Chapter 248

Smashed on the tea table in front of the sofa. The glass on the tea table was smashed into pieces. Ma Xiaoshuai fell on it and shouted. Several wounds were cut on his arm by broken pieces, and blood was constantly seeping out from it.

Ma Weimin heard that his son fell on the tea table and was injured. He hurried forward and looked at his son. He found that he was not seriously injured, but his arm was scratched by glass fragments

Although he shed a lot of blood, he looked ferocious. In fact, there was no big wound, so he couldn't help scolding: "shit, it's stupid. It's not like Lao Tzu's seed at all. It must be inherited from your bitch mother. There is a first-aid kit in the next room. Go and wipe yourself with alcohol and get out."

After that, Ma Xiaoshuai struggled to get up from the ground, and then walked to one side of the house.

At the moment, Yang Jiao was particularly surprised in his heart. Yang Jiao suddenly understood that the voice in her ears was not auditory hallucination, but he Feng's voice. Therefore, she was saved, and he Feng was on her way.

Thinking of this, Yang Jiao's face suddenly overflowed with a smile, sweet, as if living in happiness.

He Feng is fine, that's good.

But immediately, an ugly voice came from his ear.

"Shit, you TMD bitch, you smile so comfortable when my son is hurt, don't you? Wait a minute, there are some things that make you comfortable." Ma Weimin scolded. Then he leaned forward and was ready to tear off Yang Jiao's clothes.

Now his blood is gushing, and the efficacy of the medicine he just took has gradually revealed. His thinness gradually occupied the rationality in his brain, and he didn't think about why his son just fell.

Just think it's your son, fool.

Ma Xiaoshuai, who was wiping some wine in the room, was particularly confused. He had just obviously not slipped. It seemed that there was a force pushing himself behind.

He rubbed his aching waist, thinking in his heart, but he couldn't think of a reason, so he had to think that his foot slipped accidentally.

At the moment, he Feng has gone about 2 / 3 of the way, and he can reach Kaixian immediately. When he enters the scope of Kaixian, he Feng still keeps talking and tells Yang Jiao not to worry. He will be there soon.

Although he didn't know whether his words could work, he Feng still kept talking all the way for fear that Yang Jiao had done something that he regretted his life.

So, now he is thirsty, and the spiritual power in his body is almost exhausted. Although his body is still running at the limit speed, it looks tired compared with the ease at the beginning.

The steps under his feet are still fast, but the owner of the steps can feel that his steps have been a little stiff, and each step is heavier than the previous step.

When Ma Weimin was about to jump up with a ferocious smile, just as his hand was about to touch Yang Jiao's body, suddenly, with a slap, he fell to the ground and fell into the glass. In an instant, the little old man in his 50s was knocked out of his body due to his long years of wine and color.

He fell to the ground and hummed. The lust in his mind had disappeared. All that remained was the wailing of a wild dog on the ground.

Seeing this, Ma Xiaoshuai, who had just finished wiping the medicine, hurried forward and saw his father fall like this, so he hurried forward to help his father up.

When Ma Weimin was lifted up, he felt a little bad. What's the matter with himself and his son?

It's incredible that one person falls and two people fall together. After all, when a small probability meets a small probability event, it's addition, not multiplication.

There was something strange, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong. He gasped on the sofa for a while and was stunned. Ma Weimin still didn't think out the reason, so he had to blame it on the slippery ground.

I thought, when I left, let the management personnel in the hotel drag the ground next time and wipe it again with a dry cloth, but today's things can't happen again.

Gradually, Ma Weimin's breathing calmed down, and Yang Jiao on one side had already become calm. Yang Jiao has completely determined that as long as she is not obedient and doesn't accept her life in her heart, she can automatically form a defense, and the two villains can't move herself.

Thinking of this, Yang Jiao couldn't help but outline a smile on her face. It's ridiculous. Her man is really powerful. What can these two bastards always compare? Two stupid pigs.

But thinking of this, Yang Jiao blamed herself because she had signed 60% of her shares, and she almost lost her body.

In her heart, Yang Jiao couldn't help but classify herself as that kind of stupid woman. She didn't know that everything about herself was just because she loved he Feng too much.

Love makes people crazy and mentally retarded.

At this moment, he Feng has entered the territory of Kaixian County. He runs at full speed. His steps cross the field and step out footprints in the fields of countless people. Although he is a little ungrateful, he doesn't care about so much in an emergency.

In his heart, he was very worried about what had happened to Yang Jiao when he went a little late, so that even if his spiritual power was about to be exhausted, he still didn't slow down his pace, and still kept running the formula of opening the sky, absorbing his true Qi and running at a high speed.

Just as you play while charging your mobile phone, it will do great harm to your body, but he Feng can't care about it at the moment. His worry about Yang Jiao makes him forget everything.

Even if it concerns your body.

At the moment, in the hotel, Ma Weimin and his son were surprised to find that the problem was wrong. They seemed to have found a new world and stared at Yang Jiao.

Sweat trickled down on her forehead. Yang Jiao seemed to have some special function. When they touched her, they always found a special barrier blocking them.

They can't get close at all, and these are things Ma Weimin and his son haven't seen.

They looked at the scene in front of them with some surprise, and their bodies had been scratched by glass scraps on the ground.

Two times at a time are accidents, but three or four or five times in succession, it can not be said to be accidents. It can only be said that there is a force manipulating them.

Yang Jiao has gradually sat up. She is on the sofa. Although her back hand is still tied with a rope, her initiative here at this time has been changed from Ma Weimin's father and son to her hand.