The personal security guard of the beautiful president

Hearing the shouts from the lover who was going to open the door, he stopped abruptly and was still waiting in the room for Chen Ling to come back to play the new "post-entry" style. He took out a sharp machete, kicked open the door and rushed out.

Rushing into the hall, Zhao Jun saw a strange man at home at the first sight, with a fortitude and cold face, and a strong dangerous breath permeating his body, and at the man's feet, his lover Chen Ling was already lying on the ground, not knowing whether she was alive or dead.

"Who are you?" Zhao Jun felt his voice tremble uncontrollably when he spoke.

Zhang Fengyi didn't speak. He looked at Zhao Jun, who was thin and flat-headed, obviously overindulgent. He clenched his iron fists loudly, and the murderous aura from his body suddenly erupted like a volcano.

"Have you ever offended brother?" Zhao Jun couldn't help but shuddered, staring at Zhang Fengyi with anger and vigilance, holding the machete tightly in his hand to prevent accidents.

"Heh!" roared angrily, Zhang Fengyi jumped out suddenly, his body was as swift as a leopard, his right hand locked the throat of the Vietnamese army as fast as lightning.

"Ah..." When had Zhao Jun seen such a fierce and fierce man, he screamed in fright, and hurriedly swung his knife, trying to stop Zhang Fengyi from rushing.

Zhao Jun's reaction was quick, but in Zhang Fengyi's eyes, it was like a snail crawling.

When the knife was just raised, a big hand as rigid and powerful as a tendon had already pinched Zhao Jun's neck, and a strong suffocation mixed with severe pain instantly overwhelmed Zhao Jun's reason.

Zhang Fengyi wanted to wring Zhao Jun's neck directly, but reason told him not to kill anyone.

Burning with anger in his chest, Zhang Fengyi grabbed Zhao Jun's neck and slammed it hard against the wall.

boom!

Zhao Jun bumped his head against the wall, his face was covered with blood, and his right elbow was also injured. He couldn't lift the slightest strength, and the machete dropped to the ground with a crisp sound.

Zhang Fengyi stepped in front of Zhao Jun, grabbed his collar with one hand, and grabbed his belt with the other. He lifted Zhao Jun up with both arms while bending down, and then fell hard.

"Ah..." Zhao Jun who reacted could not help but scream.

"Bang! Crash..."

Zhao Jun fell hard on the coffee table in the hall, water glasses, beer bottles, pots and bowls shattered all over the floor.

On the coffee table, Zhao Jun fell so hard that he couldn't breathe, his head was so dizzy that his belt was broken in two when he was in the air, his loose and bulky jeans fell off a lot due to inertia, and his white buttocks without underwear Immediately it was exposed and stuck to the cold tea table, it was painful, numb and cold, not to mention how uncomfortable it was.

"Brother, brother, stop beating, stop beating, what's going on, brother offended you?" Zhao Jun, who rolled on the ground, covered his back with one hand and grabbed his trousers with the other, crying and begging for mercy.

"Offended? Li Gang should have been ordered by you!" Zhang Fengyi snorted coldly, walked to Zhao Jun's side, kicked him onto the sofa, and at the same time stepped on Zhao Jun's body.

"Stop beating, big brother, why did my brother offend you? Let me remind you?" Zhao Jun was stepped on the sofa with his upper body, kneeling on the ground with his legs, and kept begging for mercy.

"Don't you like to play backward style? Today I let you play with excitement." Zhang Fengyi said, picked up an unopened bottle of wine from the right side of the coffee table, and held the bottom of the bottle with his right hand so that the mouth of the bottle was aligned. Zhao Jun's raised buttocks stabbed down suddenly.

"Ah..." Zhao Jun burst into a heart-piercing scream.

The mouth of the beer bottle with the lid was pierced directly, and it was hard to stop until it reached the neck of the bottle.

Zhao Jun was in so much pain that his voice changed, and the split chrysanthemum was bleeding profusely.

Zhang Fengyi grabbed Zhao Jun's neck, and the screams stopped abruptly, forming a strange whine in his throat.

"I was supposed to let you try the chrysanthemum bottle cap, but today I am not in the mood. I brought money and things to see my dad before eight o'clock in the evening. One minute later, I will let you open the bottle cap with your throat. Did you hear clearly?" Zhang Fengyi said coldly.

Zhao Jun was in so much pain that he wanted to die, no matter what Zhang Fengyi said, he nodded desperately.

Zhang Fengyi stretched out his hand to grab the body of the bottle, and with a hard bend, he pulled out the beer bottle with a bang, and threw it on the ground viciously, breaking it into a pile of broken glass.

Zhao Jun howled, rolled his eyes, and passed out from the pain.

Zhang Fengyi threw Zhao Jun on the sofa expressionlessly, turned his head to look at Chen Ling who was on the ground, and saw that Hu Meizi was curled up on the floor with his hands covering his ears and trembling. Chen Ling woke up.

"Don't lie there and pretend to be dead when you wake up, and pass on what I said just now to Zhao Jun." After Zhang Fengyi finished speaking, he turned and went out the door.

Chen Ling was so frightened that she lay on the ground without daring to move. She didn't dare to move until she confirmed that Zhang Fengyi had gone far away, then she hurriedly got up. Seeing Zhao Jun lying on the sofa, bleeding profusely from his lower body, she was frightened into a fool. .

The screams resounded through the entire building in an instant, and lasted for a long time.

Half a day later, Zhao Jun woke up in pain and saw his mistress kneeling beside him crying continuously. Enduring the pain, he shouted weakly: "Why are you crying? I'm not dead yet, md, call my uncle and Mengzi call people..."

***

After leaving the Five Star Garden, Zhang Fengyi went straight to Chen Qingyun's residence, but he was in vain. After inquiring, he found out that Chen Qingyun had gone out to socialize.

In desperation, Zhang Fengyi rushed back to the hospital without stopping. After some inquiries, he found out that his father was under observation after the operation and was sent to the ward.

Standing outside the door of the ward, looking at the father on the hospital bed, his arms and legs are splinted, he is wearing a urinary catheter and a catheter for blood congestion after catheterization, his head is wrapped in a bandage, his face is pale and haggard, and the strength of the anesthesia has not subsided. , my father was lying on the bed with his eyes closed and motionless.

Over the years, when I was not around, my father supported the huge family and resisted Wang Zhiping's revenge and blows. His old age was obvious, many deep wrinkles had been added to his forehead, and his hair had also turned gray. His once mighty body was now Become skinny, no longer have the demeanor of light years...

The more Zhang Fengyi looked at his father's current appearance, the more his nose became sore, his heart ached, he blamed himself, and there was a trace of anger towards Chen Qingyun, towards Zhao Jun, towards Li Gang...

After a while, Zhang Fengyi wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, opened the door of the ward and walked in.

Zhao Juan turned her head and saw her son came back, she hurriedly got up, and looked at Zhang Fengyi as if she couldn't get enough of it, "Xiao Yi, you're back..."

Zhang Fengyi nodded, "Mom, how is my dad doing?"

Turning her head to look at her husband on the bed, Zhao Juan's nose couldn't help but her nose was sore, and her eyes were rosy, "The doctor said there's nothing wrong, and it will be fine after a few days of rest. Xiao Yi, I'll go back to your father's matter." Talk to Director Chen, don’t meddle in it, they will force it, I’m an old woman, he can’t do anything to me.”

Zhang Fengyi couldn't understand the meaning of his mother's words. He let out a long breath and said, "Mom, don't worry about it like this. Everything is up to me. My father suffered such a great crime, and it can't be in vain. Mom, don't worry, I will take care of myself." Proper. By the way, where is Qianqian?"

"Oh, don't be reckless, mom is old, and I can't stand the troubles of you two." Zhao Juan knew that she couldn't persuade her son, so she warned her son, and said instead: "Qianqian is going home to cook chicken soup, I can tell you Said, Mom can see that this child has a heart for you, no matter what, you can't let her down to Qianqian, you have been away for seven years, and Qianqian usually comes to help."

Zhang Fengyi hadn't thought about getting married yet, so he could only vaguely answer: "I know."

Zhao Juan nodded in satisfaction, suddenly seemed to think of something, and said, "Xiao Yi, I heard from the nurses that your father's operation went well this time, thanks to Dr. Han. You have to thank him well, it seems that Dr. Han is free this afternoon, why don't you go to see if Dr. Han is free?"

Doctor Han?That cold beauty Han Xue?

"Oh, Mom, look at Dad, I'll go and have a look." After Zhang Fengyi finished speaking, he glanced at Zhang Weiguo who was sleeping peacefully, and turned around to leave the ward.