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Young Master Bai almost fell down the stairs.

He is the young master of the Bai family, even if he entered Hualou as an oiran, he has never seen such a battle.Don't look at Bai Hemian showing his teeth and claws in front of Feng Qisong, in fact he is still a young man who has never seen blood.

Second Lord Feng fired the first shot at Deng Tuzi's knee.

Before Deng Tuzi could cry out in pain, he passed out from the pain.

Feng Qisong sighed regretfully. The moment he retracted the gun, he seemed to feel something, and suddenly raised his head. Before the bloody smell in his eyes faded, he met Bai Hemian's gaze.

He also completely absorbed the fear in the eyes of Young Master Bai.

Second Master Feng's hand holding the gun was slightly stiff, and he watched Bai Hemian take a step back.

"Hemian..." Feng Qisong called out his name in pain.

Bai Hemian's eyes were filled with an impenetrable red light, as if handfuls of fresh blood burst open.

Although he couldn't see Erye Feng's expression clearly, the man's stern face appeared in his mind, and that gentle and gentle face gradually distorted, accompanied by the dull gunshot, firmly imprinted in his heart.

Bai Hemian was surprised to find that he was not as scared as he imagined, but instead felt a subtle joy—that apprentice got the punishment he deserved.

Second Master Feng is helping him fight the injustice.

Realizing this, inexplicable envy surged.He envied Feng Qisong's determination and ruthlessness, and envied Er Ye Feng's skillful loading of the gun and his unhesitating shot at Deng Tuzi's knee.

Eighteen and nineteen-year-old youths are worshiping "heroes". Young Master Bai had already lost hope in the world, but when the drenched Second Master Feng carried him out of the storage room, his heart was full of emotions. The flames ignited irresistibly.

If he can also be like the second master, why should he be willing to degenerate and enter a flower building to survive?

"Hemian!"

Bai Hemian woke up suddenly, the fog in front of him cleared, he hurriedly avoided Feng Qisong's scorching gaze, and faltered: "Second brother Feng, you...just wait for me."

With a change in mentality, the address naturally became more intimate, but it's a pity that Feng Qisong only thought that Bai Hemian was afraid of him, and his heart was like a knife.

After finishing off the prevarication, Young Master Bai hid in his room without looking back, leaning against the door, gasping for breath.

In the darkness, the sound of the rain became more and more clear, and a few glimmers of light came in from the window, probably the guards brought by Feng Erye were shining around with flashlights.

Bai Hemian folded her arms, and squatted on the ground with her knees folded as if fearing the cold.

It's not that he didn't care.

The regular customer who didn't even leave his name has already pried open Bai Hemian's heart with tenderness between the lines, but the warm throbbing is different from the affection he felt when facing Feng Erye.

Before today, Bai Hemian had always regarded Feng Erye as a hidden counselor, even though he knew that Feng Qisong's lameness was fake, he still didn't take it seriously.

Looking back now, Second Master Feng stood up a full head taller than him, and through the thin suit jacket, the chest where the tip of his nose hit was also extraordinarily strong.

Bai Hemian blushed, and cursed silently: Damn Feng Er Er, he really is pretending to be lame, he must be secretly training behind people's backs, and he still behaves weakly on weekdays, his acting skills are really good.

Young Master Bai scolded in his heart, felt relieved, limped to the closet, groped for a long time, but couldn't find a decent dress, so he had to pull out the water-red cheongsam that had been washed and put away before, biting the bullet put on.

He comforted himself that the cheongsam was better than the blood-stained gown.

By coincidence, Bai Hemian, who had changed his clothes, did not go downstairs directly, but lit the oil lamp and walked to the closet.

Under the dim candlelight, he was almost scared to death by himself.

In the mirror, the color is blue and gray, who is the sick man with a bandage on his head?

The small fire that had just ignited in Bai Hemian's heart suddenly extinguished. He fiddled with the buttons of his collar, approached the mirror, straightened Qian Shan's messy bandage, and dusted the hem of his skirt in vain. I can't see any shadow of "oiran" in myself.

With scars all over her body, no matter how graceful she is, she can't seduce anyone anymore.

Bai Hemian was irritable for no reason. He put the oil lamp on the bedside, opened the bedside table, and accidentally touched a long and thin tobacco rod.When he was an oiran, he often smoked, and now he met his "old friend" again, he couldn't help but be delighted.

Tobacco and matches were ready-made, Bai Hemian lit up, heaved a long sigh of relief, leaned against the window, holding the cigarette rod with one hand in a daze.

The pouring rain was accompanied by lightning and thunder, covering up the sound downstairs. Young Master Bai thought to himself that nothing happened downstairs.But when he felt the dull pain in his head, he inevitably thought of Deng Tuzi, Feng Erye, and then the man's hot embrace.

"Bah, shameless." Bai Hemian shook his hands, and a few pieces of shredded tobacco were shaken out, causing him to curse in a low voice, and the flickering light outside the window illuminated his red ears.

Young Master Bai put his scalded finger into his mouth, sucked it lightly, and leaned his head against the cold window glass, thinking that it would not be a problem to hide like this. Since Second Master Feng is here, he will not continue to live in the ocean tonight. The truth of the floor.

Thinking of this, he frowned.This house was given as a gift by a good friend, when Feng Qisong asked, he would always be ashamed to say so.

It's not something to show off for a man with hands and feet to become an oiran and to have regular customers.

If everything hadn't happened tonight, Young Master Bai would still be showing off his "claws" in front of Feng Qisong in a show of power. Unfortunately, he who was rescued by Feng's second child has already lost three points in terms of momentum, and he has no confidence in saying anything. .

The shrill car horn pierced the rainy night.

Bai Hemian stood up hastily while leaning on the wall, and without thinking, he pushed open the window, fearing that people from the police station would come outside.

I'm afraid that Second Master Feng has already dealt with Deng Tuzi, and I don't know if he can deal with the aftermath in time... Also, the people dancing in the room regard Second Master Feng as Third Master Feng, so the people in the police station can't know about Second Master Feng What does it look like?If recognized, the entire Feng family will be implicated.

Feng Qisong has endured it for so many years, how could it be ruined by him?

Bai Hemian was covered by the rain, his heart felt more like a bottle of five flavors had been knocked over, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back, and the words "the target of public criticism" that Feng Laoer said were still ringing in his ears.

"Second Brother?" Fortunately, the car stopped, and it was Feng Lao San who came running wildly.

Bai Hemian seemed to have lost all his strength, and fell to the ground holding the oil lamp, holding his heart and gasping for several breaths, barely maintaining his indifference.

With Lao San Feng coming, things might be easier to handle.

"Second brother?" Feng Laosan, who rushed into the mansion, was mostly awake, looking at the messy living room, speechless, "Second brother, you...you killed someone?"

Feng Qisong was already sitting on the sofa, pinched his brows, and put his glasses back on the bridge of his nose.

Panic flashed in Feng Laosan's eyes: "Second brother, did they kill you to silence you when they saw that your legs were not limping?"

"Third Master!" Before Feng Laoer could explain, Qian Shantou couldn't help it, "Didn't I tell you before I left that something happened to Young Master Bai! Do you know that if our Second Master is a step late, Young Master Bai is going to be beaten to death?"

"What happened to He Mian?" Feng Laosan listened for a long time in a daze, and finally grasped the point, "What about others?"

Bai Hemian just pushed open the bedroom door.

He hesitated for a moment. First, he felt that the mess in the living room might not have been cleaned up. Second, he was wearing a cheongsam that he would only wear when he was an oiran.

But it was not the first time for Young Master Bai to wear a cheongsam, he hesitated for a moment before taking a calm step.

Feng Qisong ignored Feng Laosan, but raised his head the moment he heard the sound of footsteps, his eyes covered by the glasses flashed with amazement, and then returned to dead silence.

Because Bai Hemian was looking at Feng Laosan.

"How do you know this place?" Young Master Bai tensed up all over. He remembered clearly that Third Master Feng, who had a marriage contract with him, not only did not come to fulfill the marriage contract after learning that he was down and out, but also tore up the marriage contract and let him Become the laughing stock of the entire Jinling City.

Feng Laosan's eyes lit up: "He Mian, I'll take you home."

Bai Hemian snorted coldly, picked up the cigarette rod, inhaled shallowly, and exhaled a dull puff of smoke: "Where do you dare to trouble you?"

He was not in a hurry to go downstairs, he leaned on the stairs and smoked on his own, his gaze drifted to Erye Feng.

When he came out of the Jin mansion, Feng Qisong asked him to smoke, saying that it was bad for his health, but today he didn't know what happened, so he didn't say a word.

Bai Hemian lowered his eyes, took a bitter bite on the brass cigarette holder with his teeth, he was the one who suffered the pain, but Feng Laoer was the one who was angry.

Didn't he know that because he repented of the marriage, he never wanted to see the stunned third child again?

Even if their marriage is a transaction, they still have to pretend to be husbands!

Bai Hemian was thinking about things on this side, but Feng Qisong's other side was already freezing cold, Qian Shan stood there tremblingly, glanced at the second master's legs from the corner of his eye, sweating profusely from anxiety.

Riding the horse first, then kicking the door, Feng Qisong's legs might not be able to exert any strength.The dignified Second Master Feng refused to be helped up by his servants in front of Young Master Bai, so today's situation could not end at all.

Feng Qisong naturally knew Qian Shan's concerns, and he could also feel that he was at the end of his strength, but when he saw the dazzling water red coming and going with the third child, his heart was on fire.

Look, this is the young master of the Bai family, who can praise his former lover in front of him, and flirt with his former fiancé on the back.

Ruthless and unjust.

It happened that this most ruthless and ungrateful person lived in Feng Erye's heart, allowing him to play with his heartstrings with every frown and smile, while gnashing his teeth with hatred, while wishing he could rub him into his arms.

Bai Hemian didn't know what Feng Qisong was thinking at all, if he knew, he would definitely complain for himself, he sneered at Feng Laosan, in fact, he was anxiously waiting for Feng Erye to fulfill his promise to take him home.

However, after waiting and waiting, Feng Qisong didn't speak. The man sat on the sofa and carefully wiped the muzzle of the gun with a handkerchief.

Those eyes-obscuring guys have been dealt with, and Second Master Feng didn't go on a killing spree like Feng Lao San thought, he just got rid of the culprit, anyway, the rest of the people couldn't tell his true identity.

What's more... Young Master Bai is scared.

Why did he bother to move his face up again?

Second Master Feng smiled self-deprecatingly, and when he raised his head again, his usual indifference was restored: "He Mian, you and the third child can go back by car."

Feng Qisong smiled, as if saying something innocuous.

The author says:

The foreshadowing is not Feng Lao Er's legs, it's the one who mentioned the plot in the comments (. Feng Lao Er's legs will be fine, I guarantee that their lives will be harmonious! Put the lid on the pot and ask for a starfish...