Ou Lengyan thought badly, turned his head and scolded his subordinates: "Why is he here?!" ”

Several men shook their heads one after another, only to see a few people from Mozu Beitan rushing over with murderous aura, and they were a crit at Ou Lengyan and a few people.

More than a dozen men fought to the death. Because of the injuries on his body, Ling Nianfeng had no choice but to fall to the side, watching his apprentice desperately in blood but unable to help anything, then for a moment, Long Nianfeng suddenly felt so tired......

At the same time, another car stopped at the door of the coffee shop, Ou Lengyan retreated to resist the fierce attack of Mozu Beitan, and looked sideways at the person, his face couldn't help sinking, only to see Meng Xuan Zhou Nanyue with a group of people rushing towards this side.

Glancing around, Ou Leng took a left hook from the man, took a few steps backwards from the dustpan, and blocked the men who were fighting on the side in front of him, and ran to the side in embarrassment.

Meng Xuan looked at Ou Lengyan who was fleeing, and quickly ordered his subordinates: "I'll chase Ou Lengyan, Yue, you go and help!" ”

The two waves of people acted separately, Mozu Beitan looked sideways at the middle-aged man on the ground, his handsome face sank again and again, leaned over to help Ridge Nianfeng up, put his arm on his shoulder, and glanced at the woman beside him with black eyes, and after making sure that there was no major problem, he walked cautiously towards the business car.

In the car, Mozu Beitan Xuan glanced at the woman with a cold gaze, and said coldly to the driver: "Go to the hospital!" ”

Then the man looked at the middle-aged man lying on the side: "Uncle Lang, how is it, is there something wrong?" ”

Ling Nianfeng moved his arm in pain, and his tone pretended to be relaxed: "Don't worry, stinky boy, you can't die!" ”

Mozu Beitan looked at the sweat on his forehead and knew that he was enduring the pain.

"Uncle Lang, I'm sorry, it's all because of me that you hurt like this, I'm sorry......" Asa Zi Ke said guiltily, gently wiping the sweat on his face with a tissue.

"Girl, in case I'm disabled or something, you and Beitan will have to raise me!"

Mozu Beitan had a dark face and was silent.

After treating the wound in the hospital, the doctor told him that there were no major injuries, only some skin injuries, and Mozu Beitan was relieved.

Back in the apartment, Aunt Lan frowned and helped Ling Nianfeng to the bedroom, her eyes full of distress.

Mozu Beitan quietly looked at the backs of the two of them, his heart ached, and he returned to the woman's rental room with a cold face.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw a certain woman busy in the kitchen, and the anger in the man's heart jumped up one after another: "Qianzi Ke, you don't have anything to explain?" ”

The woman was slightly stunned, turned around and looked at the man's deep black eyes, and her body couldn't help but tremble: "I, I ......"

"You're a mess for me! Tell me, what are you going to see Su Yu for? Want to rekindle old love? Kindness? ”

Asa Zike hurriedly shook his head, his voice full of fear: "It's not what you think...... I, I didn't know something like this was going to happen......"

"Asaki Ke! Uncle Lang is old and has to suffer for our flesh and skin, you ask yourself, don't you feel guilty?! Mozu Beitan roared, staring at the weak woman in front of him with black eyes.

"Beitan, I'm sorry, I ......"

"Excuse me? Why can't you make less trouble for me?! This period is a critical period, there must be no mistakes, you are better now, do me a favor! Mozu Beitan roared angrily.

There are only two reasons why Mozu Beitan is so angry: first, he cares about Qian Zike very much, and he is very worried that something will happen to her, and subtly, this woman has become a part of his life. Second, he was really guilty of letting his master get hurt in order to protect his wife.

"I'm sorry......" Asa Ke protected her lower abdomen, slowly squatting on the ground, and the faint pain in her lower abdomen made the woman grit her teeth.

[The author has something to say: Tonight's update is here, and whether there is a miscarriage or not will be known tomorrow (what is a surprise!) Again, pet text, pet text, pet text! No abuse! Also, there is no need for decontamination powder! Tomorrow in the Mid-Autumn Festival, I will be more, who wants to spend it with Benda's Wenwen~ I hope everyone will continue to support Benda, don't forget the tickets, good night everyone~]