The pampered baby of King's High School

"Eh? Master Feng?! Why are you here?" Du Mengqi turned around, and saw Feng Yingchen's 1.8-meter-six slender figure slowly stepping into the living room.

"Where's Tata?" Feng Yingchen's voice suddenly became very gentle, which caught Du Mengqi off guard for a while.

Is this still, the usual one, cruel and inhuman, Feng Yingchen...

"Master Feng, we..."

"What's wrong?" Feng Yingchen's long and narrow eyes were stained with a hint of danger.

"Tata doesn't know what's wrong. She looks very tired and sad. We asked her, but she didn't say anything... I thought she had forgotten everything about this morning..."

"Du Mengqi, you slipped your tongue..." Han Yun'er helped her forehead helplessly.

"What happened in the morning?" Feng Yingchen raised his sword eyebrows, full of indifference and danger, he took the words and asked coldly.

"I... this!... Well, Mo Tata didn't let us tell you, but I really can't hide it, so let me say it..."

——Someone exposed the photo of Mo Tata and released it.

——The game scene this morning was chaotic, many people were scolding her and hitting her.

— but who the hell knows where those pictures are from?

——Fortunately, An Canmo and the others are here, so the few of us are fine.

—Tata told us, don't tell you.

——She said that she was afraid that you would laugh at her and look down on her, so we kept hiding it...

Feng Yingchen's complexion suddenly became darker, and the calmness and gentleness that he was originally all dissipated, replaced by an even more icy coldness, his dark and deep eyes were like countless icy gravels polished into sandstones , and then the dark light sources inlaid one by one.

"One word, kill." Feng Yingchen breathed out a chilling death-like dark breath, took out a pistol from his waist, and held it tightly.

He didn't know where he was going, but it seemed that every time danger came, he always used to carry a gun.

Every time, when killing, when fighting, it seems that holding a gun, killing lonely, will not be lonely.

"Master Feng...you'd better not leave, Tata is not in a good condition now, she said she is taking a bath, but her figure seems to be shaky, and she hasn't come out yet, could it be..."

Feng Yingchen's eyes became darker and indifferent when he left the scene. He put the pistol on the table, walked quickly to the bathroom on the second floor, and knocked hard on the door, "Motata!!"

"Motata!!..." Every time I called her name, it felt like a silver needle was stabbing slightly in my heart...

—Maybe Feng Yingchen is like this.

——Only pay with your heart when you can't see it.

In the end, no one hesitated, Feng Yingchen kicked open the door and rushed in...

The bathroom was very foggy, and the hot air filled the person's cheeks, no matter how deep and cold his facial features were, when he touched the hot air, he would only feel wet and sticky.

When he saw Motata alone with his eyes closed, his eyelashes were still trembling, and tears were still hanging on his cheeks, but he fainted on the ground in embarrassment, and his hair was stained with sewage on the ground.How to put it, why is she not like the naughty and mischievous girl she usually is...

It was the first time I saw her so small and humble.

In fact, everyone, no matter how shiny their appearance is, if they turn their backs, everyone is just a tiny speck of dust...

like him.

What you see is his gorgeous and glamorous appearance, but what you can't see is the bloody pain behind his gorgeousness.

Feng Yingchen was stunned for two seconds, then picked up the bath towel at the side, put it on her petite body, and carried her out...

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