Carrying Junbi in the car and gradually walking away, Feng Jun breathed a long sigh of relief, the first time he did such a thing, he was actually a little flustered, but when he thought that all this was for Xiao Han, those nervous fears disappeared.

Feng Jun returned to the room, cleaned up briefly, wiped his hands, and prepared to take his things and leave.

"Good afternoon." A low male voice suddenly sounded from the living room, Feng Jun breathed sluggishly, his eyes widened, and he walked over to check in disbelief. A man in a white shirt and black trousers was leaning back on the couch and looking at him with a smile.

"Who are you? How did you get in? Feng Jun narrowed his eyes and carried the Bupa he had used to stun Jun Bi behind him. This is his private residence, and it has been idle for a while, few people know the address, and even An Yuhan has never been here, this man is too weird to come uninvited.

The person who came was Rong Jingheng, he slowly stood up, and Feng Jun noticed that he was very tall. He wore black gloves on both hands, and the corners of his mouth were smiling, but his eyes were indifferent. "Mr. Feng Jun, you'd better put down the cloth in your hand first, you know, some things are not long-sighted." After he finished speaking, he tilted his head slightly.

Before Feng Jun could react, he felt a slight tingling pain in his waist. He looked down and saw a sharp dagger that had slipped through his coat and undershirt and clung to his skin. Behind him was a lean man, and his life and death seemed to be in the hands of this man.

A well-timed compromise is obviously the choice of a smart person, Feng Jun threw away Bupa with understanding, and raised his hands high in the air as a gesture of surrender, "We can sit down and have a good talk, we don't have to use a knife." He barely kept his composure, tried to ignore the chill brought by the dagger, and looked directly at Rong Jingheng in front of him.

Rong Jingheng slowly arranged his gloves and sneered at Feng Jun's compromise, "You are really an infatuated and stupid man. How? That prodigal woman gives you a little bit of a good color, and you can't wait to lick her toes? As he spoke, he took the brown paper bag handed by the man next to him.

Feng Jun realized that unconsciously, there were several unfamiliar faces in his home, but at this time he had no time to think about it.

"What do you mean?" Feng Jun sensitively sensed the deep meaning of Rong Jingheng's words. He loves An Yuhan, and he does not allow Rong Jingheng to have any desecration against his beloved. "I did this willingly, and it has nothing to do with her!" Until this moment, he felt that he was a hero who gave for love.

Rong Jingheng did not refute directly, but took out a stack of photos from the brown paper bag, "I think, seeing is believing." After speaking, he threw the photo directly in front of Feng Jun.

There are a lot of photos, scattered around Feng Jun. He watched the unbearable picture in the photo, and the red blood gradually stained his eyes. Among them, there are An Yuhan and Zhou Haoxi, as well as An Yuhan and Rong Chuan, which are full of tricks.

"Isn't it exciting?" Rong Jingheng laughed out loud, he clapped his hands again, and motioned to bring the big gift he had prepared.

But in a moment, a woman with her hands tied behind her back and a gagged mouth was brought over, it was An Yuhan who was in tears.

"A stupid woman looking for death, but she's a good match for you." Rong Jingheng casually pushed An Yuhan into Feng Jun's arms.

Feng Jun subconsciously reached out to catch An Yuhan, but when he met the beautiful eyes that had once made him extremely tempted again, he felt as if he had eaten a fly.

"Take it first." Rong Jingheng commanded lightly.

Feng Jun didn't respond to An Yuhan's sad eyes, he raised his eyes to look at Rong Jingheng, and said in a low voice: "She was taken away by your cousin's people, aren't you going to save her?" The answer to who she is is obvious.

Rong Jingheng hooked her lips and slowly replied: "She'll be fine, because she's my woman." "So, he won't let her be hurt by outsiders, anyone but him.

Jun Bi woke up slowly, his vision changed from blurry to clear, the effect of the medicine faded slightly, although he still had no strength, but he finally regained some consciousness. She looked around, but there was no camera, and looking at the palatial setting, it was clearly a rather luxurious suite.

Jun Bi rubbed her limbs, wanting to regain her ability to move as soon as possible, and it was not her style to sit still and wait for death.

The door outside was opened, and Junbi silently hid himself in the sheet, looking calmly ahead.

A tall figure appeared outside the door of the bedroom, and a faint smell of cologne wafted in, "Doctor Jun, long time no see." Rong Chuan walked in with a bottle of red wine in his hand, he didn't tie it, and the top two buttons of his shirt were not buttoned, and it was open at random.

Junbi didn't make a sound, and Rong Chuan didn't care. He put the wine on the low cabinet next to the bed, and then sat down on the bed, "How about it, do you want a glass?" His smile was frivolous, but also undeniably charming.

Junbi admits that Rong Chuan does have a good skin, but she has already seen through that rotten and erosive heart, which makes her unable to appreciate the man in front of her no matter what.

"I don't drink from strangers." Junbi replied indifferently, the paralyzed arm hidden in the quilt could already be gently lifted.

Rong Chuan shrugged his shoulders, with a very regretful look on his face, "I thought we could at least be friends." He picked up the wine and poured himself a glass.

"The first time I saw you, I thought that one day I would make you my woman." Rong Chuan took a sip of wine and exclaimed at Junbi: "You are really exciting. ”

Jun Bi sneered, such a look seemed to suit her very well, and the slightly raised eyebrows made her a little more cold. "Your woman? Rather, one of your women, right? She made no secret of her dislike for Rong Chuan. Junbi knew that communicating with Rong Chuan was not suitable for hypocrisy and wrongdoing, he was very smart and ruthless enough.

Rong Chuan shook the wine glass in his hand, with a light smile on the corner of his mouth, "You don't have to say it so ugly, men and women take what they need, you can also treat it as a transaction, isn't that good?" ”

Rong Chuan's eyes were deep, and they were full of straightforward desire. "I can give you a lot, money, power, or affection." As he spoke, he reached out and stroked Junbi's hair.

Junbi directly brushed Rong Chuan's hand away, "I'm not short of money, maybe not as good as the Rong family, but I can live well." I don't need rights either, I don't have that much ambition. As for feelings? You don't have anything yourself, why do you have the face to make a promise at will? She retorted in a mocking tone, "Mr. Rong, you may have gained some women with these superficial conditions, but you are destined to lose others. I'm sorry, I'm not interested in your conditions. ”

Rao is Rong Chuan was patient, but he was also stabbed by Jun Bi's sharp words, and his expression instantly became a little gloomy, "You are speaking so open-mindedly now, isn't it because you have already obtained my dear cousin?" ”