President, your wife has slapped you in the face again.

Li Jun was thrown down by Xiao Qi, and Feng Yin was dragged by Leng Yan to eat down-to-earth snacks, returned to the hotel to take a shower and walked out of the bathroom. Suddenly, all the lights in the room went out.

"Cold Flame?"

"what are you doing?"

Feng Yin yelled, but he couldn't hear any response from Leng Yan.

Her heart couldn't help but lift up.

When I was eating today, I thought it was quite strange, I thought that Leng Yan would arrange a candlelight dinner, but he chose snacks, although it was also very interesting, but Feng Yin always felt that this was not in line with Leng Yan's character.

Feng Yin didn't know that Leng Qing was still not good at eating western food. With those knives and forks in his hands, all he thought of was killing people. He can't eat it.

"what!"

Just when Feng Yin was in doubt, a cold wind blew by her side, someone bound her hands from behind and pushed her to the wall.

If it wasn't for that familiar breath, Feng Yin really thought he had met a bad guy.

"Leng Yan, what are you doing?" Feng Yin was startled, his voice trembling.

"Let's stimulate..."

"don't want……"

However, Feng Yin didn't say anything after that, and Leng Qing had already started.

after an hour……

"Lengyan, let me go first...my arm hurts..."

Feng Yin's hands were tied with a tie, and he couldn't move. It was really uncomfortable for such a long time. Although Leng Yan didn't hurt her, it couldn't be the feeling she liked.

Seeing Leng Yan ignoring her, Feng Yin raised his foot and wanted to kick him, but on one side of his body, the whole person fell off the bed uncontrollably.

"hiss."

It wasn't until Feng Yin rolled on the ground in pain that Leng Qing realized the seriousness of the problem.

Leng Qing turned on the light, and saw Feng Yin curled up on the ground, with beads of sweat on his forehead, his face was as pale as paper.

"What's wrong?" Leng Qing hastily untied her bound hands, but saw that the little finger of her left hand was bruised and purple, and swollen.

"The finger hurts, it seems to be broken..."

Leng Qing: "..."

Leng Qing didn't expect that there would be an accident this time.

He knew that he had to be another Leng Yan in order to gain Feng Yin's trust, so at other times, in front of Feng Yin, he would act and imitate Leng Yan and imitate himself to the extent that he lost his memory and believed it, but only in this matter, he wanted to grasp The initiative belongs to him Leng Qing.

He had tried his best not to hurt Feng Yin, but something went wrong.

Leng Qing was full of guilt, hurriedly helped Feng Yin get dressed, and took her to the nearest private hospital.

Along the way, Feng Yin had a cold face.

Leng Yan loved her very much in the past, and always asked her thoughts and feelings about that kind of thing. Even if today was an accident, it was caused by him. Feng Yin didn't know how to face Leng Yan now.

Sometimes stimulation doesn't mean scare.

Feng Yin closed his eyes, anger and helplessness were in his eyes.

Seeing the hospital, Leng Qing picked up Feng Yin and entered the hall without saying a word.

After a series of film inspections, Wei Changhe also rushed over. Seeing Fengyin's swollen little finger as thick as a thumb, Wei Changhe was stunned.

"How did you get this?"

Wei Changhe wanted to know the situation, and was about to pick up Feng Yin's hand to check, but was blocked by Leng Qing.

"The filming has already been finished, and it will be fine in a while."

Leng Qing didn't want Wei Changhe to see the bruises on Feng Yin's wrist.

"Feng Yin, you..."

Wei Changhe intuitively felt that Feng Yin and Leng Yan had quarreled, or why the atmosphere was weird?

"It's okay." Feng Yin shook his head.

"I'll help you set your bones later." Wei Changhe said as he rolled up his sleeves and was about to prepare.