After entering the door, at the moment Jie closed the door, Feng Jimian picked up a flower pot on the stage and threw it at Chi Zeyao.
The flowerpot is made of expensive ceramics, and the speed of throwing it is slow, Feng Jimian knew that he would be able to dodge it.
who knows...
A muffled "bang" hit Chi Zeyao on the forehead. He staggered directly when he was hit, and then his head was broken.
Feng Jimian was stupid then.
After reacting, he let out an exclamation, and immediately rushed to Chi Zeyao's side, looking at the blood gurgling down his forehead, tears came out of his fright.
Quickly shouted: "Jie!"
Hearing the exclamation, Jie immediately opened the lock with his fingerprints, and when he entered, he saw the master with blood on his face and his wife who was helping him to press the wound.
"Call the doctor!" Feng Jimian's voice changed when she spoke.
Scared.
After all, in her eyes, Chi Zeyao is no longer the powerful person he was back then. Although she has always said that he is powerful, can a person in his 50s compare physically with him in his twenties and thirties? What's more, he just finished the operation!
"No need to call. I'm fine." Chi Zeyao stopped Jie.
"Chi Zeyao!" Feng Jimian roared out of anger.
"Okay, let's call." Chi Zeyao said without a stand.
Jay: ... "Yes!"
After the master came back, he felt that the whole style of painting was wrong.
For a mercenary, a cut in the forehead is indeed an injury that is not worth making a fuss about. Feng Jimian also knew it was nothing, but she couldn't stop feeling distressed.
"Does it hurt?"
Chi Zeyao's warm and jade-like smile instantly bloomed, making Feng Jimian dazzled. "It doesn't hurt."
"Are you a fool? Why don't you avoid it?"
Chi Zeyao smiled slightly, with a full face of pampering, "My life and my life belong to you, you hit me with something, why should I run away?"
Feng Jimian was about to die of anger at this stinky and shameless person, her heart ached and she was angry at the same time.
"Chi Zeyao, do you mean you don't love me anymore? Ever since we met again, you've been mad at me. Do you just want to mad me to death, so you can find another vixen?"
Second Uncle Chi, who is usually an extremely elegant man, was also stunned by his wife's crying at this moment, and explained in a hurry: "I don't have a wife, I don't! You are my favorite woman and the mother of my son. I, Chi Zeyao, have loved you all my life. I can't do enough to love you. How can I be mad at you? Wife, let me show you something."
After all, Chi Zeyao took off his glasses.
"I don't want to watch it!" Feng Jimian was almost pissed off by this man.
Before the breath just came out, this breath was held back again.
Apart from crying, she couldn't find an outlet to vent.
But Chi Zeyao didn't care so much in order to avenge himself, so he put the glasses on his wife.
Feng Jimian originally wanted to reach out to open Chi Zeyao's hand, but when she saw Chi Zeyao's love-hate face, a report of Chi Zeyao's injury suddenly appeared in the four-dimensional space in front of her.
Blood flow speed, will heal in seconds. How much blood is lost, and how much is the loss to the body. And Chi Zeyao's current combat power turned out to be 0? ?
"See the numbers displayed above? There will be an analysis report on the target person. It will predict the person's movements and injuries in advance."