While waiting, Feng Chengcheng also wondered whether Fernan would agree to him.

She thought that Fernan would be angry, mocked, looked down on herself, and thought about what conditions Fernan might propose and how she should answer.

But she didn't expect that Fernan would agree to her request so easily.

This made her even more ashamed, and she felt ashamed and wanted to escape from here immediately.

"Anan, you are such a good person, thank you."

Tears swelled down her eyes and rolled down.

"Don't send me a good person card. No matter what I do, it's because I want to do it and has nothing to do with others."

Fei Nan explained casually.

Wiping away the tears, Feng Chengcheng said seriously: "No matter what, I still have to thank you. You have a hundred reasons not to help me, but you still helped me. I will definitely find a way to repay you for this kindness."

"Whatever you want!"

Fenan waved his hand and asked, "Are you staying here tonight or going back?"

Feng Chengcheng was stunned, and his face immediately became burnt, and he subconsciously looked in the direction of the bedroom.

Do you still want me to repay this way?

"You're thinking about the nonsense?"

Fernan knew at a glance that she had misunderstood her meaning: "I mean it's too late. If you don't have a good time to go back, I'll ask someone to open a room for you."

Although she is indeed beautiful and meets Fernan's aesthetic standards in all aspects, her personality is still a bit more traditional.

More importantly, she actually counted it, she was older than Grandma Fern and wanted to eat Fernan's tender grass. How could she be!

"Oh, then... I'll stay for one night!"

Feng Chengcheng blushed and lowered his head.

She knew her father very well. If she went back tonight, Feng Jingyao probably wouldn't believe that Fernan would agree to her to help so easily.

More importantly, compared to home, she found herself preferring to stay here.

In other words, now she feels that anywhere seems to make her feel more relaxed than at home.

The place that once made her miss her now makes her feel a little repulsive and even a little disgusted.

This is contrary to her former concept, and this entangled feeling makes her want to stay away from there even more.

"Okay, then you can wait here for a while, and I'll go."

Fei Nan got up and left, and went to complete the procedures.

Feng Chengcheng looked at the direction of his departure, his thoughts drifting away.

Will my dad worry if I don’t go home so late?

Since he planned to compete for the director of the Ministry of Industry, he has never stopped customers at home. He probably won't find out until very late that I haven't returned?

He was not like this before. Can the desire for power really change a person so quickly?

Her chin softened, and she looked down, but Huanhuan reached out to help her wipe the tears from her chin.

He tightened his arms and hugged her tighter, and Feng Chengcheng felt a little warmer in his heart.

It would be great if I had a younger sister like this. Unlike now, I don’t even have a relative around me, and the only relative is also trying to use myself...

After helping her open a room, she was on the same floor. Fei Nan came back and arranged her to live there.

Perhaps he guessed that Fernan was planning to clean up his intentions, Huanhuan agreed to Feng Chengcheng's invitation and went to sleep with her.

Qiangzi had long been lying on the bed and fell asleep. He was a person who could not stay up late.

With the tireless expertise bonus, Fernan didn't need so much sleep, so he sat behind his desk and flipped through the newspapers entrusted to the hotel staff to collect.

He called out the map from time to time to observe, which was a habit he developed.

Suddenly, he brows moved, found something, and got up and left the room.

Walking out of the hotel, he ran in one direction.

Xu Wenqiang staggered out of an alley and almost fell to the ground.

He covered his butt with his right hand, and there was a gunshot wound there, and blood was leaking out.

This shot was shot by Axiang, so the instructor was naturally Feng Jingyao.

Feng Jingyao was furious when he asked to withdraw from the company, betrayed him, thinking that he had betrayed him.

But in Xu Wenqiang's opinion, he worked for Feng Jingyao. When he joined the company with Ding Li, he had already agreed to stay or leave casually, and he had the freedom to choose to leave.

What's more, he helped Feng Jingyao solve the big troubles of millions of oceans, which is enough to repay the favor of his support.

After the disagreement, he planned to visit Ding Li in the police station, but as soon as he left the Feng family, he was attacked from behind and shot.

From the figure and movement of that person, he could recognize that it was Axiang.

He drew his gun to fight back, took the opportunity to escape, and ran here in a panic.

He didn't expect that Feng Jingyao would even want the last face and do such a thing!

The pain was pumping his strength little by little, and sadness and anger filled his chest. He hated so much!

He hated himself for being too stupid. After Feng Jingyao tricked Ding Li to the police station to surrender, he should have seen his dark heart clearly, but he still chose to resign in person to Feng Jingyao.

There was a little blurry before his eyes, and he reached out to hold on to the courtyard wall.

"Help……"

He shouted in a hoarse voice, but there was no one on the street, and no one responded to him.

"I'm going to die..."

He felt like he was about to faint.

"You can't die."

A voice suddenly appeared, and Fernan fell in front of him, reached out and stuffed a silver pill into his mouth.

"Brother Nan."

Xu Wenqiang recognized Fernan's voice.

He stood up straight and took his hand away. Fernan ordered: "Hold on the pain, I will help you get the bullet."

Xu Wenqiang gritted his teeth and nodded.

The power of mind was like a scalpel, which instantly pierced his wound.

With a muffled groan, his whole body became sweating profusely and his clothes were wet.

But the power of mind is invisible and material after all, unlike a knife and axe. Although Xu Wenqiang still feels severe pain, he can still bear it.

With a perspective state, Fernan quickly found the bullet stuck in the crack of the bone.

"Be ready, three, two, one!"

After counting three times, Fernan activated his mind and pulled out the bullet directly.

With a stream of blood, the deformed lead warhead fell to the ground with a clang.

He used his mind to lift a pill and stuffed it into the wound. Fernan let go and let him fall to the ground.

"The bullet has been taken out, you're fine."

Fernan ordered, "But you have to wait a while, I have to solve a small problem."

After saying that, he turned around and looked at the intersection of the street. At some point, two middle-aged men wearing blue bamboo robes and wide-brimmed hats appeared.

The two of them carried a large package together, which seemed to be filled with heavy objects.

The package was tied behind them with cloth strips, each with one end, making them look like a one-piece person.

The night was dark, but they were still wearing black sunglasses on their faces, which did not affect their movements at all.

In fact, they followed Fernan all the way and came here.

Fernan seemed to have noticed them long ago. He walked to the middle of the road with a smile and said to the two of them, "Thank you for your hard work."

The two of them stood in the same place, without seeing their mouths moving, but a voice came: "Young man is so smart, he died today, and there will be another good player in the martial arts world in the future."

"It's so sad that my brothers have nothing to do, but one heartbreaking song to see off the young hero."
Chapter completed!