Chapter 911 If he doesn’t like you

The crutch flew about three meters.

Sheng Mian's fingertips curled up and she looked up at him.

Xie Feng took out a cigarette and looked at her without hesitation.

Sheng Mian didn't feel aggrieved, but slowly stood up.

"Mr. Xie, what does this mean?"

Is it because of Fu Yancheng, or because she provoked Xie Sisi in the first place?

Xie Feng took a look at her body. She had no external injuries, maybe only her feet. She seemed to be in good spirits now.

Unlike Fu Yancheng, who walked back and forth in the emergency room several times, half of his feet were in the door of hell.

"Yancheng suffered such a serious injury because of you. You are already at the door of the ward. Why don't you go in and take a look?"

Sheng Mian suddenly understood that he was doing this for Fu Yancheng.

"Someone's watching him."

Liu Qing cried so sadly, she was still pregnant with Fu Yancheng's child.

Xie Feng found it funny, his face darkened for a moment, and he pushed her against the wall.

"Sheng Mian, if he didn't like you, I would kill you right now."

Sheng Mian's neck was pinched and he couldn't breathe.

She frowned and looked at Xie Feng.

Xie Feng's appearance was different from Fu Yancheng's. Fu Yancheng looked dignified, but Xie Feng was completely gloomy and cruel.

There are very few rumors about him in the imperial capital. Except for those who have a good relationship with Fu Yancheng, he almost always deals with cold weapons.

He looked like a weapon, without warmth.

Sheng Mian felt uncomfortable being pinched, but her face and eyes remained unruly and calm.

Xie Feng let go, lowered his head and lit a cigarette, regardless of whether this was a hospital or not.

The nurse passing by wanted to persuade him, but when she saw the harshness on his face, she was frightened into silence and hurried away.

"Sheng Mian, so you don't like him, right?"

"He doesn't like me that much."

When Sheng Mian said this, he touched his neck to relieve the pain.

Xie Feng suddenly laughed, his expression became terrifying, and he raised his hand to pinch her chin.

"The whole kilometer, the distance he walked to pull you out of the mudslide, there are bloodstains on the ground. Your legs were still the first aid measures he used, otherwise they would have been disabled long ago. Shengmian, I should take a photo of the scene for you. Look, I’ve never seen Yancheng like that in my life.”

His whole body was dirty, his clothes had turned into strips of fabric, the gunshot wound on his chest was white, and his head was covered in mud.

Dragging her unconscious body, she crawled for a kilometer on the road before she collapsed, until she was discovered by rescuers.

If this is not liking, then what is liking?

How could this woman say such things so brazenly?

The personalities of Xie Feng and Fu Yancheng are similar to some extent.

It's just that Xie Feng really doesn't care much about women and has always only used them as a tool to vent his anger, but Fu Yancheng is just tough-talking and venomous.

Fu Yancheng cared a lot in his heart, but out loud, he probably didn't care at all.

Because he has lived in a neglected environment since he was a child, he knows that telling the truth is useless.

Xie Feng let go and lit another cigarette with a calm tone.

"If you don't like him, just say so. Don't say he doesn't like you."

Fu Yancheng likes to sleep well.

Like it to death.

Sheng Mian was let go, and a red mark had been pinched on her chin.

She suddenly remembered what the doctor had just said, that someone had performed measures on her leg in time, and that she had to thank Fu Yancheng.

Now that Xie Feng said this again, it seemed that Fu Yancheng woke up after the two were involved in the torrent.

She suddenly felt so uncomfortable that her heart was shattered by something in an instant, and she almost bent over in pain.

She couldn't help but want to cough, but when she opened her mouth, she couldn't.

Xie Feng didn't want to look at her and went directly to the smoking area in the distance.

When he reached the crutch, he thought for a moment and kicked the crutch back.

Sheng Mian did not pick it up, but leaned against the cold wall, trying to calm down her boiling emotions.

She didn't know how long it took before she felt her heart felt better. She bent down to pick up the crutches on the ground and returned to the ward.

While lying on the hospital bed, she suddenly felt that her heart hurt and she was in unspeakable pain.

She curled up and covered herself tightly with the quilt.

Xie Feng didn't make it very clear just now, but she knew how seriously Fu Yancheng was injured at that time, so how could she drag her away?

She didn't dare to think about it.

In fact, before she married Fu Yancheng, she had seen him from a distance. At that time, she followed Zhang Rong and stood in the shadows.

And he was staring at the wine glass in his hand indifferently, like a star shining over the moon, with an aloof attitude unwilling to talk to the people around him.

At that time, the master even spat.

"You are really pretentious and pretentious at such a young age. You are so stupid. Penny, please don't imitate this kind of person in the future."

I've only seen it once from a distance, and what's more profound is what Master said, it's all turtle hair.

But for people who draw, he is indeed very good-looking, almost like a god.

So she couldn't imagine how miserable someone as dignified as him could be.