he finished speaking, he pointed at Ji Ling'er.

Ji Ling'er subconsciously took a step back, turned her head and asked Feng Liang next to her: "Feng Liang, who is he?"

"He's a friend of mine. Feng Liang thought for a while, and then said to Miyamoto: "Let's go, I can give you a sum of money." ”

"Less nonsense!" Miyamoto waved his hand, grabbed Ji Ling'er's wrist and walked towards the van.

"You hurt me!" Ji Ling'er snorted and struggled hard, but Miyamoto didn't have the slightest pity for him, and he didn't relax at all when he grabbed Ji Ling'er's wrist.

"Let go of him! Something is coming at me!" Feng Liang was about to step forward with a loud shout, when a young man behind the palace itself suddenly turned around and stretched out his hand to choke Feng Liang's neck.

"You want to die, don't you?"

"What the hell are you ......" Feng Liang could barely scold, because this person was pinching so tightly that it was a little difficult to breathe.

The man smiled contemptuously, let go of Feng Liang, and punched him in the lower abdomen.

Feng Liang screamed in pain and fell to the ground clutching his stomach.

"Feng Liang!Feng Liang!" Ji Ling'er shouted loudly.

"Don't scream!" Miyamoto covered her mouth and pushed and shoved Ji Ling'er into the car.

At the door of the supermarket, Wang Peng's little brother saw this scene and his eyes widened.

He didn't know what was going on.

But one thing can be seen that from Feng Liang's hands, the young man who snatched Ji Ling'er doesn't have a good attitude towards Ji Ling'er