Urban Overlord System

Wei Wei hesitated for a few seconds, but when Yang Chen was about to answer the phone, he found that the other party had hung up.

"Strange, what is this woman doing?"

Yang Chen muttered something incomprehensible, and after pondering for a few seconds, he still dialed the phone back.

"Hey! Yang Chen! Have you grown up! How dare you not understand my phone number! Do you want to live!"

When the phone was connected, what greeted Yang Chen was a burst of scolding from Feng Qing, which made him stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses.

"Well, it seems that you hung up the phone."

When the voice on the other end of the phone finally stopped, Yang Chen couldn't help but say something.

"is it?"

After hearing this, Feng Qingwan was slightly startled, then came back to his senses and snorted coldly: "Stop talking nonsense, come out quickly, I'm right outside your villa right now!"

what!
Yang Chen was taken aback when he heard this, and quickly got up and opened the curtains to look outside. He saw a white BMW parked at the door of the villa. Through the window glass, he could clearly see that the driver's seat was full of wind. Angry look.

"Hey! What are you doing here? I just left this morning, so you don't miss me so soon, do you?"

Yang Chen walked out of the villa with a smile, lightly knocked on the car window, looked at Feng Qing's delicate face, and teased with a slight smile.

Hearing these words, Feng Qingwan's face suddenly turned cold, seeing Yang Chen's humble smile, and thinking about the things his mother mentioned, suddenly a nameless anger rose in his heart.

He opened the car door with a "swish", and punched Yang Chen hard in the chest.

Facing this sudden punch from Feng Qingwan, Yang Chen didn't have any defenses at all. With a "bang", he was hit firmly, and he stepped back a few steps.

After finally standing still, just when Yang Chen was about to question Feng Qingwan why he shot suddenly, he saw the other party kicking up again, the target was between Yang Chen's legs.

"Nima!"

When Yang Chen saw it, a layer of cold sweat could not help but appear on his forehead, he cursed inwardly, tapped his toes lightly on the ground, and dodged the sharp blow from the wind.

"Hey! Are you crazy! Isn't it just a joke! Why are you like this!"

Seeing that Feng Qingwan still wanted to make a move, Yang Chen was startled and hurried forward to stop the opponent, probably because he was too anxious, at this moment Feng Qingwan's whole body was lying in his arms.

Feeling the changes in Yang Chen's body, Feng Qing rolled his cheeks slightly red, snorted coldly, raised his foot and stomped on Yang Chen's sole, Yang Chen involuntarily pushed his arm away from the pain, and Feng Qingwan took advantage of the situation and broke away from the opponent's embrace.

Standing against the wall, Yang Chen directly took off his shoes regardless of his image, looked at the bruises on the soles of his feet, couldn't help but gasped, glared fiercely at Feng and rolled his eyes lightly, saying in a deep voice Said: "Hold the grass! Violent girl, you are crazy, you don't say a word, and you start to move when you come up. Do you think I really have no temper?"

Hearing Yang Chen's cold tone, Feng Qingwan also realized that he seemed to have gone too far. When he saw the bruise on the sole of Yang Chen's foot, a trace of embarrassment flashed in his eyes, and he turned around and returned to the car with a cold snort. , After groping inside for a long time, I got out again.

"Here, this is for you."

Feng Qingwan snorted softly, and directly stuffed the things in his hand to Yang Chen.

"what?"

Yang Chen muttered something incomprehensible, looked down and was stunned, isn't this the safflower oil sold in drugstores for a few yuan a bottle?

"Hey! What's your expression? Tell you, I used this when I was injured in the army. It's guaranteed to work. If you don't want to use it, return it to me!"

Seeing Yang Chen's strange expression, Feng Qingwan suddenly became unhappy, snorted coldly, and stretched out his hand to hide the safflower oil in Yang Chen's hand.

"Do you still want to return the things you gave away? How can it be so easy!"

The corners of Yang Chen's mouth curled up slightly, he twisted his body and dexterously avoided Feng Qing's palm, smiled slightly, opened the lid of the safflower oil, poured some in the palm of his hand, slowly applied it to the injured part, and then cooperated With my own unique massage techniques, and within a few breaths, the bumps and bruises on the soles of the feet disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if nothing had happened.

"Well, it's effective after just one touch, not bad."

With a chuckle, Yang Chen nodded in satisfaction, and conveniently put the safflower oil into his pocket, as if he didn't notice Feng Qingwan's murderous eyes.

"Give it back to me!"

"what?"

Seeing Feng Qingwan's expressionless expression, Yang Chen intentionally showed a hint of doubt.

"Hmph! It's my safflower oil, return it to me quickly."

Feng Qingwan snorted coldly, she could tell that Yang Chen was playing sloppy with her.

"Oh, that's what you said, I'll just go to the pharmacy and buy you ten or eight bottles later, and I'll give you that bottle."

Yang Chen smiled faintly, because he found an important message on the bottle of safflower oil just now, Feng Qingwan actually pasted a cartoon head portrait on the bottle, he couldn't see the scene of a violent girl with such a girlish heart .

"You really don't give it!"

Feng Qingwan squinted her eyes slightly, a sharp cold light flashed in her eyes, if it wasn't for the fact that Yang Chen's foot was injured so badly, she wouldn't have taken out her things, but this guy is lucky, unexpectedly in front of him It's not a matter of a bottle of safflower oil, it's a matter of principle.

"No, you can get it yourself if you have the ability!"

Facing Feng Qingwan's threat, Yang Chen didn't care at all, and turned his head away with a chuckle.

But Yang Chen still underestimated Feng Qingwan, because the other party really put his hand into his pocket, not only took away his safflower oil bottle, but also grabbed another thing.

Concentric Knot!
"Concentric Knot! Can't tell, you, a big man, still buy this kind of thing!"

Playing with the concentric knot in his hand, Feng Qingwan couldn't help showing a weird look on his face, seeing Yang Chen's ugly face, he couldn't help but "puchi" smile.

"Huh! What are you laughing at, give it back to me!"

Seeing Feng Qingwan's belly laugh, Yang Chen couldn't help but snorted coldly, and stepped forward to hide the sympathy knot in the opponent's hand.

However, the next scene made Yang Chen dumbfounded.