"That, big brother, I'm passing by here, I'm so tired from walking, I don't know if I can go in and ask for a glass of water?" Song Wenbei was tentative, but he didn't dare to say his true intentions directly, so he could only make up a lie and secretly look at the man's expression.

The man's face was a little flustered and a little impatient, he pushed Song Wenbei and viciously ordered the eviction, "I'm sorry, our family is small, there is no place for you to rest, walk along this road and you will arrive at the market immediately." ”

"Big brother, you are so far away from guests, isn't there something hidden at home that shouldn't be hidden?" Song Wenbei's voice was a little hard, the ** sound just now was clearly made by the person who covered his mouth and nose, and he should have heard it correctly.

"I said no, no, no!" The patience of the man in front of him has been exhausted, and the little ancestor is still making a fuss there and refuses to give in, and another one will come to the door.

"Yes. Sorry for the interruption. Song Wenbei turned his head, but he didn't ignore the sudden relief of the man in front of him. Song Wenbei snorted coldly, and slipped into the house before he could completely close the door.

"You!" The man was so angry that he was about to hit Song Wenbei on the cheek when he opened his hand, but Song Wenbei had practiced such a move and a half with Su Yi, how could he let him succeed like this. Clasped his wrist and came with another side kick, and the man lay on the ground and began to **. The fat woman in the inner room who heard the movement hurriedly rushed out, and when she saw Song Wenbei, her eyes were full of unkindness, and what she was pulling in her hand was clearly Sun Jiaming! The little guy looked like he had suffered a lot of grievances, his obedient hair became like a bush, and the clothes on his body were also ripped messily, staring at Song Wenbei with red eyes.

Song Wenbei couldn't see the weak being wronged, and now he saw a good child being tortured like this, and he was angry.

"Give me back the baby!" Her voice is no longer soft and glutinous, but fierce. Stared straight at the fat woman in front of him, as if he wanted to penetrate her with his gaze.

"Hehe, little girl, my sister really admires your courage, but it's a pity that you don't have a chance." The fat woman saw the helper who suddenly appeared behind Song Wenbei, and the corners of her mouth curled into a smile, this is good, she really wants to make a lot of money, and the small and big ones can be sold for a good price. Song Wenbei saw that the fat woman was still a little flustered in the last second, but she regained her composure almost in a second, and she was afraid, I was afraid that this was a helper. If you work hard, you naturally don't have an advantage, so you can only let Sun Jiaming run first! Song Wenbei approached the fat woman step by step, grabbed her arm and twisted it, and when she heard the fat woman's scream, Song Wenbei pulled up Sun Jiaming and broke through to the door. Knocking down two men who were five big and three thick, Song Wenbei had already opened a way. Lying next to Sun Jiaming's ear, "Sun Jiaming, you run first, go out and call the police!" After speaking, he pushed Sun Jiaming, and then buckled the door. Well, I've finally paid off what I owe, and now, stick to the front line and make a profit if you throw one down!

Sun Jiaming was pushed out and pounded on the door, but he didn't move, "Little aunt!" Open the door, you open the door! There was no response to the loud shouting, Sun Jiaming wiped the tears from his face, spread his legs and ran forward. Seeing that no one was chasing behind him, he didn't care about calling the police and directly dialed Fu Xinian's phone.

"Hello?" Fu Xinian was muttering on the bed where this stinky boy had gone, and when he received the call, his heart was a little relieved, but Sun Jiaming's next sentence made his heart tighten.

"Little uncle, come and save us."

Fu Xinian didn't even have time to hang up the phone, so he casually put on a coat outside the hospital gown, picked up the car keys and walked out.

"Fu Xinian, where are you going?" Qiao Anyi chased after him, and seeing his solemn expression, he had to shut down. Fu Xinian didn't make a sound, started the engine and drove the car fast, Qiao Anyi grabbed the armrest, bit his lip tightly, his face was pale, God knows how Fu Xinian drove the car to this speed! It seems that the last time he made a drag racing bet with him, it was just him coaxing himself to be happy, and his strength will never be fully shown to the world, even if it is himself......

Having arrived at the destination on Sun Jiaming's phone, Fu Xinian stepped on the brakes, the car flicked its tail beautifully, and stopped in front of the little guy.

"Where is she?" Fu Xinian's voice was no longer ordinary cold, but also mixed with a bit of solemnity. Sun Jiaming's stunned gaze made Sun Jiaming shudder, and he pointed to the hut in front of him tremblingly. In the next second, Fu Xinian's car was already driving towards the dilapidated house, and the breath was fierce.

"Knock knock." Fu Xinian knocked on the door, but only heard a woman's scolding, "Sun Jiaming, you are stupid, why are you still outside when you are told to leave." Song Wenbei rolled his eyes, this kid, why is he so solid-eyed, let him go first, does he have to die with her! However, Song Wenbei still had a warm current in his heart, this child is a conscientious person, but unfortunately, he is afraid that he will not be able to see him and the sun tomorrow again.

confirmed that the person inside was Song Wenbei, and Fu Xinian didn't care much, kicked the door open, and appeared in front of Song Wenbei like a god in the dim light of the hut. Song Wenbei was stunned, and at this moment, a man took a stick and hit Song Wenbei's back, and felt the pain coming from behind, Song Wenbei gasped.

Fu Xinian, who witnessed this scene, was completely enraged. Well, he wants to see which guy who doesn't have long eyes dares to touch his woman!

Fu Xinian's skill is not the same as Song Wenbei's, and the battle situation was reversed in a moment. Fu Xinian neatly punched out, and there were a few more corpses lying on the ground. And the worst thing is the man with the stick just now, Fu Xinian held his glasses, his middle finger and index finger pinched the acupuncture point on his arm, the man made a painful sound, and the stick in his hand fell straight on it, making a crisp sound. Then came a punch to the abdomen, and the force of the punch was obviously more than a little stronger, and the corner of the man's mouth had begun to flow an unknown liquid. But Fu Xinian still refused to give up, grabbed his right hand that had just held the stick, and folded it casually, and the man who had just flaunted his martial arts was sitting on the ground with his unconscious hand at the moment, looking at this Shura who seemed to be born of blood.

"Come here." Fu Xinian said coldly to Song Wenbei, who was already stunned, and handed her the stick that had just fallen to the ground, Song Wenbei caught it tremblingly, not even daring to look at this murderous man.

"Hit." As soon as Fu Xinian's words came out, Song Wenbei was even more at a loss, even if he was helping him avenge himself, he didn't have to let himself be an accomplice. That man was hateful, but he felt pitiful when he beat him like this.

"What? You won't? Fu Xinian still has that signature gloomy gaze, Song Wenbei believes that if he really drops the chain at this juncture, then his fate is estimated to be similar to this group of people!

Starting Point Chinese www.qidian.com welcome book friends to come and read, the latest, fastest and most popular serialized works are all original at Starting Point! For mobile phone users, please read it on m.qidian.com.