The pampered baby of King's High School

Seeing the rain outside the car window getting heavier, Feng Yingchen couldn't help frowning.

How can a dead woman be so casual and not know that being with a strange man is dangerous?Don't you know it's dangerous if you don't go home under such heavy rain?Why would I care about these things and come out on purpose? !The more Feng Yingchen thought about it, the more annoyed she became, the cold and perfect facial features were death-like indifference and darkness.

The manager at the front door of the bar held an umbrella for him while bowing and bowing to him courteously. He couldn't hear a word, and just walked into the bar with slender steps.

"Wow! Master Feng, here!" Lian Ruixuan finished her makeup again, and she was so excited when she saw Feng Yingchen came, she kept winking at Feng Yingchen with her seductive eyes with black eyeliner.

Feng Yingchen glanced at her indifferently with monstrous cold eyes, and pursed her thin lips slightly, "Where is she?"

With a clean and indifferent voice, and a natural aristocratic temperament, Lian Ruixuan held her breath... Her sisters' hearts were beating wildly, wow!This is a character like a god's mansion. This god actually spoke, and this god even glanced at him! (Damn, they just rolled their eyes at you...)

"She said...she doesn't want others to disturb her, so let's drink with you first." Lian Ruixuan said excitedly.

"That's right, Master Feng, didn't you see that we are all free? She doesn't have time to let us play with you!"

"Yes, yes!" The other girls echoed with high spirits, and the horny nympho wished to eat up the handsome man in front of him.

"But why didn't I know," Feng Yingchen said with a sneer and cynical smile, "Mo Tata also made you a friend."

"This...haha, it's fate! Why should we meet each other before, right?!" Lian Ruixuan smiled happily, and then drank a glass of wine happily.

Feng Yingchen's cold eyes were as cold and sharp as a knife's edge, and he caught the dodge in Lian Ruixuan's eyes at once, and the corners of his lips unconsciously evoked a mocking and charming smile. He took out his mobile phone, apparently looking down at Time, in fact, silently dialed Motata's cell phone, and then asked casually, "Is her cell phone with you?"

"Uh...no, no, her cell phone was with me just now, and I sent it to her later, ah..." With Lian Ruixuan's flustered cover-up, Motata's cell phone rang suddenly in her pocket.She hurriedly took out her mobile phone and saw the big words "Feng Yingchen" on the screen. She stared at Feng Yingchen's death-like cold eyes in a daze. She was speechless for a long time, her blushing face turned pale .

"I..." Lian Ruixuan bit her lip and was eager to explain. At this time, several men in black suits and sunglasses hurriedly came to Feng Yingchen, and said respectfully: "Young Master Feng, I have carefully cleaned this bar. After searching, there is no girl named Motata."

"Well, go down." Feng Yingchen ordered coldly, then took out a pistol from his waist and threw it on the counter, his deep eyes were full of bloody cruelty, and he opened his thin lips lightly, "Ask again, is she Woolen cloth."

"Master Feng, I..." Lian Ruixuan looked at Feng Yingchen in panic, she was so frightened by Feng Yingchen's expression that tears flowed down her face, and she couldn't say a word for most of the day.

"Mo Tata is in the girls' toilet on the third floor, and she is locked inside! Master Feng, we...!" A girl next to her was about to cry from the fright of this scene, and answered Feng Yingchen with a trembling voice.

Before the girl finished speaking, Feng Yingchen picked up the pistol and put it on his waist, took Mo Tata's cell phone, and quickly left the bar.

The sky is full of wind and rain, lightning and thunder, and the sudden change of weather is like cruel hands holding people's hearts tightly. Loneliness, fear, fear, and sadness are fully interpreted by this weather.

The sapphire blue Porsche was driving fast in the majestic heavy rain, Feng Yingchen's face was as solemn as death, cold and unapproachable.

Dead woman, wait for me...