Feng Gu Qiao's eyes widened, Wu Yuanjue was blaming her for this tone?

Before Feng Gu Qiao could speak, Wu Yanjue went out of the door, and reacted for a while, Feng Gu Qiao felt bad and hurriedly chased out, but Wu Yanjue walked quickly, and when she went downstairs, Wu Yanjue had already driven away.

Feng Gu Qiao stood in the courtyard, looking at Wu Yanjue's car that had left without dust, and thought for a long time, this slap seemed to be worth it.

She had never seen Wu Yanjue's angry appearance, thanks to this slap, she saw it today.

The sky began to fall heavily.

There is a saying that it is not that the time has not come, and the old lady who kicked the iron plate only had the idea of regret and fear at this moment, but it was too late.

Seeing her bandaged son who had just come out of the hospital and was beaten until he vomited blood again and again, the bright red blood stained the snow on the ground, and finally expanded into a large area, the old lady was so frightened that she collapsed to the ground, and even forgot to cry.

The snowflakes fell from the sky, the sound of wheels crushing on the snow was heard in the distance, the high beams came over, reflecting the goose-feathered snowflakes falling heavily, and the thugs stopped their sticks and bowed their heads respectfully at the moment when the car stopped.

In the dim vision, I saw a slender young man get out of the car in the light and shadow.

The air is quiet and eerie.

Reflecting the dim lights of the street, every step the boy took seemed to step on the tip of a person's heart.

The silhouette of the young man gradually became clear, revealing his handsome and delicate facial features, his demeanor was noble and cold, but his eyes were like the cold winter snow at this moment, forcing people to dare not look directly.

"You ......" It took a long time for the old lady with snowflakes on the ground to find her voice, pointing at him with her fingers wrapped in snow and ice, and finally bowed down in tears.

"You...... It's you. ”

These are his men!

Wu Yanjue stared at the embarrassed old lady on the ground, his eyes were extremely cold, he spoke slowly, his voice was very soft, but the scalp of the listener was numb.

"One slap, two hands, double return."

Wu Yanjue turned his head sideways, and the thugs surrounding the old lady's son next to him came over knowingly, Wu Yanjue took two steps back slowly, and watched coldly as the thugs threw away the iron rod and took out the saber.

A scream pierced the sky sharply, and warm blood splattered out, staining the ground red with snow, and soon meandering into a small river.

The old lady's painful cold sweat ran down her cheeks, and the later screams were blocked by stuffed things, and she stared fiercely at the young man a few steps away with dizzy eyes.

As if that hateful gaze had never fallen on him, Wu Yanjue was still cold and cold, and the suppressed cold aura around his body was about to melt into this icy and snowy land.

Feng Gu Qiao sat by the window on the second floor with Xiaohua in her arms, looking down through the glass from time to time, she felt happy at first, but then gradually reacted and became restless.

God knows what the consequences of Wu Yanjue's anger were.

It was an old lady who was nearly sixty years old, and he couldn't be scolded if he couldn't beat him, and he didn't want to do anything hurtful.

A car in the distance gradually drove into view, Feng Gu Qiao squinted his eyes, and after seeing the car clearly, Feng Gu Qiao hurriedly picked up his mobile phone and sent a message to Wu Fuyuan, asking him to be mentally prepared.

Speaking of which, in this family, Wu's mother is the best for Wu's father, followed by her.

It's not that Mother Wu doesn't love Wu Fuyuan, it's probably because she wants her son Jackie Chan too much, so she is so strict with him that even Feng Gu Qiao, an outsider, can't bear to look at him directly.

As Feng Gu Qiao, who has been pampered and raised since he was a child, he really can't accept such a strict mother who is more gentle than gentle.

Wu Fuyuan's itinerary is all from the hands of Wu's mother, and it is so strict that he has to manage big and small things, and he plans it in a box and has no freedom.

Fortunately, Wu Fuyuan has a calm temperament, otherwise ordinary adolescent children may not be able to resist to what extent.

Thinking of Wu Fuyuan's injury, Feng Gu Qiao knew that Wu Fuyuan's life today was definitely not good, and she kept silent about all kinds of side knocks and side attacks, and I am afraid that she would not say anything in front of Wu's mother.

Wu's mother loved her son, and he kept his mouth shut, so Wu's mother would definitely be angry.

Feng Gu Qiao let out a long sigh and reached out to caress Xiaohua's fluffy ears.

I'm afraid that Wu Fuyuan will be punished tonight.