Hu Xinting stood pretty in front of Zhang Feng. She had turned around, and the smile on her face was still as gentle and bright as before.
But Zhang Feng could see the slight pain in her smile.
"Am I beautiful?" Hu Xinting asked softly. Perhaps the temperature of the air conditioner in the room was a little low, or perhaps for other reasons, small pimples arose on her fair and tender skin, but she still showed off her body.
Pretty
Of course she is beautiful. Hu Xinting's beauty is not something that will make people feel stunning at first sight, but slowly you will become intoxicated.
Zhang Feng nodded, stood up slowly, and walked in front of her, but did not touch her body. Instead, he slowly picked up the clothes that had fallen at her feet and put them on his shoulders again. Wrap her up.
"Did you say you were going to get married? With whom? When?" Zhang Feng asked in a calm tone, as if he was asking a good friend or an unrelated person, but only he knew that after hearing Hu Xinting When I said the words "get married", my heart ached.
When I met Hu Xinting, I realized that there is still another word for beauty in the world.
Silent tears fell from the corners of Hu Xinting's eyes, wiped her cheeks, and fell on Zhang Feng's hand that helped her get dressed.
The tears are cold, icy cold.
"I want to give my first time to someone I truly love. I originally thought I would never have this chance." Hu Xinting pushed Zhang Feng's hand away, shook off the coat hanging on her shoulders again, and then spread her upper arms to hug her. He grabbed Zhang Feng's waist and slowly put his head on his chest.
"You know I love you, and I also know you love me. I'm sorry, but you know I can't decide." Hu Xinting cried quietly.
Everyone knew that she was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, but they didn't know that a big family also meant a shackles that firmly imprisoned her. What seems like freedom is actually just activities within a defined range.
The canary can still fly, but it will always fly out of the cage. No matter how beautiful the chirping sound is, who knows what she is telling? Who cares
Zhang Feng didn't speak anymore. Do you need to say anything else at this time
He picked up the woman in his arms and walked towards the bed... It started raining outside the window, and the raindrops hit the window.
Inside the house... The rain is hitting the banana trees, intoxicating people's hearts, and everything is in chaos...
(Indescribable, the author artificially harmonizes...)
Zhang Feng sat on the bed, lit a cigarette, and started smoking slowly, frowning a little.
"For what?"
Hu Xinting also got her head out from under the quilt, with a little tiredness on her face, "What else could it be? A marriage between all families."
Zhang Feng just talked to each other for a while, and said what he wanted her to help with. At first, Hu Xinting was very surprised and disagreed, but in the end she agreed.
She didn't ask who she was going to marry, nor when exactly the wedding would be held, because it wasn't that important.
Hu Xinting didn't stay long. Although she was very tired and sleepy and wanted to have a good sleep next to Zhang Feng, she still got up from the bed. What was supposed to happen had already happened. Naturally, there was nothing to avoid, so he showed off his impressive figure openly.
After wrapping her clothes again, Hu Xinting left. Except for her smell left in the room, it was as if she had never been there.
Zhang Feng's brows stretched and a sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth.
Doesn't he care if Hu Xinting gets married? How can it be! If Hu Xinting doesn't love herself, it's understandable. After all, it's a consensual thing, and it's not sweet to be forced. But it's obviously not the case now. Although Hu Xinting said it very easily about the marriage between the two families, there was a lot of helplessness in her voice.
In this case, how could a man like Zhang Feng, who was extremely possessive, allow his woman to marry someone else, and someone she didn't want to marry.
He took out his cell phone from his pocket and dialed the old beggar's number.
As soon as the call was connected, he heard, "Little bastard, I haven't even found time to find you yet, but you took the initiative to call me. It just so happens that I have something to ask you."
"I know what you want to ask me." Zhang Feng said lightly. Even if he didn't tell the old beggar about Zhuo Chaoyun, Yun Qian and others' going abroad, the latter would definitely know about it. After all, Dark Blood People were cultivated by him personally. Moreover, Chen Wanru also asked myself, what should I do if the old beggar asked me? Zhang Feng's answer was to tell the truth, there is no need to hide it.
"I ask you why you want to send them abroad. Is there any danger in the military compound?" the old beggar asked.
I am not sure. It looks very safe, but there are many loopholes in the defense, and I can't point fingers, so it's better to send them abroad and protect them personally, so that I can feel more at ease. "Zhang Feng said truthfully. In the military compound, although there are sentries on duty, the first three bullets in the sentry guns are all blanks used to fire warning shots, and the live ammunition distributed is also very limited, so it can The combat effectiveness formed is limited. Zhang Feng would be relieved if he could make his home in the military zone, but it is obviously impossible.
The old beggar grasped the crux of the problem, "You said you would protect them personally, but why didn't you go out yourself? Don't tell me that you came down here to take a vacation. Tell me, what exactly do you want to do? Xiaofeng, let me tell you, Don't act recklessly, otherwise I won't be able to punish you even if you want to."
"Don't worry, what else can I do now? It's just using myself as bait to attract the killers so that they can settle down there as soon as possible." Zhang Feng said half-truthfully. It is true that he stayed in Kyoto to attract the killers, but it was unclear whether he had any other purpose.
The old beggar was dubious, but still told him: "You'd better listen to me. The superiors are very satisfied with your action this time. Also, Tom gave up, and I have prepared a recipe for you. I will send it to you soon." for you."
What surprised Zhang Feng was not that the boss was satisfied or dissatisfied with him, but that Tom had given up. He had been coveting the formula of the potion for a long time.
"Can you confirm the accuracy of the potion formula?"
"They have all been rigorously tested, but there are some discrepancies in the side effects. In addition to the lethargy and weakness you mentioned, there are other side effects, which cause fundamental damage to the human body, and the damage will increase as the frequency of taking increases. The proportion will become larger and larger," the old beggar said truthfully.
Zhang Feng nodded slightly. Even so, the value of this potion cannot be measured by money.
In other words, in the face of the threat of death? Which one would you choose between losing five years of life or dying on the spot? Anyone with a sound mind can make the right choice.