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"Fuck..." The man's cursing voice was mixed with panic, "Which bastard dares to use a gun in Jinling City?" He said while dragging Bai Hemian to a corner.

Naturally, he was not happy, and struggled with all his strength.

Another vague swear word came out of the man's mouth, and he didn't know what he touched, so he copied it and hit the back of Bai Hemian's head.

He convulsed for a moment, then collapsed to the ground.

Bai Hemian thought he was going to die.

He lived the life of the first 19 years like a revolving lantern in front of his eyes, from a baby in the swaddle to a toddler, and suddenly became a half-grown child. Time passed quickly, and soon he saw his parents who died tragically. The taunting grandma in the flower building... The final picture is frozen on a door that is slowly closing.

Maybe a second later, or like a century later, he suddenly woke up - it was Er Ye Feng who closed the door and came to the bridal chamber in a wheelchair.

"Second Brother Feng!" Bai Hemian never thought that he would call Feng Qisong in a crying voice.

But at that moment, fear of death overcame shame.

Feng Erye was the only person he could turn to for help.

Feng Lao Er has been in the mansion for about ten minutes.

This is the house he bought for Young Master Bai, but because of a leg injury, he has never been here a few times. Now, looking at the black man squatting on the ground with his head in his arms, Feng Laoer's hand holding the gun tightened and tightened: "My family Where is the young master?"

When he asked the question for the third time, his tone was impatient.

"Third Master... who are you talking about?" Grandma who was squatting in the corner stood up bravely.

Second Master Feng lived in seclusion on weekdays, and the three of them looked alike, and Grandma saw that he had no problems with his legs, so she took him as the third child of the Feng family.

"But your male sister-in-law who just passed the door?" Grandma smiled all over her face, her slender eyelids drooping, and tried to persuade her smartly, "I didn't say... Third Master, even if you have had a relationship with Young Master Bai Marriage contract, now he is also married to the second master. It's a done deal, if you care about him so much, don't you know how to avoid it?"

Grandma thought that people with big houses and big families cared about reputation the most, so she made it dirty on purpose.

Unexpectedly, Second Master Feng suddenly raised his head, he didn't wear glasses, his sharp eyes cut straight on Grandma's body, as if he was real.

Grandma trembled all over: "Third Master..."

"Are you calling me a dog meddling with mice?" Second Master Feng smiled meaningfully.

He came in the rain, soaked all over, and sat on the sofa, with large dark gray water marks under his body.It stands to reason that anyone who appears in front of outsiders with such an image should be extremely embarrassed, but Feng Erye's aura has not been affected in the slightest.

He fired a shot at the roof, and then repeated with a blank expression amidst the exclamation: "Where's my young master?"

Fragments of light bulbs were scattered all over the floor. Second Master Feng had already knocked down the crystal chandelier on the ceiling of the living room. The people under the lamp looked terrified, and some timid ones cried directly.

"Grandma...Grandma!" The concierge, who was also squatting in the corner, looked pale and couldn't hold back any longer. He grabbed the hem of Grandma's cheongsam, "Just tell the third master!"

"Stupid thing!" Grandma slapped the porter with her backhand, and lowered her voice in a panic, "Do you think to tell the truth, we can survive today? Let the third master see that the boy in the Bai family has been ruined, and none of us can see tomorrow Morning sun!"

This little commotion was like a pebble thrown into the lake, and Second Master Feng noticed it immediately.

"Qianshan." He clenched the hand hanging by his side.

Qian Shan understood, walked over, and dragged the concierge and grandma out of the crowd.

The concierge was frightened and motionless, like a stiff corpse, but Grandma was waving her fat arms and struggling wildly.

"Let them speak the truth." Feng Erye's heart skipped a beat, and a hint of ominousness spiraled up from the bottom of his heart.

He took out a pack of cigarettes wetted by rainwater from his pocket—this was something he had found from Young Master Bai.

Feng Qisong squeezed the rain-soaked cigarette case into a ball, and when he wanted to light a cigarette, he found that his fingers were trembling and he couldn't hold the fire.

Qian Shan ordered it for him quickly.

Feng Qisong held the cigarette between his fingers and didn't smoke it. He let the faint smoke rise in the humid living room, and the expression on his face was blurred for a moment.

"Don't say?" Second Master Feng's patience seemed to never run out. He bent down, kicked the half-dead porter, raised the corners of his lips, and put the barrel of the gun against the corner of the other's mouth.

The cold gun barrel shone coldly.

Countless turbid tears welled up in the porter's eyes, twisted into an ugly bug on the ground: "Third Master...Third Master, I say..."

The porter grabbed Feng Qisong's trousers.

Second Master Feng took advantage of the situation and leaned over to listen——

"Brother Feng!"

What he heard was Bai Hemian's cry for help.

Feng Qisong pushed the door open and turned his head suddenly. Surprise, gloom, and fear in his eyes were mixed together, and settled into a deep madness.

It turned out that there was a hidden storage room behind the sofa, and the sound came from there.

"Two...cough cough...Master!" Qian Shan also heard Bai Hemian's shout, but unfortunately it was still half a beat behind.

Feng Qisong had already lifted his legs wrapped in suit pants, and kicked towards the wooden door without hesitation.

Sawdust splattered everywhere, and the storage room exuded a disgusting musty smell mixed with blood. Second Master Feng, who rushed in, saw Young Master Bai curled up, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he knelt straight on the ground. Trembling, she held him in her arms.

Before Bai Hemian, who was lying on the ground, could recover completely, the bridge of his nose hit his hot chest.

Feng Qisong hugged him tightly in front of him, muttering like a demon: "It's all right, He Mian, it's all right."

Bai Hemian was a little confused.

He was smashed really hard, and Deng Tuzi probably wanted to silence his mouth, and what he did was to kill him, so Young Master Bai was still a little unsure if Second Master Feng in front of him was a hallucination before he died.

It is said that when a person dies, someone will come to pick him up.

But...Second Master Feng is not dead, how to pick him up?

Thinking of this incident, Bai Hemian became sober. He hesitantly stretched out his arm, climbed onto Erye Feng's neck, and hugged him tightly.He didn't cry, but kept panting, suppressing all the hatred and pain in his heart, and then bit Feng Qisong's earlobe to vent his anger.

"Why... why are you so stupid?" Bai Hemian, who was rescued, felt sad, "There is a door under the stairs, you can't see it?"

"I'm stupid." Second Master Feng hugged him like a lost and found treasure, not as if he was comforting Young Master Bai, but as if he was comforting himself, "I'm in time, He Mian, I'm in time."

Bai Hemian only had the energy left to complain, and he quickly let go, sliding along Feng Qisong's body to the ground.

Without saying a word, Second Master Feng directly picked him up horizontally. When he walked to the door of the storage room, his figure shook slightly, but he quickly stood firm and walked back to the sofa with steady steps.

Only now did Qian Shan see Young Master Bai in Second Master Feng's arms, and he couldn't help taking a deep breath.

Bai Hemian's body was dirty, his face was covered with blood, and his snow-white collar turned dark red.

"Young Master Bai?!" Qian Shan hurriedly called for someone to bring the medicine box, "Master, I brought the medicine with me, let the young master have a look first."

"Quick." Feng Qisong's face was livid, he squeezed out a word between his teeth, put Bai Hemian on the sofa, and turned to go back.

There is also something in the storage room that seeks death. The remaining bullets in Erye Feng's gun are for him.

Unexpectedly, Feng Qisong didn't take a step forward, and the hem of his clothes was caught by a hand.

Second Master Feng hesitated for a moment, then turned his head in disbelief.

Bai Hemian was lying on the sofa in a state of embarrassment, his pale face was covered with blood, but his eyes were astonishingly bright.

Like a bright fire, it instantly warmed Er Ye Feng's heart.

There are so many people in the world, so many pairs of eyes, only this person can look into Feng Qisong's heart.

He was Feng Qisong's heartbeat when he was young, and he was Feng Qisong's secret joy after he took charge of the family.

After exhausting his life, he would never find such a person again, who would make the forbearing Feng Erye fall in love with him so desperately.

"Hemian." Second Master Feng lowered his eyes, took hold of the dirty hand, and slid cold and slender fingers into the dirty palm.

"You..." Bai Hemian wanted to say a lot, but was ashamed to say it, and temporarily forgot to shake off Second Master Feng's hand.

For young master Yu Bai, it was still too difficult to show affection to a man who forcibly married him.

Even if this man came in the rain and rescued him from Deng Tuzi.

But he didn't say anything, and Bai Hemian felt sorry. He struggled for a while, and while Qian Shan was cleaning the blood on the back of his head, he murmured, "You're not much better than me."

Bai Hemian was referring to Feng Qisong's suit that was wet from the rain and stuck to his body.

Second Master Feng waited quietly for a long while, but before he could say a word of kindness, he was greeted with familiar ridicule.

Feng Qisong was stunned for a moment, then smiled, and all the hostility in his body disappeared for a while: "Well, go home and change."

This sentence was said by Feng Qisong leaning over to Young Master Bai's ear, with his lips pressed against his earlobe.

The hoarse voice made Bai Hemian almost jump up from the sofa, his heart beat uncontrollably a few times faster, and then the bruises on his body started to sluggishly erupt.

Bai Hemian bit his lower lip, a burst of wetness passed over his head, Second Master Feng seemed to want to smooth his frowning brows, but for some reason, his arm was raised and then lowered.

Feng Qisong got up and walked into the dark storage room.

Young Master Bai behind him frowned again.

There seemed to be a very faint bloodstain on Erye Feng's trousers.

"Qianshan, Second Master's leg..."

"Young master, please calm down, your head has been broken, and you are still thinking wildly?" Qian Shan was afraid that Bai Hemian would notice something, so he quickly changed the subject, "If it wasn't for the second master coming to you in the rain, you would have been We don’t even know if people are killed!”

"...Second Master's horse slipped on the mountain road and almost threw Second Master off."

"Second master was injured?" Bai Hemian sat up suddenly, and fell back because of the injury on his body.

"Oh, you better take care of yourself." Qian Shan held his shoulder helplessly, and carefully wiped the back of Young Master Bai's head with gauze.

This is not Er Ye Feng's experienced bodyguard, this is Jingui's "Second Young Mistress"!

Qian Shan wanted to get goosebumps all over his body, and turned his head to see Erye Feng dragging a half-dead guy out of the storage room.

Bai Hemian also saw it.

He struggled to get up from the sofa, staggered forward, and slapped Deng Tuzi in the face: "Slap!"

"Let you belittle me!" Young Master Bai started to be ruthless, raised his arm and continued to beat.

"He Mian," Second Master Feng grabbed his hand and smiled slightly, "I'll come."

Today's Bai Hemian already trusted Feng Qisong a little bit. Hearing this, he withdrew his strength and stood behind Feng Er Er, thinking about what the gentle Er Master Feng would do.

He thought that Feng Qisong would probably seriously teach the apprentice to be a man, and then throw him to the police station.

Unexpectedly, the gentle-looking Feng Erye directly thrust the gun in his hand into Deng Tuzi's mouth: "Don't worry, I won't shoot now."

Deng Tuzi was terrified.

"Qianshan, give me another gun." Feng Qisong was full of hostility, took the second pistol, and loaded it deftly, "Listen, I will shoot you in both knees , you only need to call out, and I will aim at this place..." He pushed the barrel of the gun hard, "Bang."

Deng Tuzi rolled his eyes, his legs shook like chaff, and the yellow-brown liquid dripped down his trousers.

Second Master Feng frowned in disgust, turned around and saw Bai Hemian who was in a daze, with a warm smile on the corner of his mouth again: "Hemian, go upstairs to rest, I'll take you home after I've dealt with the matters here."

Bai Hemian nodded blankly.

"Don't look back." Second Master Feng warned softly.

He stepped up the steps in a daze, walked a few steps, and still couldn't help turning his head to look—bang!

The gun went off.