However, before the slap fell, it was already grabbed by a slender wrist.
Feng Jian was furious and said harshly: "How dare you resist me, little bitch, do you know who is in front of you?"
Zhan Fengling was offended by this guy's tone. She sneered: "Of course I know who you are, Mr. Fengjian, excellent Mr. Fengjian, what else do you want to do? If you hurt my personal rights like this, I can do it."
I'm taking you to the police station."
Feng Jian frowned, then gritted his teeth and said: "Just you? You still want to send me to the police station? Who do you think you are, a little girl? What right do you have to send me there! Let me tell you, I am not a native of the country, even if I am
Send it to the police station in our country. But I’m sorry, the police station in our country is too far away from here, so there’s nothing you can do.”
This perverted feeling was exactly the same as Feng Xue's. Zhan Fengling laughed angrily. She looked at Feng Jian and said, "Sure enough, shamelessness is hereditary. Feng Xue is indeed like you."
"Huh, what do you mean? Feng Xue looks like me, what's wrong?" Feng Jian stared at Zhan Fengling and said word by word: "She is my daughter, she should be like me."
After saying this, Zhan Fengling discovered a problem. In fact, Feng Xue and Feng Jian were not similar.
The feeling of their facial features, as well as the man's hair color, eye color, and even skin color, are all different.
Fengxue looks more oriental, while Fengjian looks more like a Westerner.
Zhan Fengling guessed that Feng Xue should be with Mrs. Feng.
"Humph, you are a woman like you. You are a bit like Feng Xue, so you want to replace her by Xiao Zichen's side? Let me tell you, Xiao Zichen loves our idiot daughter who died long ago, not a guy like you. To put it bluntly,
A substitute can never be as good as the original one." Feng Jian sarcastically said.
However, Zhan Fengling would not be hurt by such words at all. She smiled faintly, tilted her head and said: "You are not Xiao Zichen, how do you know that I can't compare to me? Besides, isn't your daughter more like Feng Ling? She even acted as an imposter.
, but what does it mean that Xiao Zichen still doesn’t love her? Haven’t your family ever thought about it carefully? If you are stupid, don’t drag others into the trap. It will make others look as stupid as you."
Such a tone brought Feng Jian's memory back to his boyhood.
Once... there was also a person who mocked him like this.
He tried his best to look like that person, even becoming his shadow, and even went to the extent of plastic surgery just to resemble him.
What happened in the end? What did they do to him in the end?
Treat him as a wretch, insult him, hurt him, and trample his heart on the ground again and again.
Feng Jian hated that person with all his heart. Now that he saw Zhan Fengling's face and the look on her face when she spoke, he thought of that person again.
The person he had hated for a long time.
Annoyed and angry, he wanted to immediately snap the neck of the woman in front of him to let her know that his Feng Jian was not someone to be trifled with.
"Hmph, if I were Mr. Feng Jian, I would go back and have a good brain check, and take your daughter to check with me. See if you are all sick, the kind that are terminally ill." Zhan Fengling's voice was cold.
She rarely talks to someone in this tone, and this time she was completely forced by them.
Especially someone like Feng Jian, who really brought out all her anger.
"Hmph, Zhan Fengling, you are challenging me, do you think I dare not hurt you?" Feng Jian's hand pinched Zhan Fengling's neck, his eyes stern.