Han Feng ignored him and asked instead: "What did you do to Xiao Qiao?"
"none of your business!"
The hardships and sufferings of these days have made Jun Ting lose his usual composure.
He walked around Han Feng and was about to leave, but he seemed to remember something, so he stopped and looked at Han Feng's face.
Being numbed by his gaze, Han Feng instinctively took a step back: "You...what are you looking at?"
"you… "
Jun Ting finally remembered where he had seen this face.
Although the other party only appeared for a few minutes at that banquet, he was deeply impressed.
He frowned and looked at Han Feng's appearance and the fear in his eyes, then shook his head.
Probably not.
One is dirty and smelly, dressed in rags, and is simple-minded and stupid; the other is cold and cruel, doesn't recognize his relatives, and has mysophobia.
How could it be him
Thinking that Su Qiao would rather be with such a man than accept his advances, Jun Ting felt unbalanced again.
"What's so good about you?"
As he spoke, Jun Ting reached out and pushed him, his eyes contemptuous, but he could not hide his jealousy: "He is stupid, unsophisticated, useless, and a poor guy. What is it about him that deserves her attention?"
Han Feng's expression turned cold for a moment, but he quickly gritted his teeth and held back.
He clenched his fists tightly at his side: "I won't lie to her."
"you… ?"
Han Feng's words hit the nail on the head.
The biggest problem between Jun Ting and Su Qiao is that he deceived her.
Because of this incident, he was beaten black and blue and lost all face.
"You're so cruel! After we get out, I'll see if you can still be so arrogant!"
After saying this with a gloomy face, Jun Ting's face turned pale and he prepared to leave the forest.
Han Feng's eyes suddenly became sinister, and he stood in front of him: "You want to deal with her?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he had already grabbed Jun Ting's neck fiercely and pushed him backwards with great force, crashing into a big tree behind him.
Jun Ting didn't expect that he would suddenly attack. Caught off guard, his back hit the big tree behind him hard. The pain made his expression distorted and he was furious.
"How dare you hit me?"
Han Feng ignored him completely, said nothing, and started hitting him with his fist.
That fist was hard and solid.
The muscles hidden by the large grey T-shirt were bulging, as if each muscle contained endless power.
Although Jun Ting is not short, he is about 1.78 meters tall, but in front of the big fool Han Feng, he can only be beaten.
He wanted to resist, but because he lost the initiative at the beginning and his neck was strangled tightly, he was finally pressed to the ground by Han Feng, who strangled him so hard that he rolled his eyes.
Su Qiao was weaving a backpack and ran over when she heard the noise.
She was really frightened by the scene before her.
In her impression, Han Feng was a person who didn't know how to talk back when being scolded, and didn't know how to fight back when being beaten. But now he was pinning Jun Ting down and beating him up
Could it be that she saw it wrong
Seeing Jun Ting's face turned purple, his eyes rolled up, and he looked like he was about to die, Su Qiao walked over.
"What are you doing, idiot?"
Han Feng was so absorbed in the subject that he didn't even notice her arrival. When he heard the familiar voice, he turned back reflexively.
Seeing that it was really Su Qiao, he was a little at a loss: "I... I..."
"Save me, save me quickly, he is going to kill me."
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Jun Ting covered his neck and escaped from Han Feng's "claws". He climbed up using his hands and feet and ran out of the woods.
While running, he kept shouting that Han Feng wanted to kill him.