Knocked to the election boss today

Chapter 305 Is it still your own? (1)

If he doesn't beat him up, he just doesn't know how to be honest.

"Let's go, go back first."

Long Beijue nodded and sat upright.

Turning on the ignition, he started the car and drove away.

……

Late at night, the streets are brightly lit.

The cold wind rustled, shaking the windows slightly.

"Patriarch, now the news outside is spreading all over the city. If it continues like this, I'm afraid..."

The man who spoke had a hoarse voice, and his tone was respectful.

Feng Wuze played poker without raising his head, "What are you afraid of?"

"The man named Qiao Luo is Long Beijue's man after all. If he finds out about this matter, with his temper, the consequences may be troublesome." The man said awkwardly.

What's more, they are still staying in Long Beijue's territory, and if they offend him, it will be difficult for them to get out of Hwaseong.

"And you didn't divination at all. If you spread rumors, if the old Patriarch found out, he would definitely be furious."

The first family motto of the Feng family is that you can't do divination for others at will, let alone use divination to do anything wrong.

Feng Wuze shuffled the cards carelessly, rolled his eyelids, and gave him a slight sideways glance, "You mean, do you think I can't beat Long Beijue?"

The man felt chills down his spine and let out a dry laugh.

"Patriarch, I didn't mean that."

It's true that you can't beat it, and you have to be realistic.

Feng Wuze said with a half-smile, "Then what do you mean?"

The man took a step back silently, and said with a sneer, "After all, this is Young Master Long's domain, and what we've done has already violated the family precepts of the Feng family."

The little girl didn't offend them either, that kind of rumor is indeed a bit vicious for a little girl.

Hearing the word "family instruction", Feng Wuze's eyes flickered slightly, and his father's angry face unconsciously appeared in his mind.

He suddenly lost the mood to shuffle the cards, and casually threw the playing cards on the table.

The man looked at the scattered playing cards on the table, then turned his head to look back at Feng Wuze, unable to figure out his thoughts.

The atmosphere fell into silence, which was eerily quiet.

Feng Wuze leaned back, his tall body sank into the sofa.

He narrowed his eyes, and there was a flash of deep meaning in them, "Did Yun Ruoxiang send back the contract?"

"Just got it back, I checked it, there's nothing wrong with it."

Hearing this, Feng Wuze pulled his lips into a smile, holding back a bit of amusement.

It seems to be a quick fix.

"Boom boom boom——"

The knock on the door was fast and urgent, and there was a feeling that the door was about to be smashed.

The man walked to the door and looked out through the cat's eyes.

Suddenly, his face changed.

Oops.

The knock on the door continued, Feng Wuze turned to look at him, "A Dong, what are you doing blankly, why don't you open the door?"

A Dong shook his hand holding the doorknob, and met Shang Feng Wuze's questioning eyes, with a bitter face, "Patriarch, your father is here."

It is impossible for the old Patriarch to appear here for no reason, he must have received some news before killing him.

Feng Wuze was stunned for a few seconds, and the next moment, he jumped up from the sofa.

shit.

"Don't say I'm here." Putting the words aside, he looked around and ran towards the French windows with a burning ass.

A Dong wanted to cry but had no tears, "Patriarch..."

How could he deal with the old Patriarch by himself, and besides, he didn't provoke the trouble, why he was here alone to face the old Patriarch's anger.

He is cowardly, he is afraid.

"Feng Wuze, you brat, quickly open the door for me, don't think I don't know you're inside."

Feng Heng's frantic voice came in from outside, making A Dong's scalp numb with fright.

It's over, the old Patriarch seems to be more angry than he imagined.

Not daring to delay, he hastily turned the doorknob.

The door lock turned, and people outside couldn't wait to break in.

A Dong was standing behind the door when he was hit by the door.

He covered his forehead, looked at Feng Heng who suddenly appeared here, and said with a smile, "Old Patriarch, why are you here?"

Looking over the rattan whip in Feng Heng's hand, A Dong swallowed.

It seems that the old Patriarch was really angry this time, wouldn't even he have to be beaten?

"Why did I come, don't you understand?" Feng Heng gouged him out and snorted coldly.

"Where is that brat Feng Wuze, let him come out for me."

The reputation of their Feng family is about to be ruined, how can he be calm?

"He's the master, he's not here." A Dong's eyes flickered, and his voice weakened as soon as he lied.

"Patriarch, he just went out to handle errands, and he hasn't come back yet."

Before he finished speaking, the strong rattan whip suddenly pointed at him.

A Dong took a breath and froze.

"Old Patriarch, I..."

Feng Heng snorted softly and interrupted him, "Don't lie for him, I asked the people in the hotel, he has been staying here since the afternoon."

"Let him come out to me immediately, or I will punish you as well."

He was punished with Feng Wuze since he was a child, and he has suffered a lot from the rattan whip. Adong now has a psychological shadow when he sees the rattan whip.

He raised his hand and gently pushed the cane whip away, and said bitterly, "Old Patriarch, I really don't know, I just came back, I really don't know where Patriarch has gone."

Knowing that there was nothing to ask from him, Feng Heng put down the cane whip and snorted softly, "I will find him later and beat you together."

One or two are not reassuring.

Hearing this, Ah Dong was crying, he was wronged.

Patriarch, you have made me miserable.

Feng Heng took a step forward and searched around the living room.

He didn't even spare the corners where the vases were placed, and searched carefully everywhere.

Seeing him walking towards the French windows, Ah Dong's heart skipped a beat.

He stepped forward with a stride, held Feng Heng's arm, and said dog-leggedly, "Old Patriarch, you must be tired after traveling all the way here, why don't you sit for a while and I'll pour you a cup of tea?"

Feng Heng glanced at him lightly, and glanced at the hanging dark green curtains from the corner of his eye.

He snorted, shook his hands away, and swung the cane whip at the curtains.

That speed is as fast as lightning.

A Dong opened his eyes wide, and before he could stop him, he heard a scream.

"what--"

A bright red figure jumped out from behind the curtain, looking anxious and embarrassed.

Feng Heng withdrew the rattan whip and let out a cold snort.

Fight him, he is still a little tender.

Not far away, Feng Wuze rubbed his waist, and looked at Feng Heng with resentful eyes, "Dad, you are too ruthless, am I still your own?"

If he didn't hide quickly, he would have discounted his waist.

Feng Heng laughed mockingly, and said angrily, "If you weren't my own, I would have thrown you into the trash dump."

It's not worrying at all to be the head of the house and still mess around like this.

"Don't talk nonsense with me there, get the hell out of here."

Feng Wuze pouted, and walked over while rubbing his waist.

The slow look made Feng Heng wish to give him another whip.

He scolded, "Hurry up."

Twitchy, like a girl.

(End of this chapter)