"Oh yes, who are you!"

"Go away, this little prostitute seduces other men, what are you doing?"

Feng Zhe didn't speak, while tearing apart the hands that tore Shang Jing's clothes, he picked up Shang Jing's clothes and covered her naked body, and her body was beaten a few times by these women in the chaos.

Shang Jing was already a little demented, and she didn't have the appearance of always being calm in the past, her face was red and blue, there were some bloodstains, and her eyes were full of tears, Feng Zhe held her in his arms, stretched out his hand to protect Shang Jing's head, stared at Shang Jing's eyes and asked, "Do you want to call the police?"

Shang Jing glanced at Feng Zhe in confusion, seemed to be a little confused, nodded subconsciously, but immediately shook his head again, Feng Zhe got her confirmation, and shouted at the women who were still splashing: "Get out!"

These scolding women were a little difficult to adapt to the sudden man, they saw Feng Zhe angrily glaring at each other, so they scolded each other one after another, the language was dirty, Feng Zhe took out his mobile phone from his pocket and took pictures of these women.

The people around thought that the young man who rushed over to rescue the beautiful woman would call the police, but he only chose to take pictures, and there were many discussions, the women who committed the murder were all in their thirties, and the older ones were in their fifties, all of them were dressed very ordinary, and their appearance was not characteristic, seeing Feng Zhe like this, they came over to grab Feng Zhe's mobile phone.

Feng Zhe stood up suddenly, squinted his eyes and said, "Whoever comes first, I'll kill whoever first!"

The woman closest to Feng Zhe was in her thirties, she listened to Feng Zhe's words, first stunned for a moment, and then reached out and scratched Feng Zhe's face.

Feng Zhe stretched out his leg and kicked the chubby woman in the lower abdomen, only to hear a miserable scream, and the woman fell to the ground with a puff, rolling and wailing.

The rest of the women looked at it, and said that this man's face was indifferent, but his feet were ruthless, and they all hesitated, but the crowd of onlookers issued words like "dare to hit a woman" and "this man's hand is really black", Feng Zhe said again: "Who is still coming?"

The women finally became timid, and one of them suddenly turned and slipped into the crowd, while the other two picked up the woman who was still screaming on the ground and left.

The people who watched the excitement seemed to be dissatisfied with such a hasty matter, and some people screamed, shouting why they didn't fight the team and not uniting at all, and someone on the other side shouted "Beat your mother's group, your mother, it's a big New Year," so the two waves of people who were originally unrelated to each other immediately began to scold each other.

Feng Zhe and the other women left, took off their down jackets and put them on Shang Jing to put them on her, covering most of Shang Jing's skin, picked up the bag on the ground and helped Shang Jing to leave.

Looking at Shang Jingjiao's beautiful face and the young legs that were exposed in vain, there was a shrill and ambiguous laugh in the crowd, some people said that the master of the junior came to protect the side room, some people said that Feng Zhe was a hero to save the beauty, and some people said that Feng Zhe and Shang Jing, who was beaten, belonged to the fairy jumping gang, and they specialized in blackmailing old men with beauty and were recognized by other people's families, and some people said with disdain, those old women just now were shrews and bad girls in the provincial capital, and they specially collected money from others to help them scold and cry fake graves, otherwise they would leave if they suffered a loss, and some people asked what was crying fake graves, and those who spoke just now answered with a smile and charged 100 yuan each time to solve doubts Thank you, the questioner turned around and glared, spitted and scolded, took advantage of the fire to rob, sell knowledge, stinky Lao Jiu could not die well, and said everything in a mess for a while.

Feng Zhe stretched out his hand to stop the taxi, hugged Shang Jing and left, Shang Jing got in the car and didn't speak, leaning on Feng Zhe's chest, quiet like a cat.

Feng Zhe was going to ask Shang Jing where to go, but after thinking about it again, he found a hotel to open a room to live in, and when he arrived at the house, Shang Jing shrank back on the sofa without saying a word, and Feng Zhe went into the bathroom to wash his face.

In the mirror, Feng Zhe's hair was grabbed by the women a few times just now, it was messy like a thatched nest, and there were fingernail marks on his neck, Feng Zhe washed his hair, soaked the towel in hot water, and took it out to wipe Shang Jing's face.

Shang Jing went to the bed this time, she pulled the quilt and covered herself tightly inside, only revealing her face and head, and when she saw Feng Zhe come out, her two dark eyes looked at Feng Zhe without blinking.

Feng Zhe raised the towel, and before he could speak, suddenly there was a burst of music in the room, and it was Shang Jing's mobile phone ringing.

Shang Jing looked at Feng Zhe, Feng Zhe put the towel on the bedside table, and walked out of the house.

Feng Zhe pulled the door and leaned outside, and heard Shang Jing answering the phone in the room and shouting loudly: "You let me die!" and then there was a series of uncontrollable cries and curses of gloomy resentment.

Feng Zhe felt that Shang Jing's scolding words were very level, it seemed that practice makes perfect after a long time in the battlefield, every sentence was not the same and full of novelty, just listening to her scolding was difficult to combine with the quiet and indifferent appearance in the unit, this is too different, and Feng Zhe felt that Shang Jing scolded the other party's family members all over again while complaining, but the other party couldn't say a word about Shang Jing, but it was like Shang Jing didn't complain a few words and the other party felt guilty and difficult to face the sun in the coming year.

Gradually, Shang Jing's voice became quieter, and the other end of the phone seemed to have been explaining something to Shang Jing, but Shang Jing didn't say a word anymore.

After a while, Feng Zhe heard no movement inside, so he went in and saw Shang Jing sitting on the bed with the quilt in her arms, and her mobile phone was placed on the side of the bed with her back up, as if she had been thrown there.

Feng Zhe looked at Shang Jing, Shang Jing stared down at the white sheets, both of them were silent, so Feng Zhe said, "What else do you need me to do?"

Feng Zhe meant that I was leaving, Shang Jing looked up at Feng Zhe and said, "Please go out and buy me something to wear." ”

Shang Jing leaned out of the quilt as she spoke, her upper body was still wearing Feng Zhe's down jacket, but her legs were bare and she was wearing nothing, it seemed that she had thrown away her torn underwear, most of her smooth thighs and crystal well-proportioned calves were very eye-catching in the light and white sheets.

Feng Zhe almost wanted to cough a few times to hide his strangeness, but he tried his best to hide it, he didn't want the indifferent appearance he had always maintained in front of Shang Jing to collapse in an instant.

Shang Jing took the bag by herself, knelt and sat down to open it, and there were piles of money in the bag, at least 100,000 yuan, she reached out and took out a stack and handed it to Feng Zhe.

Feng Zhe glanced at Shang Jing and confirmed that she was going to give her 10,000 yuan, so she took it casually, and Shang Jing began to take off Feng Zhe's down jacket.

Shang Jing's undressing action was very slow, Feng Zhe felt that she was doing it on purpose, so in this slow process, he saw Shang Jing's whole body stimulating his eyes like a black and white laser.

Shang Jing handed the down jacket to Feng Zhe, looking at him with his eyes, his body was not in a hurry to get into the quilt, Feng Zhe warned himself in his heart that he couldn't show a little abnormality in front of this ghostly woman, and took the clothes very calmly like a swimsuit beauty in a swimming pool.

Feng Zhe put on a down jacket, turned around and walked out of the house, until he was on the street outside, he opened his mouth and took a few deep breaths, and he felt a little more excited.

Shang Jing, this woman is really complicated, like a female goblin.

Feng Zhe had a feeling that Shang Jing was definitely a very experienced woman, and she must have a very profound and unusual past.

No working-class woman casually has more than 100,000 cash in her bag hanging on the street, although the Spring Festival is approaching, it will not be enough to buy New Year's goods to pay with so much cash, if the target of the women who attacked Shang Jing today is not Shang Jing herself but the bag in her hand, then this money will probably no longer be in Shang Jing's hands, and this money is not a small amount for any ordinary person.

Feng Zhe remembered that some people in the crowd of onlookers in the afternoon said that the women who committed the murder were hired by someone to pay to target Shang Jing, which Feng Zhe had this feeling for the first time when he watched it across the street, so when he kicked on the fatal part of the woman, the rest of the women did not rush forward to deal with Feng Zhe as if they were sticking knives in the ribs for a family or a good friend, but chose to retreat one by one, which is very abnormal.

Feng Zhe suddenly remembered that there was once a chubby old woman who went to the old cadre to push the door of Lu Cao's office, and later had an almost minute-long scrutiny of Shang Jing in front of him.

Could it be that today's events have something to do with that old woman?

Feng Zhe bought clothes and returned to the hotel, and after entering the house, she smelled a rich smell of shampoo, Shang Jing still covered her in the quilt, but she was wrapped in a towel on her head, as if she was waiting for her hair to dry after taking a bath, but her appearance only turned two black eyes at a glance, and Feng Zhe said another sentence in his heart: female goblin.

Feng Zhe put down the bag of clothes, put the rest of the money on the bed and walked out of the house, Shang Jing opened the bag, and felt that the clothes Feng Zhe bought were still suitable for his taste, it can be seen that Feng Zhe's aesthetics are okay, and Shang Jing saw that the remaining money was placed on the small ticket for buying clothes, and said that he was innocent and did not touch his own cheapness at all.

Feng Zhe came in again, and when he saw Shang Jing in a new dress, he paused, and opened his mouth to say goodbye.

"Can you order something for me to eat?" Shang Jing preemptively said when he saw this, "Have you eaten at night?"

Feng Zhe shook his head: "There is no room service here. ”

"Then, can you come with me?"

Feng Zhe nodded, and the monk Jing arrived at the hotel restaurant one after the other.

At this time, it was close to twelve o'clock in the evening, close to the Spring Festival, there were not many people in the hotel, the two ordered something to eat casually, Feng Zhe sent Shang Jing back to the room, and was ready to say goodbye again, Shang Jing said: "You tonight, don't go." ”>