Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

He grabbed the bonsai and slammed it hard at the driver and bodyguard.

The driver and bodyguard came back to his senses, and went over to arrest Sikong Lingge.

"Bitch, dare to hit me!" Fang Yiren grabbed Sikong Lingge's hair, and raised his hand to get back the slap he received just now.

"Fang Yiren, you dare to hit me again!" Sikong Lingge snorted coldly, his pupils gloomy.

Fang Yiren had never seen Sikong Lingge like this before, and was frightened for a moment.

"Don't think that I will let you bully me like I was bullied by Lu Chenghong before!" Sikong Lingge's eyes burst into flames.

At that time, she was bullied by Lu Chenghong because she had to take care of the child in her stomach.

Now, she no longer has to worry about anything.

If Fang Yiren hits her once, she will return it several times over!

Let these people know that they are not easy to bully!

"Really?" Fang Yiren smiled instead of anger, pursed his lips, and said coolly, "Bitch, I think, you probably forgot a very important thing?"

"what?"

"Shangguan Zhixing and your little bastard are still in my hands."

"..."

"Now, you should obediently let me bully you?" Fang Yiren sneered.

"Snapped--"

In the next second, a heavy slap was slapped on Sikong Lingge's cheek.

The strength of this blow is unknown how many times heavier than just now.

Sikong Lingge was dizzy from the beating, his head was buzzing, and he felt his surroundings turning around.

His cheeks were hot, as if magma was flowing on them.

Fang Yiren didn't stop there, shook his numb hand, and raised it up again...

Sikong Lingge closed his eyes, waiting for the pain to come.

However, after waiting for a while, there was no movement.

What trick did Fang Yiren want to play again?

Sikong Lingge opened his eyes and saw Fang Yiren's wrist being grabbed by the driver and bodyguard.

"Miss Fang, it's almost time, we should take her to see Mrs. Feng." The bodyguard reminded with a blank expression.

"What's the hurry?" Fang Yiren scoffed with ferocious brows, "It's only five minutes away from here."

"Miss Fang..."

"What? You also fell in love with this bitch? Seeing her being beaten, does my heart hurt?"

"..." The bodyguard said, "Miss Fang, this subordinate is just reminding me, there is no other meaning."

"Reminder?" Fang Yiren twitched the corner of his lower lip mockingly, "A servant, you dare to stop the master, you are so brave."

"..."

"Don't let go soon? Are you courting death?"

"..." The bodyguard let go, "Miss Fang, you are angry in your heart, and you can wait until you bring Sikong Lingge to meet Madam Feng. It is true that you can vent your anger for Sikong Lingge now, but when I met Madam Feng, she asked about Sikong Lingge. How do you explain the slap marks on Ge's face? Today is different, Mrs. Feng will not ask about Sikong Lingge's beating."

The bodyguard's words instantly extinguished the raging flames in Fang Yiren's chest.

It is very clear in her heart that in the eyes of Mrs. Feng, Sikong Lingge is different from before.

Madam Feng really hates, even hates Sikong Lingge.

But Mrs. Feng also had to admit that now, only Sikong listening to songs can cheer up Feng Liye.

In order to save her son, Mrs. Feng has already licked her old face and knelt down to Sikong Lingge again and again, let alone defending Sikong Lingge for such a trivial matter?

As long as it can cheer up Li Ye, Mrs. Feng is willing to do anything.

Fang Yiren knows this better than anyone else.