Sensing that Feng Zhenzhen had come in and was standing a meter or two away, Duan Qingyuan's face only had a wry smile on his face. He didn't look at Feng Zhenzhen, nor did he rush to get up to explain anything to Feng Zhenzhen.

Because he knew that he was defeated, completely defeated, and lost Feng Zhenzhen. No matter what he does next, he can't save Feng Zhenzhen.

Anyway, he was like a dead corpse, lying indifferently, letting the woman play with him and tease him.

Immediately after, the others also came in and stopped and stood in the doorway.

Seeing Duan Qingyuan mingling and sleeping with a girl, Zhou Weihong's peach eyes turned extremely round and huge in an instant, and his eyes also released an extremely hideous and fierce light.

Duan Yanzheng beside her was too. For the first time in his life, Duan Yanzheng's eyes widened wider than a bull's eye. An expression that he couldn't wait to run up immediately and slaughter Duan Qingyuan on the spot.

Looking at the pair of men and women on the bed, Feng Yuliang and Feng Haitao were frowning, their eyes were dangerous, and their faces were full of anger. But they didn't do anything for the time being, they just looked at them.

Fan Dong's words, his attention was not on Duan Qingyuan and the young woman. He still turned his head to look at Feng Zhenzhen, taking care of her wholeheartedly and acting as her patron saint.

Looking at it, Feng Zhenzhen suddenly turned around again, lowered her head slightly, and went outside the bedroom.

"Vera!" Because he was worried that Feng Zhenzhen couldn't think about it, Fan Dong called her again, and then hurriedly caught up with her.

Seeing Feng Zhenzhen leaving, Feng Yuliang's father and son glanced at each other again. At this moment, Feng Yuliang's tone was still obviously angry, and he said coldly to Feng Haitao: "Haitao, let's go back too." There is no need for us to clean up such a mess. ”

Feng Haitao nodded lightly at Feng Yuliang again, and when Feng Yuliang walked away, he followed Feng Yuliang again.

Because of the negative departure of Feng Yuliang's father and son, Zhou Weihong's expression became even more anxious, and his face became pale.

Duan Yanzheng saw that Feng Yuliang was gone, and he was also anxious to take a step forward, ready to call out to him, "Hey, Yuliang...... In-laws......"

However, Feng Yuliang didn't look back, as if he hadn't heard.

Remembering that the mess here really needed to be cleaned up, Duan Yanzheng didn't chase after it again. He turned back to look at the center of the bedroom again, looking at the scenery on the large bed, his face as if he was covered by a dark cloud.

Because of Duan Yanzheng's look, the young woman was slightly embarrassed and pretended to be inadvertent, slowly put away the jade tui, and quietly hid it in the quilt.

When Feng Zhenzhen and Fan Dong, Feng Yuliang and Feng Haitao disappeared one after another, Zhou Weihong immediately came to his senses again. She ran to the door of the guest room like a rabbit, and hurriedly locked the door, lest the crowd downstairs would come up later.

She realized that if that group of people poured in, then there was no doubt that by tomorrow, their Duan family would become the laughing stock of the whole city. For decades, the good reputation and good image established by their Duan family will be ruined.

Duan Qingyuan was still pantothenic acid all over his body, and he couldn't stand up. Duan Yan was looking at him, looking at him, panting more and more. Finally, Duan Yanzheng didn't look at it anymore, strode to the side of the bed, and used his best strength to pull him up from the bed.

Feeling Duan Yanzheng's fierce momentum, the young woman beside Duan Qingyuan trembled with fright. At the same time, she hurriedly picked up the quilt and sat up, trembling, and hid far away.

Duan Qingyuan still didn't react, silent, wooden, and indifferent. Let Duan Yanzheng grab his shoulders like that and drag him up.

Zhou Weihong walked over and saw Duan Yanzheng holding Duan Qingyuan, his cold eyes widening again.

At this moment, Duan Yanzheng's right hand clenched into a fist again. Then, he swung his big fist and slammed it into Duan Qingyuan's face.

Duan Yanzheng smashed it while scolding resentfully, "Bastard thing!" ”

There was a loud bang, and the young woman's body trembled again. And at this moment, her heartbeat seemed to jump to her mouth.

Naturally, Duan Qingyuan, who was tall, was completely knocked down by him, and fell to the ground with a thud.

Zhou Weihong stood not far away, staring directly at Duan Qingyuan who fell to the ground, with compassion, helplessness, and resentment in his eyes. At this time, her feelings for Duan Qingyuan are most appropriately described as "hating iron does not become steel".

However, Duan Yanzheng beat Duan Qingyuan, and she didn't agree with it. Hit in the child's body, hurt in the mother's heart, this is an eternal truth.

"Qingyuan, Qingyuan......" Her willow eyebrows also frowned deeply, and she called Duan Qingyuan softly on her lips. After adjusting his emotions a little, he hurriedly stepped forward and bent down to help Duan Qingyuan up.

Because of Zhou Weihong's support and Duan Qingyuan's own efforts, Duan Qingyuan was finally able to stand up from the ground and stand up straight. also because Duan Yanzheng had great strength and beat him hard, so soon, the left side of his face became swollen, bruised and red. There was also a trace of blood on the left corner of his mouth, and his overall face looked very haggard.

Zhou Weihong still held his arms, while supporting him, he also asked earnestly, "Why is this happening?" Why are you here? Why do you sleep with this thing? You give Mom an explanation......"

After Zhou Weihong finished speaking, she looked at the young woman who was still sitting on the bed with a cowering look. As for the "this thing" in her mouth, it naturally refers to this young woman. Because they are Ji women, she looks down on them from the bottom of her heart.

Although Duan Qingyuan was standing at this time, his eyes were dull, empty and dim, and he didn't know where he was looking.

He also didn't answer Zhou Weihong's questions.

Duan Yanzheng's anger had not been extinguished, and seeing that Duan Qingyuan was so virtuous, his anger was even more unbeatable. He approached Duan Qingyuan again and was about to swing his fist again, but this time fortunately he was restrained by Zhou Weihong in time.

Zhou Weihong stood in front of Duan Qingyuan, not letting him touch Duan Qingyuan, his voice was almost choked and hoarse, and he asked fiercely, "Enough!" What are you doing? Do you think that if you hit him today, this matter will be solved? ”

Duan Yanzheng quickly suppressed his temper again, and took two steps back, gasped, and said to Zhou Weihong: "I just wanted to wake him up and teach him a lesson, look at his current appearance...... But also, go back first, and then talk about it...... While the group of people downstairs is still being stopped, let's get out of here quickly......"

He was so angry that he even seemed so weak and intermittent to speak.

The young woman sitting on the bed, her face was already pale as a ghost because of the formation of their family of three, and at the same time the quilt was getting tighter and tighter. She also wanted to hide or escape, but there was nowhere to hide, nowhere to run. And at this moment, her body is still bare, and she is not hanging.

Because she was in a hurry to leave here, Zhou Weihong didn't plan to do anything to her for the time being. Zhou Weihong took out her mobile phone and deliberately took many photos of her.