It was none other than Gong Junfeng who opened the door.

And he was as terrifying as a messenger of death who crawled out of that hell.

Wen Lirou swallowed two mouthfuls of saliva in fear, and her little face turned pale and retreated.

"Looking for death?" Gong Junfeng looked down at Wen Lirou with a gloomy face, and scolded coldly: "Then I will fulfill you!" ”

Wen Lirou stared up at Gong Junfeng with wide and clear eyes, and a similar scene suddenly jumped out of her mind.

It's just that in that movie-like picture, the man who grabbed her collar and yelled never saw his face clearly.

"Ahh Hurt! Wen Lirou hugged her head and closed her eyes uncomfortably, her facial features wrinkled in pain.

The more she tried to see that face, the more ferocious the pain became!

"Someone! Pull her down and chop off a foot! Ignoring Wen Lirou's painful appearance, Gong Junfeng gave an order to the bodyguard behind him with a ruthless face.

"No, don't!" Cold sweat poured out layer by layer, Wen Lirou trembled all over, and looked at the devilish Gong Junfeng in horror regardless of headache.

Wen Lirou believed that the man in front of her must have done that kind of murderous thing.

I was terrified.

I thought of myself missing a leg, and my face was dirty and I was begging with a broken bowl.

She doesn't want to be disabled like that, she might as well be dead!

Looking at Wen Lirou's tearful appearance, a trace of pity flashed in Gong Junfeng's eyes, but his heart was wrapped in strong hatred.

He stepped in front of Wen Lirou in one step, and his iron pincer-like hand pinched her chin hard: "It's okay if you don't cut it, then tell the whereabouts of the thing in exchange!" ”

The coldness penetrated every pore of Wen Lirou, she was not that Qiao Feifei at all, how could she know the whereabouts of things?

Her gentle and clear eyes were full of despair.

She knew very well that she couldn't tell where things were.

Maybe you will have your feet cut off or end up even worse.

She never thought that there would be a demonic figure like Gong Junfeng in the world.

"You only have a minute!" Gong Junfeng's cold black eyes tightly locked the little face of Wen Lirou and crying flowers, and said coldly.

"In ...... At....... At a loss, Wen Lirou slurred and stumped her eyes, dodging and delaying time.

What to do? What to do?

Where the hell is it being said?

Listening to Wen Lirou's words, a trace of despair flashed in Gong Junfeng's eyes.

"If you dare to lie, I will definitely make your life worse than death!" Gong Junfeng clamped her chin and used her hand a little harder, and his eyes were glowing with bloodthirsty coldness.

The sense of oppression emanating from his body made Wen Lirou tremble with fear.

She stared at her frightened eyes, and replied timidly, "I...... I actually have amnesia! ”

Wen Lirou vaguely remembers her brother saying that she was seriously injured in the previous car accident.

And she really can't remember all the things about her parents and before.

That's not a lie, is it?

"Amnesia?" Gong Junfeng looked down at her clear eyes, and his tone was full of doubt.

Being so forced by him, Wen Lirou only felt that her heart was beating like a beat, and her palms were dripping with sweat.

She told herself not to panic or she would die.

"That's right! I have amnesia. So I can't remember it until I regain my memory. Wen Lirou was scared to death in her heart, but she gritted her teeth and pretended to be calm and looked at Gong Junfeng and replied.

She had to gamble, even if there was only a glimmer of hope, and she didn't want to let it go easily.