Hearing the panicked shout of his lover who went to open the door, it stopped abruptly. He was still waiting for Chen Ling to come back to play with the new "doggy style" sex act. Zhao Jun immediately realized that something was wrong, hurriedly put on his pants and felt under the mattress.

He pulled out a sharpened machete, kicked open the door and rushed out.

Rushing into the hall, Zhao Jun saw at first sight a strange man in the house. His face was resolute and cold, and his whole body exuded a strong aura of danger. At the man's feet, his lover Chen

Ling was already lying on the ground, not knowing whether she was alive or dead.

"Who are you?" When Zhao Jun spoke, he felt his voice shaking uncontrollably.

Zhang Fengyi didn't say anything. He looked at Zhao Jun, who was flat-headed, thin, and obviously over-indulgent. His iron fists clenched loudly, and the murderous aura in his body suddenly erupted like a volcano.

"Brother, have you ever offended a brother?" Zhao Jun couldn't help but tremble, staring at Zhang Fengyi with anger and vigilance, holding the machete tightly in his hand to prevent any accidents.

"Ha!" Zhang Fengyi roared angrily, and suddenly jumped out, as fast as a leopard, and with his right hand as fast as lightning, he locked the Vietnamese army's throat.

"Ah..." Zhao Jun had never seen such a fierce and fierce person before. He screamed in fright and hurriedly waved his knife to try to stop Zhang Fengyi from attacking.

Zhao Jun's reaction was quick, but in Zhang Fengyi's eyes it was like a snail crawling.

Just when the knife was raised, a big hand as hard and powerful as a tendon had already pinched Zhao Jun's neck. A strong suffocation mixed with severe pain instantly overwhelmed Zhao Jun's reason.

Zhang Fengyi wanted to break Zhao Jun's neck directly, but his reason told him not to kill anyone.

With rage burning in his chest, Zhang Fengyi grabbed Zhao Jun's neck and pushed hard against the wall.

boom!

Zhao Jun hit his head against the wall, and his face was immediately covered with blood. His right elbow was also injured. He couldn't lift it with any strength, and the machete fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Zhang Fengyi stepped in front of Zhao Jun, grabbed his collar with one hand, and grabbed his belt with the other hand. He bent down and lifted Zhao Jun up with both arms, and then threw him violently out.

"Ah..." Zhao Jun couldn't help but scream after reacting.

"Bang! Bang..."

Zhao Jun slammed onto the coffee table in the hall, and water glasses, beer bottles, pots and bowls shattered all over the floor.

On the coffee table, Zhao Jun fell so hard that he couldn't breathe, and his head was so dizzy that his belt broke into two pieces when it was in the air. His loose and baggy jeans fell off a lot due to inertia, and his white buttocks were not covered by underwear.

It was immediately exposed and stuck to the cold coffee table. It hurt, was numb and cold, and the feeling was not to mention how uncomfortable it was.

"Brother, brother, stop fighting, stop fighting, what's going on, brother, have you offended?" Zhao Jun, who was rolling on the ground, covered his back with one hand and grabbed his pants with the other, crying and begging for mercy.

"Offended? What Li Gang did was probably your instigation, right?" Zhang Fengyi snorted coldly, walked up to Zhao Jun, kicked him onto the sofa, and stepped on Zhao Jun's body.

"Stop fighting, brother, brother, how can I offend you? Let me remind you?" Zhao Jun's upper body was stepped on the sofa, his legs were kneeling on the ground, and he kept begging for mercy.

"Don't you like to play doggy style? Today I let you play very excitingly." Zhang Fengyi said, picking up an unopened bottle of wine from the right side of the coffee table, holding the bottom of the bottle with his right hand to align the mouth of the bottle

Zhao Jun's buttocks were lifted up and he stabbed hard.

"Ah..." Zhao Jun burst into heart-rending screams.

The beer bottle with the lid was inserted directly into the bottle, and it reached the bottleneck before stopping.

Zhao Jun was in so much pain that his voice changed its tone, and his torn anus was bleeding profusely.

Zhang Fengyi grabbed Zhao Jun's neck, and his screams immediately stopped, forming a weird whine in his throat.

"I was supposed to let you try the chrysanthemum job of opening bottle caps, but I'm not in the mood today. I'll take the money and things to see my dad before eight o'clock in the evening. If it's a minute later, I'll let you open the bottle cap with your throat.

Did you hear clearly?" Zhang Fengyi said coldly.

Zhao Jun was in so much pain that he wanted to die. He nodded desperately regardless of what Zhang Fengyi said.

Zhang Fengyi reached out and grabbed the bottle, and with a strong twist, he pulled out the beer bottle with a 'pop' sound and threw it to the ground, smashing it into a pile of broken glass.

Zhao Jun howled, his eyes turned white, and he fainted from the pain.

Zhang Fengyi threw Zhao Jun on the sofa with an expressionless face. He turned to look at Chen Ling on the ground, and saw that Hu Meizi was curled up on the floor with her hands covering her ears and shivering. It must have been Zhao Jun's screams, which frightened her.

Wake up Chen Ling.

"When you wake up, don't lie there and pretend to be dead, and pass on what I just said to Zhao Jun." After Zhang Fengyi finished speaking, he turned around and walked out the door.

Chen Ling was so scared that she lay on the ground and didn't dare to move. It wasn't until she confirmed that Zhang Fengyi was gone that she hurriedly got up and saw Zhao Jun lying on the sofa with blood flowing from his lower body. She was scared to death.

.

The screams resounded throughout the building in an instant and lasted for a long time.

Half a day later, Zhao Jun woke up from the pain and saw his mistress kneeling aside and crying. He endured the pain and shouted weakly: "Why are you crying? I'm not dead yet. MD, call my uncle and Mengzi."

Call someone..."

***

After leaving the Five-Star Garden, Zhang Fengyi went straight to Chen Qingyun's residence, but failed. After asking around, he found out that Chen Qingyun had gone out to socialize.

In desperation, Zhang Fengyi rushed back to the hospital without stopping. After some inquiries, he found out that his father was under observation after the operation and was sent to the ward.

Standing outside the door of the ward, he looked at his father on the bed. His arms and legs were splinted, and he had a urinary catheter and a catheter for guiding blood congestion after surgery. His head was wrapped in a bandage, and his face was pale and haggard. The anesthesia had not worn off.

, my father was lying on the bed with his eyes closed and motionless.

Over the years, without him around, his father has supported a large family and resisted Wang Zhiping's revenge and attacks. He has shown his age, with many deep wrinkles on his forehead and his hair has turned gray. The once mighty body is now

Become skinny and skinny, no longer light years of grace...

The more he looked at his father's current appearance, the more Zhang Fengyi felt a sore nose, heartache, self-blame, and a hint of anger towards Chen Qingyun, towards Zhao Jun, towards Li Gang...

After a while, Zhang Fengyi wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, opened the ward door and walked in.

Zhao Juan turned around and saw that her son was back. She hurriedly stood up and looked at Zhang Fengyi as if she couldn't get enough of it, "Xiaoyi, you are back..."

Zhang Fengyi nodded, "Mom, how is my dad doing?"

Turning to look at her husband on the bed, Zhao Juan's nose couldn't help but feel sore, and her eyes were rosy, "The doctor said there's nothing wrong, and she'll be fine after a few days of rest. Xiaoyi, I'll deal with your dad later."

Talk to Director Chen and ask him to stop interfering. They are going to force me. I am an old woman and there is nothing they can do to me."

Zhang Fengyi couldn't understand the meaning of his mother's words. He took a long breath and said: "Mom, you don't have to worry about it. I have everything. My dad has suffered such a big crime, and it cannot be in vain. Don't worry, Mom, I have my own fault."

Proper. By the way, where is Qianqian?"

"Hey, don't be rash. Mom is old and can't stand the troubles of you and me." Zhao Juan knew that she couldn't persuade her son, so she warned her son, and then said: "Qianqian went home to make chicken soup, and I will follow you."

He said, Mom can tell that this child is interested in you, no matter what, you can't let her down Qianqian, since you left for seven years, Qianqian usually comes to help."

Zhang Fengyi hadn't considered starting a family yet, so he could only vaguely respond: "I know."

Zhao Juan nodded with satisfaction, and suddenly seemed to think of something, and said: "Xiao Yi, I heard from the nurses that your dad's surgery went well this time. Thanks to Dr. Han, he is busy taking care of him and has time.

You have to thank me properly. It seems that Dr. Han is free in the afternoon. How about you go and see if Dr. Han is free this afternoon?"

Doctor Han? That cold beauty Han Xue?
Chapter completed!