Song Tiantian stopped talking. She only knew how to complain for her cousin. As for actually seeing Wang Pengfei, should she still tie him up?
Obviously unrealistic!
"Anyway, we can't let him be so cheap." Song Tiantian said angrily.
"Okay, I'll go with you." Ning Feiyang said.
Song Tiantian immediately leaned towards Ning Feiyang, kissed him on the face abruptly, and said with a smile: "You are still the best."
Ning Feiyang couldn't stand Ji Jiajia, but she hated the scumbag Wang Pengfei even more. He wiped his mouth and left after eating. If he didn't teach him a lesson, he would harm other women in the future.
Tianshang Building.
Ji Jiajia came out of the shopping mall, got in the car, and started crying.
"Tiantian, thank you for coming. If you hadn't come, I would have jumped off the building. I really don't want to live anymore." Ji Jiajia cried.
"If you wanted to jump off the building, you would have jumped a long time ago, why bother calling Tiantian?" Ning Feiyang asked.
Song Tiantian said: "Feiyang, don't say that."
"Your boyfriend is right, I really don't have the courage." Ji Jiajia cried again, "I treated you like that last time in the mall. I'm really sorry. I will never do that again."
Only when people are in trouble can they know who is sincere to you. Ji Jiajia made several phone calls before, but no one of those so-called friends paid attention to her. Only her little cousin Song Tiantian agreed to talk to her immediately.
Together with her.
Everyone apologized, so Ning Feiyang did not continue to pursue the case, but asked: "Where does your boyfriend who washes, cuts, and blows hair work?"
"The famous craftsman's private club is at the intersection of Wangjiang West Road and Xiyou Road, close to the Wildlife Park." Ji Jiajia replied.
Ning Feiyang sped up and was already here in twenty minutes.
The private club of famous craftsmen is quite high-end. There is only a sign outside, but it is not open to ordinary people at all.
But basically everyone who comes here to get a haircut is a high-status person. A haircut starts at at least RMB 300, and you can get a random look for a few thousand dollars.
No wonder Ji Jiajia was deceived, working in a place like this is indeed quite bluffing.
Ji Jiajia had never been here before, so she knocked on the door. A boy opened it a crack and asked, "What are you doing?"
"I'm looking for Wang Pengfei, please let him come out." Ji Jiajia said angrily.
The boy looked at Ji Jiajia, a flash of panic appeared in his pupils, shook his head and said, "He's not here."
"Where did he go?" Ji Jiajia asked.
"I don't know. Just call him." The boy was about to close the door.
Ning Feiyang had already opened his clairvoyance eyes. Across the door, Wang Pengfei was hiding behind and kept winking at the boy.
Before the doors were closed, Ning Feiyang put his hand up, leaving a gap.
"Take your hand away, or I'll squeeze your hand." The boy threatened.
"Let him come out." Ning Feiyang said calmly.
"I told you, if he's not here, you can leave." The boy was about to use force.
Bang!
Ning Feiyang suddenly exerted his strength, and before the boy could figure out what was going on, he was completely thrown away.
Wang Pengfei, who was standing behind the door, was not spared and stumbled to the ground.
Ning Feiyang took them inside.
"What are you doing? Why do you barge in?" the boy said angrily.
"It's up to you to lie." Ning Feiyang responded calmly.
After Ji Jiajia came in, she saw Wang Pengfei lying on the ground, carrying a bag and hitting him hard.
"You heartless, you murderer, I hate you so much that you actually want to break up with me, you..." Ji Jiajia was crying, cursing and beating.
Ning Feiyang sat aside. This kind of useless attack could only vent his dissatisfaction a little and did not pose any danger to Wang Pengfei at all.
The rest of the people in the styling club also put aside their work and turned their attention here.
Wang Pengfei had a nonchalant look on his face. He couldn't bear it. He took a step back and said, "I'm warning you, Ji Jiajia, we have broken up. Don't pester me!"
"We broke up, I'm pregnant, you have to be responsible." Ji Jiajia said.
"Haha, you know best what kind of woman you are. How do I know if the child is mine? Do you want to defraud me of money? No way!" Wang Pengfei said ruthlessly.
"You are not allowed to slander me like this. If you don't believe it, I can do an amniocentesis. What if it matches your DNA?" Ji Jiajia said.
Wang Pengfei was a little flustered. He knew that the child was his, so of course he refused. He could only wave his hands and said: "I'm not that boring. Anyway, let me tell you, if you don't get out now, I won't be polite to you."
"Let's see what you can do!" Ji Jiajia wanted to attack again.
Wang Pengfei got angry and raised his arm, intending to hit Ji Jiajia.
How could Ning Feiyang let him succeed? He had already picked up the comb and smashed it towards Wang Pengfei's raised palm.
Snap!
The styling club made a harsh sound, and Wang Pengfei screamed in pain. He looked and saw that the palms of his hands were already swollen, which showed how strong he was.
"You bastard, are you looking for death?" Wang Pengfei pointed at Ning Feiyang and said.
"For a scumbag like you, the punishment has just begun." Ning Feiyang stepped forward.
Wang Pengfei rushed forward and was about to attack Ning Feiyang.
Bang!
Ning Feiyang kicked Wang Pengfei, and Wang Pengfei's body flew out and hit the ground heavily, with two of his ribs broken.
"Brothers, this guy is trying to cause trouble, so hurry up and take action." Wang Pengfei said.
His colleague held scissors and rushed towards Ning Feiyang.
"Looking for death." Ning Feiyang's eyes tightened slightly, and the silver needles slipped into his hands. Before they could take action, they were all pierced into his palms.
These people screamed in pain, and the nerves in their palms were destroyed. It was simply impossible to get a haircut in the future.
They all lay on the ground, wailing!
Ning Feiyang stepped over them, came to Wang Pengfei, and whispered: "Is there anyone else? Call them all over!"
"I don't dare anymore. I don't dare anymore. Uncle, I will do whatever you ask me to do!" Wang Pengfei was scared to death.
If a dozen people are knocked down in the blink of an eye, are they still human?
"Are you sure?" Ning Feiyang asked.
"Sure, sure!" Wang Pengfei gritted his teeth and nodded.
Ning Feiyang said calmly: "Okay, I'll let you commit suicide and apologize. Let's get started."
suicide?
How could Wang Pengfei have the courage? He shook his head repeatedly.
Snap!
Ning Feiyang slapped him in the face, stepped on his face hard, and said angrily: "You can't do it at all, why are you pretending to be in front of me?"
"I...I, as long as you don't kill me, you can do anything!" Wang Pengfei begged for mercy again.
"That's what I've been waiting for." Ning Feiyang snorted coldly and pulled out a silver needle again. (To be continued)