Chapter 207

Hearing this, Zhao Feng sighs. He knows Wei Ying's temperament best. If the whole Wei family can really treat her, I'm afraid there is only one Wei old man.

Grandson and grandson's feelings are not generally deep, at this time, if Wei Ying chooses to escape, then she is not Wei Ying.

"All right! But these two days, you're going to sleep in a room with me. "

Zhao Feng doesn't want to take advantage of others' danger. If he really had that idea, he would have done it long ago. This is to protect Wei Ying's safety.

Who knows when weidaquan will appear.

Wei Ying nodded slightly and agreed.

In the storeroom of Mr. Wei's villa, there lies a man with injuries all over his body.

"Dad! I'm back again, you old man. Why do you have to force me to promise me? I don't want to kill you. Now, it's all over. But you can rest assured that my son and my niece will be with you soon. "

At this time, Wei Daquan was just like a wounded beast. He was very smart. He knew that he could not take refuge with Li Fangtian's people. In the face of the Chu family, these people were unreliable.

He can only rely on himself. Master Wei's villa is the best hiding place. No one would think that the murderer of master Wei was hidden in the storage room of his villa.

Even if it's somebody, it won't come here.

Under the cover of night, Zhao Feng walks into Wei Ying's room, with a faint fragrance lingering on the tip of his nose, which belongs to Wei Ying's body fragrance.

Wei Ying swept an eye, selfishly picked up a fruit knife, put under the pillow.

"Go to sleep when you come!"

Zhao Feng swallowed his saliva: "I feel comfortable sleeping on the floor. I'll get the mattress."

He is really afraid of doing something inappropriate in his sleep, and then he will be given by Wei Ying.

Wei Ying didn't pay attention to it, lying in the quilt, a drop of water on the corner of her eyes sliding down.

Smelling the fragrance of Wei Ying, Zhao Feng also slowly fell asleep, hazy, a burst of broken footsteps.

And all this, but no one noticed.

Wei Daquan is very familiar with the villa, and even knows it like the back of his hand. Naturally, he knows that Wei Ying's bedroom is there.

The sword in his hand is like a clear spring. Under the moonlight, it reflects the bright color. This is Mr. Wei's treasure.

Squeak, Wei Ying's room door is slowly opened, and Wei Daquan comes in.

Looking at a Wei Ying lying on the bed, stunned, in his mind, Zhao Feng should be sleeping with Wei Ying! "Is small white face looking at Wei's not good, directly run away?"

Murmuring to himself did not disturb anyone. In the moonlight, Wei Daquan raised his sword.

In his sleep, Zhao Feng suddenly woke him up with a flash of light.

See a figure to the bed of Wei Ying raised a knife, subconscious reaction, the whole person directly rushed out, a kick to just ready to start Wei Daquan.

"Who, who is it?"

At such a time point, how can Wei Ying still sleep.

"Wei Daquan! You still have the face to appear here. I'll kill you and avenge my grandfather. "

Speaking, he took out the fruit knife under the pillow and stabbed Wei Daquan.

Bright moonlight, so that the house is not dark, it is easy to see everything.

Wei Daquan's arm, inserted a fruit knife, is constantly bleeding, and the sword on Wei Daquan's hand, is on Wei Ying's neck.

"Don't move, or I'll cut it down."

Zhao Feng doesn't dare to move. During the day, he just worried about Wei Ying's safety. Unexpectedly, at night, Wei Daquan came up and threatened Wei Ying's life, which made him want to slap himself in the face.

"What do you want to do, Wei Daquan? Don't move, or I promise you won't get out of this villa."

Wei Daquan is not afraid of Wei Ying. Although a woman has made great achievements in business, how can she be his opponent by virtue of her physical strength?

But Zhao Feng is different. He has seen Zhao Feng's skill.

"Zhao Feng, find a piece of rope and tie yourself up. I'll let you two go."

This can deceive ghosts, but anyone with a little brain will not believe it. Zhao Feng naturally knows it, but there is no way to do it without looking for a rope. Wei Ying's life is still in the other party's hand!

"Zhao Feng, don't worry about me. Kill this beast and avenge my grandfather."

Wei Ying doesn't care about her life and death. She is full of the idea of dying with Wei Daquan.

Wei Daquan's face was horizontal, and he knocked Wei Ying with the back of the knife: "what's special, you and that old thing are carved out of the same mold. If I were relieved, I would not go to the present step."

Zhao Feng took out the storage box from one side and groped inside. He had found the rope, but he couldn't take it out yet. He was looking for something that could help him solve his dilemma.

"Come on, what are you doing dawdling about?"Zhao Feng quickly promised: "it's almost there. I've already touched it, but it's entangled with the things inside."

When he spoke, a cold feeling came from his hand. Zhao Feng was very happy and became a teacher.

The rope was taken out of the storage box to prevent fire. The quality of the prepared fire rope is needless to say.

Seeing this, Wei Daquan's heart is also happy. In his opinion, as the president of Wei's family, Wei Ying's cash stored at home will not be in the minority.

As long as he gets these things, he may not be able to escape from Donghai city. Later, he is trying to unfreeze his bank card, and his happy life seems to be waving to him.

Looking at Wei Daquan in a trance, how could Zhao Feng miss this opportunity? The fire rope in his hand directly caught the blade in Wei Daquan's hand.

Wei Daquan then came back to his senses: "boy, you dare to play with me."

The blade in the hand cuts toward Wei Ying's body, but the fire rope is used as a rescue tool. It's extremely hard, and the blade cuts off all of a sudden.

Of course, Zhao Feng couldn't give Wei Daquan another chance. The thing he touched just now was thrown out. It was a spare light bulb.

It's right in Wei's face.

"Ah! Little rabbit... "

Before Wei's words were finished, he was interrupted. Zhao Feng got a hit and jumped up. He directly kicked Wei down, dodged his long knife and poked down.

There is no more voice for Wei Daquan.

Dingdang, with the long knife pulled out, the thick smell of blood in the room, Zhao Feng felt out the mobile phone, made a phone call.

"Hello, Xiao Zhao, it's so late. What can I do for my old man?"

Chulao's tone is very impatient. What time is it? Zhao Feng is so late. How can he call?

"Mr. Chu, Wei Daquan died. I killed him in my villa."

"What did you say? You wait. I'll send someone right away

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