Chapter 540

Leshan's ears were buzzing, and her exquisite little face turned white to the extreme. When she looked at Feng Jing, there was fog gathering at the bottom of her eyes, and then the fog color disappeared again.

Seeing that the water vapor dispersed, Feng Jing felt somehow unhappy. Why didn't she cry? Did she hate herself so much? And she was acting! At the thought of this, the anger in the bottom of his heart increased again. He raised his hand and held her chin with his big palm: "it seems that you've been too free recently. You've been wandering in front of me. Leshan, did I tell you that I hate you!"

"However, if you hate me again, we are also husband and wife. Legally, I am also a wife!" Leshan pressed down the bitterness at the bottom of her heart and pretended to be beautiful.

This sentence really excited the man's anger. He looked at her angrily. His strength was getting stronger and stronger. He almost crushed Leshan's chin: "really? Mrs. Feng, believe it or not, I can drive you out of Feng's house at any time!"

"You might as well try!" Le Shanhao said without concession.

Feng Jing looked at the woman's unruly eyes and suddenly sneered: "you have successfully annoyed me!"

With that, he suddenly stretched out his hand and squeezed the woman's neck harder and hit the chess and card table behind him. Leshan only felt that her waist bone was about to break. The impact vocal cord moved the mahjong table. The mahjong on the table shook and sounded like a piece, but Leshan's face was white with pain. She bit her lip and regretted why she provoked Feng Jing so much, If only he could say less, he wouldn't be so angry.

What's more, she came to beg him today. She always has to have a begging attitude, doesn't she?

Leshan felt that she could not breathe. The chess and card room was full of smoke, choking her lungs and neck. She felt extremely lack of oxygen. She felt that she was dying.

Just when she thought she was finished, Feng Jing suddenly released her hand and threw her on the ground. Leshan coughed desperately, and the man looked down at her: "kill you, I'm too dirty!"

When Leshan finally breathed, she suddenly said, "I'm sorry."

Feng Jing didn't move. He thought the woman was crazy. He looked at her and stood up shakily. His eyes were a little lax. He didn't know whether he saw himself in those beautiful cat eyes: "I shouldn't have come today."

She thought she and he were husband and wife, but she forgot that he hated her as much as the enemy. She was so stupid. Why did she find her humiliation? Could she not save Jiang Shiwei without Feng Jing?

In fact, Leshan knows that without Feng Jing, she can find someone to save Jiang Shiwei, but the method may be slower. Finding him may also be a little selfish, thinking that her relationship with him can be eased.

But she was wrong, very wrong.

Feng Jing hated her so much. How could he have a chance to relax with her? She really wanted too much. At the moment of turning around, her tears suddenly fell down.

Drop by drop, splashed on the carpet.

Feng Jing looked at the figure that Hao turned around without hesitation, and some anger appeared in his eyes. Didn't this woman come to save him? Why did she leave again? Didn't she intend to beg him?

He watched the woman go farther and farther until she disappeared into his sight. At that moment, Feng Jing suddenly felt an unspeakable sense of loss at the bottom of her heart.

It shouldn't be like this. He should hate that woman, but looking at her leaving figure, why does he feel uncomfortable at the bottom of his heart?

Does he still love that woman?

Thinking of that word, he suddenly felt that he insulted it. How could he still love her? He's not crazy. He still likes Leshan.

After that, he only hated her and had no other feelings!

Leshan finally got out of the club and felt her throat burning. She touched her throat and made a phone call: "come and pick me up."

She reported the address and hung up the phone. She felt weak. When the man arrived, she saw Leshan standing there shakily, like a feather that was about to be blown away by the wind. The man was shocked and stepped forward: "what's the matter with you, Shanshan?"

"I, I..." Leshan stumbled, suddenly fell into the man's arms.

When Feng Jing came out, he saw a man holding Leshan on the car and leaving in front of him. His fist kept tightening and tightening. How could he not recognize that this man was the little white face with her after Leshan broke up with him!

Unexpectedly, she still has contact with that man. What does she think of herself as, a dead man?

This shameless woman! Thinking of the figure of a man holding her away, Feng Jing suddenly felt that she had just felt stuffy, which made her more uncomfortable. It seemed that there was a fire in her heart.

The car drove slowly on the road. In order to be afraid of Leshan's discomfort, Yemo Chen's speed was not fast. Taking advantage of the gap of the traffic light, he glanced at the woman in the co driver's seat next to him.

Since she got on the bus, she didn't say a word and closed her eyes as if she fell asleep, but Yemo Chen knew that she certainly didn't fall asleep. She just didn't want to face him.

I don't know what he thought. Yemo Chen's face was ugly again. When he arrived at the hotel, he looked at Leshan's pale and haggard face and was distressed: "Shanshan, what happened just now?"

Just now at the door of the club, he had a lot of words to ask, but looking at Leshan's heartbroken face, he finally refrained from asking.

But looking at the eyes of a woman who seemed to lose his aura, he only felt sour and uncomfortable. The girl he had been protecting, the girl who had said to give her happiness, why is it so now?

Leshan didn't open her eyes. She was afraid that as soon as she opened her eyes, tears would rush out. She couldn't cry. If she said she wouldn't cry for the man again, she wouldn't cry again: "nothing, a little thing."

"Small matter? Do you know how embarrassed you are just now!" night Mo Chen said unbearably, hoping to pry open her mouth and let her speak her heart.

Leshan spoke a little hard because her throat was damaged. "Brother ye, I want to trouble you."

Night Mo Chen looked at her eyes and couldn't help nodding: "I want you to help me check a person's whereabouts. Hurry up. I'm worried about what happened to her."

The silly girl didn't even look at herself. She was still worried about others. He sighed at the bottom of his heart: "who do you want to check?"