Evil King, your vest fell off

Chapter 172 What a responsible law?

"No!" Feng Nuanyang refused without even thinking about it, and stood on tiptoe to reach him, but under his tall body, she couldn't touch him no matter what.

"What on earth do you want?" Feng Nuanyang looked at the arrogantly smiling man in front of him with resentment.

"Do you promise me whatever I want?" Ming Qianjue's rough and heroic face was serious, and he looked at her with deep eyes, making it impossible to guess his true thoughts.

Feng Nuanyang breathed out lightly, stretched out his hand, and looked at him quietly: "You return the things to me, and ask your subordinates to open the door, and I will be responsible for everything about you!"

Seeing her suddenly calm down, Ming Qianjue raised her eyebrows with interest: "How can you be responsible?" He held the big palm on her wrist, stretched out his thumb and rubbed her white and smooth skin twice , with a malicious smile spreading from the corner of his mouth.

The slight itching made Feng Nuanyang's heart wrinkle, as if insects and ants had crawled over her. She really wanted to shake off her hand and wipe it vigorously with a handkerchief, but she was restrained by someone, unable to move.

She told herself to calm down, to be patient, not to be afraid, took a deep breath, and a sweet smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "I will find a doctor to see you, if uncle, your body is really caused by eating medicinal food If there is any discomfort in the meals in the restaurant, I will take full responsibility, and all the silver for your treatment will be paid by the medicinal restaurant, and you can live here until your body recovers!"

"That's a good idea!" Ming Qianjue nodded, and looked at her quite interestingly: "As expected of being the owner of several medicinal restaurants, he may be much stronger than your shopkeepers!"

"Uncle, do you agree?" Feng Nuanyang loosened his frown, the fear in his heart was relieved, and his eyes were deeply locked on the big palm holding the dagger.

Looking at the bright light in her eyes, Ming Qianjue felt a little stunned, more nostalgic, and he handed her the dagger in his hand.

Feng Nuanyang immediately took it, but in the next second, a big palm directly hooked her waist, pulling her into his arms, so suddenly, so domineering...

That fiery big palm grasped her waist, Feng Nuanyang's body trembled, and his voice trembled a little: "I, I'm a man, if you need, I can find a woman for you..."

Feeling her uneasiness, Ming Qianjue sighed in his heart, but he didn't want to scare her anymore, so he could only take his time.

He gently stroked and slid his hand, feeling her trembling in his palm, and then fell on her waist. He paused for a while, and then stretched out his hand to press it directly: "Have you been injured before?"

Just for a moment, he retracted his hand, gently opened the distance, seeing her trembling eyes, he smiled indifferently: "I'm a doctor, your walking posture is wrong, that's why I want to explore Is it really a problem to explore your position?"

After Feng Nuanyang was freed, he quickly took several steps back, held the dagger, and stared at him firmly, fearing that he would make another sudden move.

"The injury on your waist is very serious. Even though it's been a long time, your walking posture is not right. It seems that you haven't fully recovered." Ming Qianjue frowned, looking at the weak Liu Fufeng's waist. There was a flash of annoyance.

Feng Nuanyang stretched out her hand and touched the place covered by the fiery big palm just now. Thinking of the innocent disaster a year ago, a look of sadness flashed across her eyes, she raised her head and asked suspiciously: "Are you a doctor?" He has good eyesight, Her waist injury is indeed not healed, usually it doesn't hurt, just be careful when walking, but when it rains, this place will be aching.

(End of this chapter)