His eyes were scarlet, and he stood in front of the shop next to the street with anger, clenched his fists and smashed them hard on the pillar at the door of the shop, and gritted his teeth and said, "Bai Muchen, you bastard! Where have you gone! Bastard!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a sensation came not far behind him.

Feng Qingjiu turned around slowly, frowned and looked over there.

When Feng Qingjiu saw the familiar figure, her heart suddenly tightened. Seeing that Bai Muchen was covered in wounds and was beaten and kicked by a group of people, Feng Qingjiu had no time to think about it and ran forward.

While running, he shouted at the people: "You fucking dare to touch him again! I'll take your dog's life!"

On the other side, the group of people who hit people saw the thin man who suddenly ran towards him, snorted coldly and ignored him and continued to punch Bai Muchen.

The man in the lead just raised his foot and suddenly screamed heart-wrenchingly. Feng Qingjiu picked up a wooden stick from somewhere and suddenly hit the man who kicked Bai Muchen in the leg.

The wooden stick broke into two instantly, one in Feng Qingjiu's hands and the other fell beside Bai Muchen.

The man who kicked Bai Muchen collapsed on the ground and hugged his legs and screamed in pain.

Seeing this, the others looked at each other and cursed, and all came to Feng Qingjiu.

Feng Qingjiu's eyes were cold, and her slender body stood in front of Bai Muchen, blocking him behind him. His hands were tightly holding the wooden stick, gritting his teeth, and full of murderous aura.

The wounds in my heart have not yet recovered, but now they are starting to hurt again.

He glanced at the people who surrounded him and Bai Muchen with a cold smile on his lips, "What's the point of bullying a drunk person? I have a spirit, all of them are coming to sober!"

The man on the ground had cold sweat on his forehead, holding his legs and moaning. He raised his head, stared at Feng Qingjiu fiercely, and pointed at him: "You dare to hit me! You are seeking death!"

As he said that, he said to his people: "Brothers, beat this person to death!"

Feng Qingjiu sneered: "You should all die if you dare to hit me!"

After saying that, he suddenly waved his head towards the person sitting on the ground with a wooden stick.

Before the man could react, blood ticked down his cheeks.

The others were so scared that they were so scared that they couldn't help but take a step back.

Feng Qingjiu said coldly: "Who else touches him!"

A timid person saw such a bloody scene so scared that his legs became weak. He pointed at the person beside him and whispered: "I, I don't have it.

It was him, and he, it was them.

Brother, we just make money from food, not wanting his life. Besides, it was your friend who didn’t pay for his drink, so we had to teach him a lesson.”

Feng Qingjiu glanced at the people pointing at the people, and waved the stick in her hand at the people with a "no eyes".

One scream after another came, and those people didn't even have a chance to react, so they were injured by Feng Qingjiu and fell to the ground and screamed.

Amid the messy screams, a familiar voice came, "Boss, give me another jar of wine!"

Feng Qingjiu heard the sound, her spine froze, turned around and looked down at the unconscious Bai Muchen lying on the ground.

He glanced at the gangsters who were lying on the ground around him, threw away the wooden stick in his hand and came to Bai Muchen, squatted down and helped him up, let him lean in his arms. He gently patted Bai Muchen's face, "Achen, wake up!"

Bai Muchen narrowed his eyes and looked at the familiar face in front of him, and chuckled, "It turns out it's... hiccup... it's you, Lao Feng! Lao Feng, let's have a drink! Fuck!"

Feng Qingjiu frowned, "How come she drinks like this!"

“I didn’t drink much.

I was just feeling a little uncomfortable! You don’t know how uncomfortable I felt when I saw the person I like sleeping with another person today! It was even more uncomfortable than Ding Rongrong who didn’t want me!"

Feng Qingjiu's spine froze, Adam's apple rolled, and he paused for a moment and said to Bai Muchen: "You read it wrong, misunderstood him. He didn't sleep with others. When you sober up, listen to him explain to you."

Bai Muchen looked up at Feng Qingjiu, "Are you saying true?"

Feng Qingjiu nodded: “Well, really.

The person you like always likes you, cares about you, and guards you like a jade! Never touched by anyone! Never touched anyone except you! Achen, believe him!"

Bai Muchen smiled foolishly: "That's good, then I'll wait for him to explain to me."

After speaking, he burped again.

Feng Qingjiu felt relieved when she saw Bai Muchen hear it. After so many years of holding it in, perhaps only by his drunkenness can he speak! She walked away without paying attention to the person who slowly approached him behind her.

Feng Qingjiu thought to explain what happened to Bai Muchen today to Qi Cang tomorrow. She endured the pain in her heart and wanted to help Bai Muchen up. Unexpectedly, her head suddenly felt a sharp pain, and bright red blood flowed along her forehead to the bridge of her nose, then to her lips, and finally dripped on Bai Muchen's face.
Chapter completed!