Hidden Marriage Sweet Wife Palm Pet

A dark light flashed in Feng Yucheng's eyes. Tomorrow, even if it was a robbery, he would snatch him back.

The longer the delay, the little girl in the country will not be disciplined, and I don't know how crazy she will be.

Thinking of those two photos, Feng Yucheng became slightly angry, and his breathing became heavy.

Xiao Liu was taken aback by his expression, and comforted him: "Boss, don't worry, Miss Jing Rui will be fine."

Feng Yucheng let out a "hmm".

Xiao Liu asked: "Boss, in China, I received a call from Uncle Chen. The old man and his wife both asked about your whereabouts. Do you want to tell them that Miss Jing Rui is still alive?"

One pass ten pass one hundred.

The two old men in the capital had finally accepted the fact that Jing Rui had passed away. If news that she was still alive, it would inevitably be a huge shock.

Besides, Jing Rui is still in danger now.

Feng Yucheng frowned, "We'll wait until I rescue her safely." After a moment's pause, Feng Yucheng looked at Xiao Liu with deep eyes, "What do you think is the purpose of these gangsters?"

"Money." Xiao Liu blurted out.

But is it really that simple?

They didn't know when Jing Rui fell into the hands of this group of people. What was their purpose in arresting a weak woman?
Obsessed with her beauty?
This reason is far-fetched.

For some reason, Feng Yucheng felt that all this was far from being as simple as it appeared on the surface.

When Jing Rui appeared, he was really caught off guard, as if it had been arranged in advance.

The man's thin lips slowly pursed.

Xiao Liu also felt that something was wrong, "It seems that we can only find out if we rescue Miss Jing Rui."

The next day, the pier.

The weather was gloomy with continuous light rain.

The weather in this area is always cloudy and cloudy, with heavy rain one day and fine weather the next.

Xiao Liu was holding a black umbrella, although he tried his best to cover the head of the man in front of him, but his footsteps were too fast, and the drizzle sprinkled on the knife-like face, covering it with a thin layer of mist.

Getting closer, Feng Yucheng saw a man waiting on a boat.

There is a scar on the right side of his face, his hands are behind his back, and his eyes are fierce.

As expected of the leader who has been domineering in this area for many years, his clothes are ordinary or even plain, but the hostility on his body cannot be concealed.

But Feng Yucheng didn't notice Jing Rui's figure.

He stopped and asked in a cold voice, "Where is the person I want?"

Scar turned his head and winked at the younger brother behind him, and then a whistle sounded, and two men dragged a woman who was blindfolded by a black cloth and her ears were plugged out of the cabin.

Feng Yucheng's pupils trembled slightly.

She still loved to wear white skirts as he remembered.

It's just that the skirt is already dirty now, and the hem of the skirt is torn. As she dragged herself over, the faintly exposed ankles were covered with red marks.

She is like a broken rag doll, incomplete, dilapidated, dirty and pitiful.

It's hard to imagine what she has gone through all these years, falling from a white and flawless angel to hell.

Feng Yucheng suddenly thought of the phone call he received in China not long ago, the woman's weak and helpless sobs were magnified a hundred times at this moment.

Heart suffocation as uncomfortable.

On the deck, two men stopped.

The scarred male wolf stared at Feng Yucheng, "Where's the money?"

Xiao Liu waved his hand, and the two bodyguards behind him threw a black bag onto the deck.

The little brother of the man with the scar came over and counted, and then drew a number.

2000 million.

Scar's face darkened instantly.

Before that, he did intend to play tricks on this man, after all, it was the order of that man.

Several price increases have accumulated to 6000 million, but obviously this man doesn't buy it at all.

It's hard to do.

Dao Scar winked at his younger brother, and the two carried Jing Rui to Feng Yucheng's side.

As soon as he came to the deck, he pushed people away, and then quickly jumped onto the boat.

"boom--"

A gunshot, startled a group of birds in the sea to flee instantly.

Feng Yucheng hugged Jing Rui and jumped towards the container next to him. Fortunately, he was prepared and narrowly dodged the bullet.

Dao Scar didn't intend to stop at all, his younger brother continued to shoot, every shot was aimed at Feng Yucheng.

Feng Yucheng brought about ten bodyguards, and they all carried guns just to be on the safe side. Seeing that the situation was not right, the two sides started fighting.

The containers stacked on the deck were hit with sparks.

"Boss, take Miss Jing Rui away first!"

Xiao Liu covered them and evacuated to a safe place by the container.

Fortunately, Jing Rui was light and weightless, so it was quite easy for Feng Yucheng to hold her.

"Whoosh-"

A bullet grazed the side of the man's leg.

Feng Yucheng hissed softly, staggered, and fell to the ground with Jing Rui in his arms.

Fortunately, he flipped his position so that he didn't fall on the woman. He breathed a sigh of relief, bent over and walked away quickly.

Scar failed, so he sailed away quickly with his own people.

Xiao Liu got into the car, and in a blink of an eye, he saw the big beads of sweat on Feng Yucheng's forehead from the rearview mirror, and immediately started the engine, "Boss, I'll take you to the hospital."

"Go back to your residence first."

Feng Yucheng's voice was low, and there were traces of scarlet in the depths of his eyes, "Jing Rui's condition is not right, bring the doctor back, it's not safe outside."

They are unfamiliar here.

Moreover, the law and order in this border area is very poor, even if the police are of no use, their actions will be restricted instead.

Their residence was in a small attic temporarily rented. Feng Yucheng held on until he returned to the room, bent down to put Jing Rui on the bed, but he couldn't stand up anymore, his eyes darkened, and he fell into a coma.

"boss!"

-

As soon as Feng Ziqian returned to the old house, Tang Yajun came to look for him, with a slightly reproachful tone: "Ziqian, didn't you tell me to come back with me? Why is there no one around after the stage?"

"Mom, you're thinking too much," Feng Ziqian smiled helplessly, "If I come back by the car at home, it probably won't take me an hour for my identity to be revealed."

Few people knew that he was the second young master of the Feng family, and he deliberately concealed it.

For him, the world of music is pure and unblemished, and he doesn't want to bring in other sensational things.

Feng Ziqian patted Tang Yajun's shoulder with gentle eyes, "Mom, you don't know, my team's car was surrounded as soon as it got out, but luckily my sister-in-law was well prepared and prepared a car for me to go out from the basement. Otherwise, I won’t be able to come back in the middle of the night.”

His fans are crazy.

Feng Ziqian couldn't help but smiled softly, with a hint of affection on the corners of his lips.

"Okay." Feng Ziqian was tired all day, Tang Yajun couldn't bear to say anything to blame, but he was dissatisfied: "Shen Yi is your sister-in-law, she is not qualified!"

Feng Ziqian sighed softly, "Okay Mom, if you don't like it, I'll just call her by her name from now on."