Mr. Fan's Cold and Ugly Wife

"Who are you!" She said angrily, but she didn't have much strength to say it, and her articulation was not clear enough.

Old Dong finally heard the voice, frowned, and turned his head suddenly.

Fan Xiaozheng obviously didn't have enough time to stop or divert his attention, so he just got up suddenly and flew over.

Although Fu Cheng was quite calm, but he was only a small body after all, so it was impossible for him to withstand the force of Lao Dong's collision.

"Kang Dang!" With a sound, the little guy floated out to the side, and sat down on the corner of the wall. The curtain next to him covered his head and face, and he rolled out after a couple of thumps.

But obviously there is no way to get close to Old Dong.

Worse!
The 'toy gun' worn by Fucheng was knocked off, and it was in Lao Dong's hands at this moment.

"Stop!" Fan Xiaozheng shouted suddenly, his eyes fixed on the things in Old Dong's hand, "What are you going to do?"

Old Dong obviously hasn't recovered from the fright just now, so he turned and pointed at Fan Xiaozheng, "I still want to ask Mr. Fan what you want to do?!"

After all, he pointed the weapon in his hand at Ye Liang who had just woken up and was still in a daze, "I have already said, we are just talking about things, and I will not hurt anyone! But if Mr. Fan wants to do this..."

Old Dong roared angrily: "Even if I die, if I take away one or two, it won't be a loss at all!"

"Calm down." Fan Xiaozheng's stern face was full of coldness, and he tried his best to hide his anxiety at the moment with such a cold tone.

"Uncle?" Fucheng on the ground didn't dare to act rashly anymore, but weakly pointed at the thing in Old Dong's hand, and said, "That's my toy, can you give it back to me?"

Old Dong looked down at the little thing sitting on the ground, "What are you, where did you come from?"

Fucheng looked innocent, "I... I was playing peek-a-boo here, who knows how you got in here?"

Old Dong stared at him suspiciously.

He didn't specifically book this room, and he didn't rule out that the child of the big boss in the hotel was running around and happened to be here.

"Give it back to me, my father should be in a hurry, I have to go back!" Fucheng said aggrievedly: "I didn't see anything, so I won't talk nonsense, but if I don't know how to go, my family will find me, What if you sabotage your work?"

What he said is also very reasonable.

Old Dong narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at him for a while.

He glanced at Fan Xiaozheng again. Anyway, his woman was in his hands, so he didn't dare to act rashly.

So, holding onto the chair tied to Ye Liang with one hand, he handed the things in his hand to Fu Cheng.

Fu Cheng frowned, and tried his best to get up from the ground, but he didn't seem to be able to get up very much, and said: "Uncle, you should be lower, it's too high for me to reach!"

Old Dong didn't think much about it, and bent down to hand it over to Fu Cheng.

It was at that moment, Fucheng quickly grabbed the 'toy gun', and the small body that couldn't get up just now seemed to be equipped with a spring, jumped up all of a sudden, and then jumped onto the chair next to him to borrow strength.

Immediately afterwards, there was a back kick in the air.

Old Dong was already too surprised by his flexible body and his movements within two seconds.

After he reacted, he felt a "bang!" in his head, and that heavy kick from Fu Cheng accurately hit his temple.

Not enough, when the legs and feet were falling, Fucheng continued to give Lao Dong a heavy slap on the cheek with the 'toy gun' in his hand.

"Boom!" The man finally swayed, with disbelief in his slack eyes, and fell directly on his back.

Fucheng had already landed firmly on the ground, raised his hand to wipe the tip of his nose, looked at Fan Xiaozheng, "That's it?"

Lao Fan said that he was given a difficult task, asking him to go to the crew's hotel from time to time to secretly watch and be Mengmeng's little bodyguard.

He thought the other party was such a powerful master.

Looking at it this way, he has no skills at all?
Fan Xiaozheng didn't have time to praise him at the moment, but just took the time to poke his head, "It's great! Let your mommy untie it."

"Oh." Fucheng hurried over to help, while not forgetting to comfort others: "It's just fainted, it's okay, don't be nervous."

In this regard, Fan Xiaozheng smiled from the bottom of his heart.

But in the next second, Fucheng suddenly cried out, "It's bleeding!"

Sure enough, Fucheng's hands were stained with scarlet.

Ye Liang was just grabbed by Old Dong and the chair. When Old Dong fell down, the chair was tilted to the side, but it was not injured.

That must have been the old Dong who knocked her down when he crashed into Fucheng just now.

For others, leaving a little blood may have no effect.

But once she had a little skin trauma, Fan Xiaozheng's whole body would be tense, and all facial features and expressions would be wiped out all of a sudden, and he hugged her up regardless of other things.

"Go and open the door!"

Fucheng trotted forward, unscrewed the door to make way for him, and trotted along the way.

While going downstairs, Fucheng did not forget to call Mei Shurang, "The person on the eighteenth floor is handed over to you, we will take Mengmeng to the hospital! Please watch over me!"

Fan Xiaozheng, Fucheng naturally accompanied Ye Liang in the back seat.

Ye Liang's mind was already awake, and he feebly raised his hand to touch Fu Cheng's small face, "I'm fine..."

"Stop talking." Fu Cheng frowned with thick eyebrows.

That look was exactly the same as that of the man driving the car.

Ye Liang smiled silently. Originally, she thought it was just a skin scratch, and it would be fine to go to the hospital to stop the bleeding.

Because her body was still weak after drugging, she leaned quietly on the seat and closed her eyes.

I don't know how long it took, but she felt a little pain somewhere in her body.

It's the kind of pain that numbs the legs after squatting for a long time. It's not very painful, but it can't be ignored. It's dense and dense.

Only then did Ye Liang open his eyes, looked down at himself, squeezed his arm with one hand, and pressed his shoulder again.

As a result, I couldn't find the specific point of numbness.

"What's the matter?" Fu Cheng noticed her, turned around and asked.

She frowned slightly, "It's nothing."

Ye Liang thought that he was numb from sitting for too long, so he moved his position.

This move, not only did not alleviate the symptoms, on the contrary, the numb feeling was spreading all over the body at an accelerated speed.

It was as if it was only a little bit numb at first, but when she moved, the blood flow accelerated and brought the numbness to all parts of her body.

And this time the numbness was accompanied by a tingling sensation that became more and more frequent and felt more and more obvious.

"Mengmeng?" Fucheng stared at him, his eyes became more and more worried, and the next second he seemed to be frightened, "Why do you have a nosebleed?"

Fan Xiaozheng is driving, it's best not to be too distracted, she can only raise her hand to cover it, and reach out to Fucheng, "Help me get a tissue."

Fucheng took two quick twitches and handed it to her.

She clutched her nose and endured the intense pain. She wondered if it was an illusion. From the moment the nosebleed came out, it didn't seem to hurt so much?