The only favorite of the wealthy: the black-bellied president is busy chasing his wife

After a while, Jun Manli's body was covered with bloodstains, and her wedding dress couldn't see her original appearance, as if she had escaped from the disaster area. It was horrifying, and her whole body was covered with bloodstains.

Jun Yao cried while grabbing the guardrail, his hoarse voice almost pierced the eardrums: "Mom, mom, don't hit my mom!"

After hearing Jun Yao's call, Feng Qingqing not only did not stop her whip, but on the contrary became even more excited.

Shout, shout, suffer, suffer, seeing you suffer makes me happy.

The corner of Feng Qingqing's mouth curled into a smile, and while listening to Jun Yao's shout and Jun Manli's groaning in pain, she became more and more excited.

Jun Manli's skin was bruised, and Jun Yao's crying face was full of tears, unable to control herself.

Seeing that Jun Manli couldn't bear it anymore, Jun Yao had no choice but to insult Feng Qingqing: "You old woman, you are jealous of my mother, you are no match for my mother, that's why you use this method to torture my mother .”

"What are you talking about, your mother is a pariah, what is there to be jealous of? I can't compare to her. I feel dirty even if she licks my toes!"

Feng Qingqing turned around and looked at Jun Yao in the cage.

Although Jun Yao was locked in the dog cage at the moment, he still kept his back straight, and his whole person looked noble, but he still didn't look humble.

Seeing Jun Yao like this, Feng Qingqing felt even more angry in her heart. She felt that her goal had not been achieved at all. She imprisoned their mother and son here to torture them, just to make them kneel and lick at her feet, but she didn't expect that. At this level, Jun Manli still didn't beg for mercy, and Jun Yao still looked noble, how could she not be angry.

Feng Qingqing walked towards Jun Yao, step by step, as if she wanted to swallow Jun Yao whole in her eyes.

Jun Yao swallowed secretly, feeling scared in his heart, even though he didn't show the slightest bit on his face.

Before Feng Qingqing got close to Jun Yao, Jun Yao caught off guard and spit on Feng Qingqing's face.

Feng Qingqing's eyes widened, and she reached out her hand in disbelief to touch it. Jun Yao hadn't drank water for a long time. Feng Qingqing wiped a mouthful of phlegm on her hand, and she jumped with nausea, and it was too late to shake it off.

The people nearby quickly brought a tissue to help Feng Qingqing wipe it. Feng Qingqing was so angry that she pushed the maid to the ground.

Feng Qingqing was furious: "Are you all dead? Help me drag this little bastard out, I will kill him!"

Jun Manli was hanging there almost half-dead. When she heard this sentence in a trance, she was still stunned. She narrowed her eyes slowly, watching Jun Yao being dragged out, and wanted to shout, But without half the strength, once he opened his mouth, he couldn't open it again.

Jun Yao was dragged out of the cage and dragged all the way to Feng Qingqing. Two people held Jun Yao down, making him unable to move. Feng Qingqing pinched Jun Yao's jaw.

Looking at Jun Yao's face that was very similar to Jiang Haoyu, the raging fire made her feel extremely uncomfortable, she slapped her backhand mercilessly, and slapped Jun Yao's face, her small face was pinched tightly Tight or twitched to the side, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth immediately, and the red mark on his face was very obvious.

Jun Yao didn't know where the courage came from, and spit out a mouthful of blood towards Feng Qingqing's face.Feng Qingqing's face, which had been wiped clean just now, was covered with blood again.