Feng Heng thought that Feng Yihan was crying so tearfully that he didn't see him, Feng Yihan suddenly stood up and shouted, so frightened that his heart beat a little.

"Why are you yelling so loudly? I'm not deaf! Feng Heng raised his left hand, rubbed his ears, and looked at Feng Yihan angrily.

"Feng Heng, you're a beast! Why are you doing this to me? Feng Yihan's mood was already unstable.

Feng Heng, the culprit, yelled at her again, and she punched and kicked Feng Heng even more aggrieved.

Everything she had was ruined by Feng Heng like this.

If she hadn't been seen, she would have been able to eat coptis dumbly and swallow all the bitterness in her stomach.

But now, not only the eldest brother knows, but even the second brother and Luo Yangyang know, how can she have a face to see people in the future?

Feng Heng is a brute!

"Feng Yihan, you figure it out, you pestered me to let me go, don't make it look like I raped you!"

Feng Heng still disdains to do this kind of thing when he fights with women, but Feng Yihan punches and kicks her like this, which makes him very irritable.

I saw that he stretched out his hand and pushed Feng Yihan to sit on the ground.

Feng Yihan was pushed back violently, and when she fell to the ground, her upper body still fell backwards by inertia.

'Bang' sounded, and Feng Yihan's head hit the edge of the steps.

"Ahh When the back of his head slammed into it, Feng Yihan let out a low scream.

Then, with her eyes closed and her head tilted, she fainted unconscious.

"......" Feng Heng didn't expect him to push lightly, and Feng Yihan fell down so fragily.

"Hey! Feng Yihan? Seeing that Feng Yihan fell and didn't get up, Feng Heng tentatively called her name.

After he finished shouting, he saw that Feng Yihan was still sitting on the ground, his upper body lying motionless on the steps.

"Feng Yihan, are you really dizzy or fake?" Feng Heng kicked Feng Yihan's right leg stretched out at his feet.

"......" Feng Yihan still didn't move. There was no reaction at all.

Feng Heng's peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and a not very good look flashed.

When he bent down and wanted to pick up Feng Yihan, who was slightly tilted his head, he saw Feng Yihan pillowed on the back of his head on the steps, and there was a trace of scarlet blood.

Feng Heng's eyes tightened, and he secretly said that it was not good, and hurriedly supported Feng Yihan's neck to help her up.