Crying in anger, pretending to be in love with the villain after wearing a real daughter

Nan Qingfeng's eyelids twitched and he turned back to look at the door.

Seeing a man whose face was tightly wrapped in bandages, he immediately recognized him as Bei Mingping. The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he immediately pretended to be frightened, picked up the teapot on the table and threw it at him.

"The evil spirits are gone!"

Bei Mingping was about to taunt him, but Nan Qingfeng suddenly picked up something and hit him. With the lesson learned last night, this time he had quick eyesight and quick hands to avoid it.

With a "bang" sound, the teapot was smashed to pieces on the ground. It is not difficult to see how much effort the person who threw the teapot used.

If this happens, it will definitely end in a bloody mess.

"Beiming Qingfeng! You madman!"

Hearing his roar, Zhuo'er next to him was startled and carefully pulled Nan Qingfeng, "Miss, that's... the third young master."

"What? Third brother?" Nan Qingfeng suddenly realized and asked worriedly, "Third brother, how did you become like this? Who did it? Have you seen the doctor? What did the doctor say?"

Bei Mingping snorted coldly, "Stop pretending. You poured chicken soup on me last night and threw my teapot today. I think you meant it! Beiming Qingfeng, you have become very bold these days when my second brother and I are away."

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He walked forward and looked at the meal for two people on the table. He raised his hand and knocked the food to the ground.

The dinner plate fell at Nan Qingfeng's feet, and her eyes dimmed.

"You really can't change your despicable servility when you eat at the same table as your servants. You have completely disgraced the face of my Beiming family!"

"Despicable servility? Did Third Brother say the wrong person?" Nan Qingfeng raised his eyelids and looked at him innocently, "Three Brother and I have the same blood in our bones. I am a humble servant, and Third Brother is

What is it? What are my mother and the others? What are the ancestors of the Beiming family?"

"Don't be so smart and talkative."

Bei Mingping narrowed his eyes and stared at Nan Qingfeng. He suddenly stretched out his hand and pinched Nan Qingfeng's neck.

"The people who used to only try to please us like dogs, now that Dongfang Chuye is backing them up, they are really hardened..."

The distance was very close and he was extremely fast. Nan Qingfeng reacted and tried to dodge, but he was still restrained by his throat.

Huo'er's expression changed drastically, and without even thinking, he took a step forward, knelt on the ground, and begged for mercy on Nan Qingfeng's behalf.

"Third Young Master! It's a slave who doesn't know what's right. He goes to the table and dines with his master at will. It has nothing to do with the young lady! Please be kind to the Third Young Master and let my young lady go!"

Bei Mingping didn't even look at Huo'er and kicked her away.

Although he was a playboy and indulgent, he was also a martial arts practitioner. This kick caused the blood of a sick and weak woman to boil, and a mouthful of blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth, causing her to faint.

"Bracelet..." Nan Qingfeng's pupils shrank, and the suffocating feeling in his throat surged again.

"Do you still have time to worry about others?" Bei Mingping stared at Nan Qingfeng with arrogant eyes, tightening his fingers continuously, "Have you ever thought about how long a blind Zhenbei King can't protect himself, and how long he can protect you?

?But when I hugged a clay Bodhisattva by chance, I felt like I was being protected and had no worries in my life, right?"

Nan Qingfeng felt that his throat was about to be cut off, and it hurt like a burning fire. Hearing this, a hint of panic gradually appeared on his face.

Seeing that she finally realized the seriousness of the consequences, Bei Mingping loosened his grip a little.

"If you are sensible, go over and kneel down now and beg Jing'er to forgive you, and then..."

"Ahem...how does the third brother know that the King of Zhenbei cannot protect himself? Is the third brother conspiring with others to plot against the King of Zhenbei?"

Nan Qingfeng opened her mouth to interrupt him, her eyes flashing brightly, showing no trace of fear or panic?

Panic flashed through Bei Mingping's eyes, "What are you talking about?"

Angry in his heart, he was about to tighten his fingers again, but Nan Qingfeng took the opportunity to bend his knees and hit him in the middle of the abdomen.

Bei Mingping grunted in pain, his body arched like a prawn, and Nan Qingfeng took the opportunity to escape.

Ignoring the pain in her neck, she quickly walked to Huo'er and helped her up, taking her pulse with one hand.

This girl's life was miserable, and the injuries on her body had only improved a little. At this moment, Bei Mingping kicked her again, which made it worse.

He took out an elixir from the tattoo without leaving any trace, and secretly drank it for Huo'er at an angle that Bei Mingping couldn't see.

"Beiming Qingfeng! You bastard, you force-fed Jing'er the secret medicine, and now..." Bei Mingping's skin exposed outside the bandage was extremely red, and he gasped angrily, "You dare to fight with me!

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"How dare I fight against Third Brother? It was Third Brother who injured my maid as soon as he entered the house, and even tried to kill me. I was just protecting myself..."

Nan Qingfeng settled the bracelet and stood up.

Her back was to Bei Mingping, and Bei Mingping could not see the coldness on her face.

"That's all your fault!"

Bei Mingping gritted his teeth and endured the pain, holding a hidden weapon in his hand with a strange light glowing on it.

Nan Qingfeng slowly turned around, raised his eyelids, and looked directly at him.

"You brought it upon yourself?" She sneered, "Yes, I brought it upon myself. I braved the fire and entered the wing, saved a dog, and now the dog owner bites me back and wants my life!"

Bei Mingping's hand that fired the concealed weapon froze, and his brows knitted together, "Wangcai was saved by Jing'er. You are full of lies and you still refuse to repent after so many years! It's really disgusting!"

Without saying anything, Nan Qingfeng stretched out his hand and rolled up his sleeves.

On his right arm, there was a burn as big as a fist.

In the past, Bei Ming Qingfeng was as timid as a mouse and extremely stupid. Bei Ming Jing'er couldn't smell the green tea and was robbed of her credit. But now, she is Nan Qingfeng.

This kind of thing will never happen again.

Bei Mingping looked at the burn scar and was stunned.

Wangcai was a dog given to him when his childhood sweetheart died of illness, and he was asked to raise it well, which had special meaning to him.

When he learned that Bei Mingjing'er saved Wangcai despite the fire, he secretly vowed to protect her and treat her well for the rest of his life.

But now...

"Impossible! Jing'er is kind-hearted by nature and won't lie to others! Who knows where you got injured and used it to deceive."

He was extremely agitated, and the itching on his face that had been suppressed by the medicine seemed to flare up again at this moment.

Nan Qingfeng ignored his hysteria and said, "Whatever you think, what happened today can be regarded as repaying the kindness of the sugar man in the past and written off."

"Sugar Man?"

Bei Mingping was stunned, his eyes were blank. He searched through his memory and couldn't find anything about Sugar Man.

Nan Qingfeng knew that he couldn't remember it.

After all, these brothers have been thinking about Bei Mingjing'er all these years.

In the book, when Bei Ming Qingfeng first arrived at the house, Bei Mingping took her out once. The candy man bought too much and gave her a bunch.

"From now on, you and I will never have any sworn ties, and there will be no more quarrels, no more offenses...each of us will do it according to his or her own abilities."