He's Actually A Sexy Girl? I Erected!

Tang Feng stayed at Ouyang Yushan's mansion for a while, and then left in a hurry with Mao Anyi.

He really couldn't stand the way Ouyang Yushan looked at him, which revealed a sense of gratitude, dependence, and even infatuation.

If it weren't for the fact that the other party was already seventy or eighty years old and already at an age where he was powerless, he would have really suspected that the big boss had something wrong with him.

Ouyang Yushan originally wanted to drag him to have a long chat all night long, but he declined.

But he still sent the two of them out of the door personally.

Until their car disappeared around the corner, you could still see him waving goodbye in the rearview mirror.

"call……"

Tang Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing his frightened look, Mao Anyi couldn't help covering her mouth and snickering, "I think Mr. Ouyang is very kind to you, why don't you appreciate it at all?"

"It's because he's so nice to me that he makes me feel uncomfortable." Tang Feng complained as he drove.

"I didn't expect you to be a bitch too. Isn't it okay to be too nice to you? Do I have to treat you coldly?" Mao Anyi covered her mouth again and chuckled.

"What do you mean 'ye'? What do you mean, you are also a bitch? It seems that I was too kind to you before, and now I will beat you three times a day." Tang Feng glanced back at her, with that beautiful face It's even more charming in the night.

"Are you going to hit a woman? Be careful, I will post it on the Internet and gather female compatriots to violently attack you." Mao Anyi bared her little tiger teeth and waved her little fist at him.

Tang Feng couldn't help but shudder, "Female compatriots, you can't afford to offend me. I have decided to change my past and be a new person. I will never do domestic violence."

Mao Anyi heard what he said before was quite good, but when she heard the next sentence, her pretty face suddenly turned red, "What are you talking about? What do you mean by never domestic violence?"

A smirk flashed across Tang Feng's face, "What's wrong? Did I say something wrong? Do you think I deserve domestic violence?"

"Who said you should be experiencing domestic violence?" Mao Anyi suddenly became anxious.

"Then do you think I should be subjected to domestic violence or should I not be subjected to domestic violence?"

"I……"

Mao Anyi's little brain was suddenly exhausted. She tilted her head and thought for a long time before she figured out the key point, "This is not a question of whether you should be domestically violent, but... whether you are domestically violent or not, follow me." It doesn’t matter, I’m not your wife.”

Tang Feng looked at her in surprise, "When did I say you were my wife?"

Mao Anyi was immediately embarrassed, "But you just said clearly..."

"I said I would never do domestic violence in the future. Is there any problem?"

Tang Feng looked at her with a smile, "Oh, I understand, you have assumed the role of my wife, right?"

"You don't think I have anything wrong with you, do you? No?"

Mao Anyi didn't expect that he would be so shameless and hit him with a rake, and he was stunned.

"Ouch……"

Just when Mao Anyi was thinking about how to fight back, there was a sudden throbbing pain in her lower abdomen. His face immediately turned pale with pain, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

"Gah..."

Tang Feng quickly stopped the car and reached out to grab her wrist.

"What are you doing?" Mao Anyi subconsciously retracted her hand.

"do not move!"

Tang Feng suddenly shouted, which frightened Mao Anyi so much that she didn't dare to speak anymore.

"The feeling of emptiness when pressed with the right ruler is a sign that both qi and blood have escaped from the severe cold. If the string is tight or astringent, the yang and yin fire will also die..."

While feeling his pulse, he muttered words that Mao Anyi couldn't understand.

"What do you mean?" Mao Anyi had broken out in a layer of sweat, her lower abdomen hurt like a knife, and she was trembling even as she spoke.

"To put it bluntly, it's a cold palace. As the saying goes, all kinds of diseases are caused by a cold palace. Every time you come to visit my aunt, you should be in agony, unable to sit or lie down. Your hands and feet are also cold, and your breasts..."

"you're right."

Mao Anyi heard what he said becoming more and more embarrassing, and she hurriedly blushed and nodded, "Then what should I do now?"

When she asked, Tang Feng had already taken out the silver needle, "I will use the silver needle to relieve your pain first, and then I will prescribe you some medicine. You go back and take it slowly..."

Mao Anyi listened very carefully, for fear of missing a sentence.

Perhaps it was an illusion, but she saw golden light emerging from Tang Feng's body, like a living Bodhisattva rescuing those in distress.

Just when she was extremely moved, she heard the Living Bodhisattva suddenly say, "Take off your clothes first."

"Ah?" Mao Anyi was stunned for a moment, not understanding what he meant.

"I want to help you use a needle. How can I use it through my clothes?" Tang Feng held a silver needle and looked at her with a smile.

Mao Anyi was suddenly dumbfounded.

She was wearing a dress. If she wanted to take it off, she would have to take it off completely. Wouldn't that be...

"Can't you do it through clothes?" She looked at him pitifully.

"No." Tang Feng shook his head firmly, seeing that she was still hesitating, "Don't worry, doctors are parents. What bad intentions can I have? Isn't it just to treat you?"

Mao Anyi is still engaged in a fierce ideological struggle.

Tang Feng was not in a hurry and kept waiting there.

At this moment, a black van suddenly rushed out of the intersection ahead.

Stopped less than a meter away from the Ferrari.

Immediately afterwards, the door of the van opened, and a group of strong men armed with sticks and machetes rushed out from above.

Tang Feng's expression suddenly changed, and he immediately started the car, trying to reverse and escape.

"Gah..."

At this time, a van rushed up from behind, blocking his retreat. A group of men in black also rushed out of the van.

Mao Anyi's already pale cheeks were so frightened that she lost all color, "Tang Feng, who are they?"

At this time, the Ferrari F8 had been surrounded by a group of men in black, and it was estimated that there were at least forty people.

"It's okay. You stay in the car. No matter what happens, don't get out of the car. I'll go down and take a look." Tang Feng said calmly and unbuckled his seat belt.

"Tang Feng, don't be impulsive. Should we call the police?"

Mao Anyi grabbed his hand tightly with a pleading look on her face.