Super Special Forces King

Chapter 1039

Hu Xinting stood pretty in front of Zhang Feng, she had turned around, the smile on her face was still as gentle and clear as before.

But Zhang Feng could see the slight bitterness in her smile.

"Am I beautiful?" Hu Xinting asked softly. Perhaps the temperature of the air conditioner in the room was a little low, perhaps for other reasons. There were small bumps on her white skin, but she still showed her carcass.

is it nice?

Of course it is beautiful. Hu Xinting's beauty is not amazing at first sight, but slowly you will become intoxicated.

Zhang Feng nodded, stood up slowly, walked in front of her, but did not touch her body, but slowly picked up the clothes that fell on her feet and put them on his shoulders again. Help her wrap.

"Did you say you are getting married? With whom? When?" Zhang Feng asked indifferently, as if he was asking a good friend or someone unrelated, but only he knew it and heard Hu Xinting. When I said three words to get married, my heart was cramped.

When I saw Hu Xinting that year, I realized that there were still two words for beauty in the world.

Silent tears slipped from the corner of Hu Xinting's eyes, brushed her cheeks, and fell on Zhang Feng's hand to help her dress.

Tears are cold, cold and cold.

"I want to give my first time to someone I really love. I thought I didn't have this chance." Hu Xinting pulled Zhang Feng's hand away, shook off the coat hanging on her shoulder again, and then spread her upper arms. He stayed on Zhang Feng's waist and slowly put his head on his chest.

"You know I love you, and I know you love me. I'm sorry, you know I can't decide." Hu Xinting cried quietly.

Everyone knew that she was born with a golden spoon in her mouth, but they didn't know that the big family also meant a yoke that kept her firmly in check. The seeming freedom is actually only within the delineated range.

The canary can still fly, but it will always fly out of the cage. No matter how nice the chirping is, who knows what she is talking about? Who cares?

Zhang Feng did not speak any more, do I need to say anything at this time?

He carried the woman in his arms sideways and walked to the bed... It started to rain outside the window, and the raindrops hit the window.

Inside the house... the rain hit Basho, it was drunk, everything was messed up...

(Indescribable, the author is artificially harmonious...)

Zhang Feng sat on the bed, lit a cigarette, and slowly smoked, frowning a little.

"For what?"

Hu Xinting also got his head out of the quilt, with a little tiredness on his face, "What else? All the marriages between families."

Just like that, Zhang Feng spoke for a while and said what she wanted her to do. Hu Xinting was surprised at first and disagreed, but in the end she agreed.

She didn't ask who exactly the person she was going to get married, nor did she ask when the wedding would take place, because it was not very important.

Hu Xinting didn't stay long. Although she was very tired and sleepy and wanted to have a good night's sleep next to Zhang Feng, she still got up from the bed. What should have happened has already happened, and naturally there is nothing to avoid, so he can show off his impressive figure openly.

After wrapping her clothes again, Hu Xinting left, except for her smell in the room, as if she had never been here before.

Zhang Feng's brows stretched out, and the corners of his mouth curled up with a sneer.

Does he care if Hu Xinting wants to get married? how is this possible! If Hu Xinting doesn't love herself, it's understandable. After all, it is a matter of consensualism, and the twisted melon is not sweet. But it is obviously not right now. Although Hu Xinting said that the marriage between the two families was easy, there was a lot of helplessness in her voice.

That being the case, for a man like Zhang Feng who is extremely possessive, how can he allow his own woman to marry other people, and she is not willing to marry.

He took the phone out of his pocket and dialed the old beggar's number.

As soon as the phone was connected, it sounded like, "Little bastard, I haven't found time to find you yet, but you took the initiative to call me, just because I have something to ask you."

"I know what you want to ask me." Zhang Feng said lightly. Even if Zhuo Chaoyun, Yun Qian and others went abroad, even if they didn't tell the old beggar, the latter would definitely know it. He cultivated people himself. And Chen Wanru also asked myself what should I do if the old beggar asked, Zhang Feng's answer was to tell the truth, no need to hide it.

"I asked you why you want to send them abroad. Is there any danger in the military area compound?" the old beggar asked.

I am not sure. They seem to be safe, but there are many loopholes in the defense, and I can't make any mistakes, so it is better to send them out of the country and protect them personally, so that I am more at ease. "Zhang Feng said truthfully. In the military district compound, although there are sentries on duty, all the first three bullets in the sentry guns are empty packs for firing warnings, and the amount of live ammunition is very limited, so it can The combat power formed is limited. If he can put his home in the military area, Zhang Feng is relieved, but it is obviously impossible.

The old beggar grasped the point of the question, "You said to protect them yourself, but why have you never been out? Don’t tell me you want to take a vacation when you come down. Tell me, what do you want to do? Xiaofeng, let me tell you. Don't do anything wrong, otherwise I just want to report you and I won't be able to do it."

"Don't worry, what can I do now? It's nothing more than using myself as a bait to attract the killers so that they can settle down there as soon as possible." Zhang Feng said half-truth. He did stay in Kyoto to attract all the killers, but it was uncertain whether he had any other purpose.

The old beggar was half-believing, and still told: "You better listen to me, and I am very satisfied with your action this time. Also, Tom's slapped, I will prepare a recipe for you, and send it later. Give you."

What surprised Zhang Feng was not that he was satisfied or dissatisfied, but that Tom was stunned. He had been coveting the formula of the medicine for a long time.

"Can you determine the accuracy of the pharmaceutical formulation?"

"All have been rigorously tested, but the side effects are a bit different. In addition to the drowsiness and weakness you mentioned, there are other side effects, which are fundamental damage to the human body, and it will be damaged as the number of times increases. The proportion will get bigger and bigger." The old beggar said truthfully.

Zhang Feng nodded slightly, and if so, the value of this medicine is definitely not measurable by money.

In other words, in front of the threat of death? To live five years less or die on the spot, which one to choose? Anyone who has no problem with his head can make the right choice.