"What a day this TM is living!" Feng Yu couldn't help but mutter. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

A bottle of water was taken and placed on the bedside table, and a group photo attracted Feng Yu's attention.

The photo should have been taken before Luo Qing was disfigured, dressed in a white Adi sportswear, with a ponytail, looking energetic, a big beauty, but standing next to her was a man who was not good-looking, this man looked very calm and imposing, and he was not an ordinary person at first glance.

Feng Yu is not a gossip person, he just glanced at it twice and put it down.

It can be seen that this man should be Luo Qing's boyfriend.

Could it be that Feng Yu suddenly realized something, maybe this woman was drunk, and she was also hurt by love.

When Luo Qing woke up, it was already noon, and she was puzzled when she looked at herself lying on her bed.

She wasn't drunk at a bar yesterday, but she seemed to have met a couple of.

And then what happened? She couldn't think of anything.

Sitting up from the bed, her heart was finally at peace after she found that she was well dressed and that she was not feeling any discomfort.

Pulling out her phone and glancing at the call logs, she quickly understood.

As soon as Feng Yu sent Lin Liyuan away, the mobile phone rang.

The number is quite unfamiliar, and Feng Yu instinctively hung up.

It's just that I didn't expect this to just hang up, and it called over there again.

Feng Yu frowned slightly and pressed the answer button.

"Thank you for last night!" The female voice from the microphone was a little apologetic, but also a little grateful. The voice was slightly low and a little hoarse, and it could be seen that the woman was not in a good mood.

"No, I'll help you for Yan'er's sake. You don't have to be grateful to me, and you don't have to think about making promises, that's all! Although Feng Yu had some sympathy for this woman, he was not cold, and after leaving two sentences, he hurriedly hung up the phone.

"Bastard!" Listening to the blind sound of "toot" in his ears, Luo Qing's hard-earned goodwill instantly vanished. She scolded lightly, suddenly feeling a little hungry, and a faint fragrance wafted into her nose.

When she came to the kitchen and saw a pot of hot preserved egg and lean porridge boiling in the pot, she felt a long-lost warmth in her heart for some reason.

Feng Yu had just hung up the phone, and his brows couldn't help frowning twice.

Because by his side, three Jinbei vans came to Hula.

And the bald man with a fierce face sitting in the van at the front was Cheng Biao, who he met in the bar last night.

Cheng Biao didn't sleep much this night, he was also a figure with a head and a face in Shen City, where did he suffer from this kind of spirit in ordinary times.

As soon as it wasn't dawn, he gathered his men and horses, and looked for Feng Yu in a menacing manner.

The meaning is obvious, revenge.

"Brothers, beat him up for me!" After seeing Feng Yu, Cheng Biao waved his big hand and broke his throat, and twenty or thirty brothers jumped out of the van in an instant, waving steel pipes and rushing towards Feng Yu.

Cheng Biao likes this feeling very much, and this feeling of holding someone else's fate in his hands is really wonderful.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead!" Feng Yu snorted coldly, with his cultivation in the middle of his strength, it was really easy to deal with these little gangsters.

But seeing his footsteps move, the whole person passed through the crowd like a leaf, and after the body was established, more than 20 gangsters who were still alive and well instantly lay on the ground, unconscious. The steel pipe fell to the ground, making a "clang" sound.

Cheng Biao, who was sitting in the van, opened his mouth wide, and the smile that was originally on his face seemed to be frozen.

He knew that Feng Yu was very skilled, but he didn't expect it to be so powerful.

More than 20 strong brothers collapsed in the blink of an eye, which made Cheng Biao very unacceptable.

When he looked at Feng Yu again, his eyes were as if he had seen an evil ghost.

"Y-you killed them?" Seeing his subordinates lying on the ground, unable to move, Cheng Biao instinctively felt a sense of fear.

Although he has cut down many people in normal times, he has never killed anyone.

When he saw such a scene, he peed his pants.

"No, I just fainted." Wind Feather is principled, and although these thugs make him disgusting, they are not yet to the point of destroying them.

"That's good, that's good-" Cheng Biao breathed a sigh of relief, if so many people died, his life would not be easy.

"Master Yu, the little one who has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, and is blinded by lard, you will be a large adult, let me go." Although Cheng Biao is thick, his heart and eyes are quite flexible.

Seeing that the situation was not right, he quickly relented.

"If I didn't have this skill, would you let me go?" Feng Yu didn't have any deep grudges with Cheng Biao, he teased Cheng Biao with a smile, looking at this guy's anxious sweaty appearance, he felt very cool and happy.

"No-no-no-" Although Cheng Biao wanted to say yes, he also knew that it was lice on the bald man's head, obviously.

Although he has a thick skin, he is not so thick.

"Then you know what happened to you." Feng Yu laughed.

"Yu Ye, don't!" Cheng Biao's courage is actually not big, although he looks stupid and bold, it is only because he usually does not encounter any big scenes.

The wind feather approached him, and he trembled on his legs in fright.

Feng Yu slapped the face twice on the face, and said viciously: "Give you a choice, do you want to cut off your hand or your foot?" ”

"Broken-that Yu Ye, can we keep it?" Cheng Biao was about to cry, he didn't look at the imperial calendar when he went out today, and smashed his heel with a P.

"As long as it keeps going, you can do anything."

"I'm afraid this won't work!" Wind Feather found things getting more and more interesting.

He took out a box of cigarettes, took out one, lit it leisurely, took a deep breath, and then spit the smoke on Cheng Biao's big bald head, but Cheng Biao didn't even dare to put a P.

In the past, who would dare to be so wild in front of him.

Cheng Biao cried and mourned, first looked at his tattooed dragon arm, and then glanced at his thick thighs, which were really palms and backs of his hands were full of meat, and whichever one to give up made Cheng Biao's flesh hurt.

"Master Yu, I was wrong, you just let me go as a P, I promise I won't dare again in the future!" If someone sees Cheng Biao's appearance at this time, they will probably think that they have recognized the wrong person, usually, this guy is very horizontal, even if he walks, he looks like a crab.

"I'm a person, I've always been very principled in doing things. You also know that who can get away with anyone who has sinned against me? Feng Yu put on his glorious deeds, and Cheng Biao felt cold when he heard it.

Although he doesn't have much to do with Feng Yu, he knows a lot about it.

Indeed, as he said, with the notoriety of Young Master Fengda, he has been rectified, and that is everywhere.