At this moment, Hu Feng truly realized that he was so worthless in the hearts of several young ladies, so lighter than a feather.
At this moment, there was a very sad feeling, surging into his mind, but in an instant, it was dispelled by his unbreakable will. He watched the girls cry anxiously for Wu Yong, The pain in his heart was unbearable and he couldn't help it. He looked at the dark sky and sighed: Forget it, seeing that they care so much about others, but they never took it seriously to me, the person I had been with for a long time, and he even let them go. What to do in your heart? As the saying goes, a man should be in all directions with his ambition! Now, how can he be disturbed by a few women?!
Thinking of this, Hu Feng's heart, which had just been sad, instantly returned to his calmness. He just glanced at the girls coldly, and did not take Han Bing's scolding seriously, as cold as a bystander...
"Um..." When Wu Yong finally woke up from the dizziness, he saw everyone's caring eyes, and thought of the shame that Hu Feng had just brought him, and tears were shedding from grievance, and shouted at Ma Ling: "Brother Ma, hurry up! Go and call Director Qian of the city and say that someone is committing murder here! Ask him to bring more people here... I want to dismember the beast... It hurts so much that I am so painful. !Even my parents are reluctant to hit me, that beast dares to let me go... Woo woo..."
"Okay! Don't worry, take a rest. This is all about Brother Ma. Brother Ma is called Dafei!" Ma Ling said softly to Wu Yong, with a trace of disdain and ridicule flashing in his eyes. , but it was instantly submerged. He turned around and said to Dafei outside: "Dafei, hurry up and call Director Qian of the Municipal Bureau, and do what Wu Yong just said."
"Okay!" Dafei nodded, and when he took out his cell phone, he did not forget to look at Hu Feng with pity. This kid actually dared to offend Mr. Wu, it was already a crime to die. What's even more hateful is that He dared to use a knife to release Mr. Wu's blood, so he didn't want to live anymore! I think Mr. Wu is the only son loved by the provincial party secretary Wu Buzhong. Today, I saw Wu Yong being beaten like this. I was afraid that he was afraid that he would be afraid of Wu Yong. Thunder was furious. It seems that Dafei guessed that Hu Feng was either cruelly executed or spent the second half of his life in prison miserably!
There is no way, the consequences of being so serious if you dare to provoke the Emperor!
At this time, Xia Yi, who was standing beside Dafei, felt a trembling heart after hearing the conversations of several people. He knew that if Director Qian came, Hu Feng, who had been with him for four years, would have really finished playing. He was about to persuade Hu. Feng came over and said to Wu Yong, the matter would not be too serious by then. But he found that Yaxiu had already spoken first: "Big Pervert, I think you are pitiful to help you. Come over and apologize to Brother Wu now. If Brother Wu is Brother Wu, If you forgive me, you can forget about this... Otherwise, you will be finished when the police come!"
However, what disappointed Yaxiu was that when Hu Feng heard her words, a disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. It was obvious that he did not buy her face - as long as it was a man, no one would be attracted to him when he heard Yaxiu's words. !Not to mention Hu Feng, whose hands and eyes are covering the sky!
Not to mention outside, the diners eating inside were already attracted by their noise. When the people at the table at Xiaolong Lao Gao saw the scenes of Hu Feng fighting with others, they were shocked. When they threw away the bowls and chopsticks in their hands, they heard them running angrily towards the gate - they wanted to see who dared to pinch the tiger beards of the secret bureau, and whether the birthday boy was hanging his neck - Do you think your life is too long?!
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ps: Today is painful and happy, because I received a reward of 3,000. According to the rules, I added another chapter! But the pain is because I saw that my grades were not as good as my own, and I actually put it on the ban, but I failed to get it.
I was indignant and a little discouraged. Could it be that my collection of books was not as good as others?!
Alas... I won't talk about collecting things anymore. I can only say... Maybe what I wrote is indeed not as good as others!