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The subordinate who made the attack turned his head away, not daring to look at it.

But Fengyao watched Qian Yumeng struggling on the ground indifferently and gracefully.

Qian Yumeng almost walked around in hell before he slowly became conscious.

When he saw the face of the person in front of him clearly, he suddenly became angry, struggling with the remaining strength, trying to make a sound.

Feng Yao snapped his fingers, and the man in black took the thing out of his mouth.

Qian Yumeng retched for a long time, and almost vomited out his internal organs, with tears streaming down his face, he was in a terrible embarrassment.

It was the complete opposite of the previous him who was aloof and looked like an old pedant.

The retching finally stopped, Qian Yumeng glared angrily at Feng Yao and said, "I knew you were not a simple person! Who are you? Why are you lurking beside Yang Qi? What is your purpose?"

Feng Yao slowly lifted up the chair, patted the ashes and sat down, then looked lazily at Qian Yumeng, "Do you think I'm as shameless as you?"

"Hehe, you also came here for the virus experiment, right? Our purpose is the same, so you don't have to make yourself so noble!" Qian Yumeng said disdainfully, "Also, I advise you, let me go quickly. When you touched me, didn't you think about who was behind me?"

"Do you know what happened to the last person who was so arrogant in front of me?" Feng Yao said calmly with a wicked smile.

Qian Yumeng stared at her, in his opinion, she was just a woman, what could she do!
And he has always felt that a beautiful woman is just a vase, which is not useful, and there is no need to guard against it, so he doesn't take Feng Yao seriously at all.

"The grass on the grave is about two meters." Feng Yao laughed, as if it was a very interesting thing.

"I don't care who you are today! Let me go quickly! Otherwise, I won't let it go!" Qian Yumeng obviously didn't want to talk nonsense.

He still has very important things to do now, so he has no time to entangle with this woman who came out of nowhere.

Feng Yao really can't bear to see someone so superior in front of him.

An eyesore.

She snapped her fingers, and the man in black delivered a box of things.

Feng Yao patted the box and said, "Do you know what's in it?"

"Stop playing tricks! If you don't want to die, let me go!" Qian Yumeng is really used to being arrogant.

Over the years, he has relied on the power behind him to do whatever he wants in the academic circle, occupying other people's research success everywhere, and even doing some illegal research.

Those who were bullied by him dared to be angry but did not dare to speak out, after all, no one could afford to offend the forces behind him.

The status of a person who can spend huge sums of money to let him conduct virus experiments is naturally not simple.

There are rumors that it is related to the J side.

Of course, this matter has not been proved, and the forces behind him have never come forward.

Feng Yao ignored his yelling at all, opened the box, and took out the contents one by one.

That's... instruments of torture!
Qian Yumeng's eyes widened, and he looked at her in disbelief, "You, you... what are you going to do!"

"Very good, you finally feel something, right?" Feng Yao smiled skillfully, took out one of the electric soldering irons, plugged it in and played it in front of his face, and said, "This thing can change several heads, The kind that has all kinds of English letters. I imagine what kind of words should be burned on your face? SB? ah."

"You're crazy! Don't threaten me! If you touch me, the people behind me won't let you go!"

Although Qian Yumeng was still arguing, he lacked confidence after all.

"Forget it, children only do multiple-choice questions, I want them all! I want to burn all the curse words I know on you." Feng Yao did as he said, took some letters with tweezers and put them on the computer After getting on the iron, he looked at Qian Yumeng with a smile, "Where do you want to start first? Forehead? Face? Or body?"

Qian Yumeng's eyes widened in horror, "Crazy! Who are you? What are you going to do to catch me?!"

"Of course it's to settle accounts with you." Feng Yao's beautiful eyes narrowed, and a dangerous light flashed through his eyes, "Where do you want to start? You tricked Yang Qi into the laboratory and used medicine as a belief to confuse him. Are you doing virus research? Or did you kill his parents by means, and lied that the experiment failed and he died of infection? You didn’t even let Yang Qi see his parents for the last time, and directly destroyed their remains? "

Feng Yao didn't say a single thing, but his eyes became somewhat cruel.

Qian Yumeng subconsciously wanted to deny it, "You're talking nonsense! I don't know what you're talking about! Yang Lifu and I have been friends for many years, how could I harm him! You woman is talking nonsense!"

When he was still about to argue, she saw Feng Yao coming over with a red-hot soldering iron.

Just as Qian Yumeng wanted to resist, the next moment the soldering iron landed neatly on his forehead.

It is an abbreviation of two English letters, S and B.

There was a sizzling sound in the air, accompanied by the smell of burnt meat.

The next moment Qian Yumeng screamed heart-piercingly, his voice was already hoarse after hesitation, and even his screams became particularly unpleasant.

Feng Yao felt that his ears were polluted, so he ordered, "It's so loud, shut his mouth!"

The thing that blocked Qian Yumeng's mouth just now was stuffed into his mouth again, making him unable to utter a sound, even though his whole body twitched in pain.

Feng Yao felt a little quieter, and then his beautiful eyebrows stretched out. He took off the used Luotie and replaced it with a new one.

Under Qian Yumeng's horrified eyes, she changed Luotie several times.

And Qian Yumeng was also so painful that he passed out several times, but finally he was woken up again, as if tormented.

By the end he was convulsed with pain and foaming at the mouth.

Feng Yao probably felt tired from playing. After all, he didn't twitch anymore, so he threw away his things because it was boring.

The subordinate immediately sent a disinfectant wipe, she slowly wiped her slender fingers, and said lazily, "This account should have been settled with you earlier, but unfortunately the person behind you is hiding too deep, I have not caught it , but now I am reactive and active, I don’t believe that you are in my hands, and the people behind you can still stand still, I will just wait for them to come to your door obediently!”

Qian Yumeng's eyes began to turn white, and there was only a faint trace of breath left, and he spoke weakly, "Who the hell are you... If you are for that virus, I can share the results with you... as long as you let me go. "

Feng Yao looked at him with a slight smile, "You and I are not the same kind of people, you have to figure this out, stay here honestly, and wait for some day when I'm in a bad mood, and then I'll deal with you."

After finishing speaking, she got up, stretched her waist and ordered, "Show me the man, don't kill him, you will have a hard time if I don't have to play."

"Yes, master." A group of men in black replied respectfully.

Only then did Feng Yao leave here slowly, and then went back to the manor through the vineyard.

The wanton look on her face also disappeared at this moment, and changed into a cute and gentle look in her clothes.

At this moment, she is Feng Ying, not that Feng Yao who is all over the world and harming people.

The sky had already darkened, and the lights of the manor were on in front, like a guiding lighthouse, guiding Fengying the way ahead.

She took the fruit basket handed over by her subordinates, which was already filled with the best-looking grapes.

Feng Ying tasted one, and the sweet taste spread in her mouth, making her narrow her eyes unconsciously, as if enjoying it.

"I don't know if brother Qi will come back today." After Feng Ying muttered, he twisted the basket and went back to the manor.

Before they left the vineyard, they heard footsteps coming from the front, as well as the voice of Butler Zhou talking.

"Miss Feng has been in the orchard for a while, but you don't need to be so anxious, young master. She won't disappear. Maybe she is too happy to eat grapes and forgets the time. You also know that she likes grapes very much."

Yang Qi is back.

Feng Ying's eyebrows were instantly filled with joy, and he hurried to the source of the sound.

Probably because he was walking too fast, he was caught on the skirt by the hook of the grape trellis.

Shazhi's skirt was scratched in an instant, making the sound of cloth being broken.

Feng Ying felt her heart was broken, she looked down at the hem of the skirt, "This is a skirt given to me by brother Qi, I like it so much, why did it get scratched?"

Feng Ying was so distressed that he read a few words in his mouth.

Yang Qi seemed to have heard her voice, and went into the vineyard to look for her.

When he saw Feng Ying, he immediately strode over and called, "Feng Ying."

"En." Feng Ying responded, seemingly aggrieved.

Yang Qi asked worriedly, "What's wrong?"

"My skirt was scratched." Feng Ying pointed at the hem of her skirt and said aggrievedly.

There was a hole in the skirt, but it wasn't a big deal.

It was her aggrieved look that made Yang Qi want to laugh, "It's just a skirt, if it breaks it will break, it doesn't matter."

"But you bought this skirt for me." Feng Ying said seriously.

Because he bought it, she cared a lot, and that's why she felt so uncomfortable.

Yang Qi was defeated by her cute idea, he knelt down to look at the extent of the damage to the skirt, then looked up at her and said, "I can take care of this, let's go back first, it's already dark, it's a bit cold, don't I have a cold."

"You can solve it? How do you solve it?" Feng Ying was a little dubious.

"I can sew up." Yang Qi got up and took the fruit basket in her hand, and took her hand and walked out, "Don't forget, I can sew up wounds, I can sew up human skin, and even Besides, it's just a skirt."

What kind of weird theory is this?
Suturing wounds is a different matter from sewing clothes, right?
But... his suturing skills are very beautiful, Feng Ying is very clear about this.

When the two of them went out to see the vineyard, Steward Zhou was still muttering, "Miss Feng, you spent another afternoon playing around in the vineyard. This is the first time I have seen someone who likes to eat grapes so much. No wonder Miss Feng's skin is so soft. Well, it can be broken by blowing a bomb."

Feng Ying was already used to Zhou's steward praising her actions whenever she had the chance, and accepted it humbly.

Back at the manor, Yang Qi asked Steward Zhou to find a sewing box, he wanted to mend Feng Ying's skirt.

Steward Zhou almost didn't fall down, "Sewing clothes? Young master, your hands are used to sew up wounds. You are too talented for sewing clothes! Leave it to me, and I'll just find a tailor!"

"No, I'll come by myself, you just go get it." Yang Qi was very insistent.

Steward Zhou originally wanted to say something, but seeing how the two of them were glued to each other, he reckoned that this was a love affair between young lovers.

Young master, this ten thousand year old iron tree rarely blooms, he can flirt with girls and please women, so he will stop being a stumbling block and happily go to fetch the sewing box for Yang Qi.

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Off topic

I have a bold idea...

I want to see Steward Zhou's broken faith.

After all, he firmly believes that Miss Feng is a super kind little angel.