Living in the Hong Kong Film World

Chapter 687
While Feng Chengcheng was waiting, he also wondered if Feinan would agree to him.

She thought that Feinan would be angry, ridiculed, and look down on herself. She also thought about what conditions Feinan might ask, and how she should answer.

But she didn't expect that Feinan would agree to her request so easily.

This made her even more ashamed, feeling ashamed, wishing she could escape from here immediately.

"Anan, you are such a good person, thank you."

Tears trickled down from her eyes, rolling down.

"Don't send me a good person card. No matter what I do, it's because I want to do it, and it has nothing to do with others."

Feinan explained casually.

Wiping away his tears, Feng Chengcheng said seriously: "No matter what, I still want to thank you. You have a hundred reasons for not helping me, but you still helped me. I will definitely find a way to repay you for this kindness."

"whatever!"

Feinan waved his hand and asked, "Are you staying here tonight or going back?"

Feng Chengcheng was taken aback for a moment, his face burned immediately, and he subconsciously looked in the direction of the bedroom.

Or should I repay in this way?

"Are you thinking of farting?"

Feinan knew at a glance that she had misunderstood him: "I mean it's too late, if you can't go back, I'll ask someone to open a room for you."

Although she was indeed beautiful and met Feinan's aesthetic standards in all aspects, her personality was still a bit traditional.

More importantly, she is actually older than Grandma Feinan, and she still wants to eat Feinan's tender grass, how is that possible!

"Oh, then... I'd better stay for one night!"

Feng Chengcheng blushed and lowered his head.

She knew her father very well. If she went back tonight, Feng Jingyao would not believe that Fei Nan would so easily agree to help her.

More importantly, she found that she liked staying here more than at home.

In other words, she now feels as if she can feel more at ease anywhere than at home.

The place that once made her miss, now makes her feel a little repulsed, even a little disgusted.

This was contrary to her previous concept, and this tangled feeling made her want to stay away from there even more.

"Okay, then you wait here for a while, and I will come as soon as I go."

Feinan got up and left to go through the formalities.

Feng Chengcheng looked at the direction he was leaving, his thoughts drifted away.

If I don't come home so late, will dad be worried?
Ever since he planned to compete for the director of the Ministry of Industry and Commerce, he has never had any guests at home. He probably won't find out that I haven't gone back until very late, right?

He wasn't like this before, could desire for power really change a person so quickly?
Her chin softened, and she looked down, but it was Huanhuan who reached out to help her wipe away the tears on her chin.

Tightening his arms and hugging her even tighter, Feng Chengcheng felt a little warmer in his heart.

It would be great if I had a younger sister like this. Unlike now, I don’t even have a relative by my side, and the only relative is trying to use me...

After opening a room for her, it was on the same floor. When Feinan came back, he arranged for her to live there.

Maybe guessing Feinan's intention to tidy up herself, Huanhuan agreed to Feng Chengcheng's invitation and went to sleep with her.

Qiangzi had long been lying on the bed and fell asleep, he couldn't stay up late.

With the addition of tireless expertise, Feinan didn't need so much sleep. He just sat behind the desk and flipped through the newspapers collected by the hotel staff.

It is a habit he has developed to call up the map from time to time to observe.

Suddenly, he frowned, found something, got up and left the room.

Walking out of the hotel, he dashed in one direction.

Xu Wenqiang staggered out of an alley and almost fell to the ground.

He was holding his buttocks with his right hand, where there was a gunshot wound that was oozing blood.

This shot was fired by Ah Xiang, and the instigator was naturally Feng Jingyao.

Feng Jingyao was furious at his request to quit the company, thinking that he had betrayed him.

But in Xu Wenqiang's view, he was working for Feng Jingyao. When he joined the company with Ding Li, he had already agreed to stay or stay as he wanted, and he had the freedom to choose to leave.

What's more, he also helped Feng Jingyao solve the big troubles of millions of oceans, which is enough to repay the kindness of supporting him back then.

After breaking up unhappy, he planned to visit Ding Li in the patrol room, but just as he left Feng's house, he was attacked from behind and shot.

From the figure and movements of that person, he recognized that it was Ah Xiang.

He drew his gun to fight back, took the opportunity to escape, and ran here in a panic.

He didn't expect that Feng Jingyao didn't even want the last face to do such a thing!

The pain was draining his strength little by little, and grief and anger filled his chest, he hated it so much!

He hated himself for being so stupid. After Feng Jingyao tricked Ding Li into surrendering himself to the police station, he should have seen his black heart clearly, but he still chose to ask Feng Jingyao to resign face to face.

His eyes were a little blurry, and he reached out to support the courtyard wall.

"Help……"

He shouted hoarsely, but there was no one on the street, and no one responded to him.

"I'm dying……"

He felt like he was going to pass out.

"You can't die."

A voice suddenly appeared, and Fei Nan landed in front of him, and stuffed a silver pill into his mouth.

"Brother Nan."

Xu Wenqiang recognized Feinan's voice.

Supporting him to stand up straight and taking his hand away, Feinan ordered: "Endure the pain, I'll help you get the bullet."

Xu Wenqiang gritted his teeth and nodded.

The power of thought was like a scalpel, piercing his wound instantly.

With a muffled grunt, he broke out in sweat profusely, soaking through his clothes.

But thought power is intangible after all, unlike a knife and axe, although Xu Wenqiang still felt severe pain, he could still bear it.

Under the clairvoyant state, Feinan quickly found the bullet stuck in the bone crevice.

"Get ready, three, two, one!"

After counting three times, Feinan urged his mental power and pulled out the bullet directly.

With a stream of blood, the deformed lead bullet fell to the ground with a clang.

He picked up another pill with his thoughts and stuffed it into the wound. Feinan let go and let him fall on his side on the ground.

"The bullet has been taken out, you are fine."

Feinan ordered, "But you have to wait for a while, I have to solve a little trouble."

After saying that, he turned around and looked towards the street entrance. At some point, two middle-aged men in blue bamboo cloth gowns and wide-brimmed hats appeared there.

The two of them were carrying a large package together, which seemed to contain heavy objects.

The package was tied behind their backs with cloth strips, one end on each back, making the two of them look like a conjoined twin.

The night was dark, but the two of them still wore black sunglasses on their faces, which did not affect their actions at all.

In fact, they followed Feinan all the way to this place.

Feinan seemed to have spotted them a long time ago, he walked to the middle of the road with a smile, and said to the two of them, "Thank you for your hard work."

Those two people stood in the same place blankly, their mouths did not move, but a voice came: "Young hero is good at lightness kungfu, he died today, and from now on, there will be one less master in martial arts."

"It's sad and sad, my brother and I have nothing but a heartbroken song to see the young hero off."

After finishing speaking, the two of them stretched out their hands, and the parcels behind them were scattered, and an antique Guqin rolled down and landed on the legs of the two of them in a one-knee horse stance.

(End of this chapter)