Chapter Seven Hundred and Ninety Fourth

The woman who was still under him just now fell to the ground, groaning in pain while clutching her stomach. There was a trace of red blood on the corner of her lips, which showed that this man was ruthless and ruthless.

"roll!"

The man's voice seemed to come from hell, and the woman on the ground was so frightened that she knew that she had surpassed herself, and that she was lucky to survive. How could she dare to be jealous!

She got up in a hurry, not even bothering to put on her clothes, and staggered and fled.

The man turned to look at the eyebrows and smiled and said: "Don't be afraid, as long as you are obedient, I will definitely treat you well. What's your name?"

Xiao Se hurriedly said, "She's my friend. It doesn't matter what her name is."

After he finished speaking, he dragged his brows and walked towards the fence, but they couldn't move. At some point in the man's hand, there was a thin leather whip that wrapped around their waists, no matter how hard they tried. All motionless.

Xiao Se's face was blue with anger, he pulled out a dagger with a cold light, and wanted to cut the leather whip, but he didn't know what material the leather whip was made of.

The man seemed to be teasing puppies. He just looked at them with a playful expression on his face, and shouted sullenly, "What do you want to do? My mother is Feng Haitang, this is my home, what are you doing in my home?"

The man snorted coldly, "If your mother wasn't Feng Haitang, do you think you could still stand upright when you talked to me with such an attitude?"

Rao is bleak and not afraid, but she was also chilled by the coldness of this man. For the first time, she panicked and felt timid. Looking at this man's appearance, she was so arrogant when she heard her mother's name. It seems that this man's background is definitely not small.

Xiao Se is young and doesn't usually have much contact with those people in the circle, so she doesn't know the man in front of her, nor does she know his horror.

She couldn't get rid of the whip for a long time, and suddenly became anxious. She didn't care, but the eyebrows were brought by her, and there must be no accident. She gritted her teeth and planned to fight this man recklessly.

Mei Mei tugged at the hem of her clothes and shook her head slightly to tell her not to act rashly. She shouted to the man, "I am Zhao Huaishan's granddaughter Zhao Mei. My grandfather stipulated that I must go home before nine o'clock in the evening, and I will be there soon. It's time, please, uncle, stop joking with us!"

The man's eyes flashed with interest again, how could Zhao Huaishan, the old man, give birth to such a beautiful granddaughter? The Zhao family has been quite proud these years, and has become the confidant of the big boss, but so what?

He doesn't even care about the big boss, let alone a mere Zhao family?

"I don't like people calling me uncle. Do I look old?"

The man's face suddenly sank, the former kindness disappeared, his eyes became sharp, his eyebrows and bleak trembled, and he subconsciously wanted to retreat, but his body was wrapped tightly by the leather whip, and he retreated half a step. No.

The man snorted coldly, his hand shook slightly, and the two of them involuntarily took a few steps forward, only less than half a meter away from the man, and the desire in the man's eyes was undisguised.

The eyebrows sank to the bottom, what is the origin of this man? She has revealed her identity, but the man still refuses to let go, which shows that he does not take the Zhao family seriously.