Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

"Bang" Gu Yan raised his foot and kicked him.

Yao Shengba's body, like a kite with a broken string, fell to the side and hit the wall! Blood flowed all over the floor.

"Dad." Seeing this, Yao Rong stretched out her hand to block it, but it was too late. She fell to the side, her beautiful eyes looked at Gu Yan with hatred, and when she reached out to pick up the iron bar, Gu Yan raised his foot and stepped on the back of her hand.

"You, go to hell." Gu Yan said viciously, aiming his weapon at her again. At this moment, a luxury car drove by, and Feng Tianjing turned her head to look out the window.

"Stop." Feng Tianjing glanced at this scene, she said to the bodyguard, opened the car door and ran over here, and saw this scene.

She threw the phone forward without thinking.

"Bang" The phone hit Gu Yan's face, and blood splattered from one eye, dripping down his cheek. Gu Yan retreated in pain, and the weapon missed and hit his own foot.

"Ah." Gu Yan screamed and hit the wall. He covered his right eye with his hand. Blood kept oozing out, blurring his vision. His foot was also hit by a weapon. Seeing this, Yao Rong climbed up, reached out to pick up the iron rod, and swung it at his head. "Ah." Gu Yan hadn't reacted yet, and was hit by her. He fell to the ground and fainted. She dropped the iron rod and turned around. She saw Feng Tianjing coming with a blanket on her shoulders. She looked at her, squatted down, looked at Yao Shengba, and hurriedly shouted: "Send him to the hospital." "Yes." The bodyguard listened, stepped forward and carried Yao Shengba away, but blood dripped all the way, bright red, like a "feast" in the afternoon. "Yao Rong." When Feng Tianjing turned around, she saw Yao Rong walking forward, his body falling to one side, covered in blood, and it was hard to tell whether it was hers or someone else's. "Dad." Yao Rong whispered in a low voice before he fainted, his brows furrowed. Feng Tianjing pulled off the blanket on her shoulders, wrapped it around Yao Rong, and stood up with her in her arms, struggling to walk out.

A white shadow flashed and appeared in front of her. Feng Tianjing saw him, raised her foot and kicked him, gritting her teeth and cursing: "Wen Shui, get out of here."

Wen Shui kicked him, and he retreated, covering his leg. Seeing her hugging someone, he said unhappily: "Who are you hugging? You are my woman, you can only hug me."

"Get out." Feng Tianjing listened and really wanted to raise her hand to slap him.

Wen Shui glanced at him, and when he saw Yao Rong, he looked at the blood on the ground in surprise, stretched out his hand to lift the blanket, and said: "I am here, you follow me."

He stretched out his hand to hug Yao Rong, turned around and strode away. Seeing this, Feng Tianjing hurriedly followed.

Not far away, turning the corner, it was the club. Wen Shui carried Yao Rong through the back door and came to the VIP box. He reached out and touched her face, saying, "The injury is not light, this..." As soon as he finished speaking, his fingertips brushed across Yao Rong's wrist, and the whole person was like being acupunctured, and stiffened in place. "Wen Shui, save her." Feng Tianjing pushed him anxiously, not for anything else, just relying on Yao Rong's kindness to Gu Chuyan, just for this reason, he had to save her. Wen Shui looked up in surprise, looked at her and said, "Ben, Ben... has never seen a pregnant woman." "What?" Feng Tianjing listened, a little angry and grabbed him, suddenly reacted, looked at him in surprise, and said, "Pregnant woman, is she pregnant?" Wen Shui touched her head, Feng Tianjing lowered her eyes, and looked at Yao Rong lying on the soft bed, the white sheets stained red with blood. The blood on her body was someone else's! But the blood under her body was her own. "Miscarriage?" Feng Tianjing saw this and dragged Wen Shui forward, pointing at Yao Rong and said, "Stupid, save her, do you hear me?"