Chapter 40

Such a man, just standing there, has a look at the world.

We used to swear, but when we saw this man, we didn't dare to say a word.

"This gentleman, I don't know why he came to Fengjia in the middle of the night?"

Jun Mo's cold eyes flashed, cold way: "say, where is fengsujin?"

Everyone looks at such a person to find Feng Sujin. They have different looks and don't understand how a person like Feng Sujin can get to know such a powerful man.

"Mr. Feng may have no idea. Feng Sujin hasn't come back for a long time. She called before, but she didn't answer. Now we don't know where she went."

Jun Mohan looked at the speaker and saw a cruel cool light in his eyes. "Who are you from the wind family?"

"I'm Feng Sujin's second aunt."

Jun Mohan stared at her for a while, then waved his hand, and the bodyguard immediately stepped forward and stopped the man.

Zhuang Zhiping is kneeling on the ground. She is biting her teeth, but her heart is shaking.

In recent years, she has met with Mrs. Lv. But somehow, the people in front of her scared her from the bottom of her heart.

If it wasn't for a bit of bravery, I would have panicked.

"What are you going to do?"

Jun Mo cold light way: "noisy, I ask you again, where is the wind element Jin?"

Zhuang Zhiping grits his teeth and doesn't say anything. He is greeted with an iron bar.

Zhuang Zhiping hums, but he still doesn't talk.

Mr. Jun Mo was afraid of wasting time. He took the knife and drew it on Zhuang Zhiping's neck. "Since you have such backbone, you don't care about your life."

Say, gentleman Mo cold is about to start.

"No, no Zhiping, do you know? Tell him quickly, right

Zhuang Zhiping looked at his lover, "Yiyuan, how did you come out? Go back quickly?"

The wind also wants to run to Zhuang Zhiping far away, but is controlled by others.

Jun Mohan naturally hears some meanings from the dialogue. His eyes are cold.

The night star knows the gentleman little behavior style, says to the bodyguard: "chops the finger."

A bodyguard is far away from the wind. One takes a dagger out of his arms and makes a comparison.

Jun Mohan continued to look at Zhuang Zhiping. "If you don't say it again, his fingers will be gone."

Zhuang Zhiping turned away. "I don't know."

In a flash, the bodyguard cut off the little finger of fengyiyuan's left hand.

"Ah..."

The wind is also far from the pain of the shouts, or let Zhuang Zhiping shiver up.

"No, go on!"

Just when the wind was about to be cut off for the second finger, Zhuang Zhiping couldn't stand it and shouted, "I say, I say."

"That's right. It's late. He can't pick up that finger."

Jun Mohan hears Zhuang Zhiping's words and understands that Feng Sujin may not be in danger for the time being.

Just then, old lady Feng couldn't help but walk out from upstairs. "Wait!"

Zhuang Zhiping listened to the old lady's voice, his face turned white and he dared not say another word.

The man in front of her could threaten her with the wind, but the old lady was holding her daughter's life.

I'm ruthless and ruthless. I can give up even my own flesh and blood, not to mention my granddaughter.

Jun Mo's cold and magnificent eyes flashed a sharp light. It was the old woman who had done the domestic violence to Feng Sujin just in time!

Old lady Feng knocked on the ground with her crutches, trying to strike out.

"Who are you, just enter the room and do these things to our Feng family?"

Old lady Feng relies on the old to sell the old, but also uses the tone of questioning.