The president's wife is from the devil's sect

Thinking of something, Zhao Qingwu looked at Shen Fengchen's expression, and asked cautiously: "Well, if I ask for [-] million, can these fried chicken still be eaten?"

Shen Fengchen was speechless, and it took him a long time to wave his hand wearily: "Eat, eat, eat whatever you want!"

Zhao Qingwu cheered, picked up a chicken leg and gnawed it, his expression was countless times more satisfied than the Michelin three-star meal just now.

Yang Mian, who was already shocked and numb: "..."

Ms. Zhao, are you sure that what you have in your stomach is a stomach, not a black hole?

Zhao Qingwu's stomach is naturally not a black hole. After eating the daily food for two people and finishing a family bucket, the speed finally slowed down when attacking the second one.

Facing the complex gazes of Shen Fengchen and Yang Mian, she was eating vigorously when the door of the ward was suddenly pushed open, and a cynical voice came in: "Brother, I heard you vomited blood again?"

Shen Fengchen's face immediately sank.

Zhao Qingwu also took the time to look up from the family bucket, and saw that the person who came was a young man in his twenties, his facial features were four to five points similar to Shen Fengchen's, and he looked handsome, but he was not as expensive and extraordinary as Shen Fengchen. It was because there was an indescribable evil spirit all over his body, which forcibly lowered the style of that face a lot.

Zhao Qingwu saw his sloppy standing posture, pale complexion, and dark bags under the eyes, and knew that he was a licentious person. He immediately lost interest and took out a chicken leg from the family bucket again.

Yang Mian immediately got up and blocked the door, looking at the person who came by vigilantly: "Second Young Master, why are you here?"

Shen Jiaxing pushed him away without concealing the gloating in his voice: "I heard that my brother fell ill and his life was dying. How can the younger brother not come and see?"

As soon as Yang Mian moved away, Shen Jiaxing saw Zhao Qingwu sitting at the table eating chicken.

"Hey, this is my future sister-in-law, right? What's her name? Zhao Qingwu?" He said hello, his greasy eyes swept over Zhao Qingwu's outstanding face and curvy figure without makeup , A look of jealousy flashed in his eyes.

Why, why should all the good things belong to Shen Fengchen!
Even though he is paralyzed, weak and sick and may die at any time, Grandpa insists on letting him be the heir.

Even if he fell ill and vomited blood, and was in danger, he was rescued by luck again, and he could pick such a beautiful woman as his wife for nothing!

But seeing Zhao Qingwu's attire and the food on the table, Shen Jiaxing couldn't help squinting his eyes.

She is so pretty, but dressed so poorly, she is just like the information he got, she is a village girl who just came out of the mountains, she looks so beautiful holding a bucket of fried chicken, so if he just sends something , can you sleep in your hands by hooking your fingers?

Wearing a cuckold for Shen Fengchen or something, just think about it, it's super touching!

He made up his mind, pretending to be surprised and shouting loudly: "Brother, Miss Zhao is your fiancée after all, even if you don't like it, you can't send these junk food away!"

Shen Jiaxing raised his foot towards Zhao Qingwu while shouting, leaned against the table and made a self-styled poss: "Miss Zhao, quickly throw away these rubbish, my young master will take you to a French feast!"

With impure intentions, he leaned over and snatched the half-gnawed chicken leg from Zhao Qingwu's hand with one hand and threw it on the ground without looking at it. The other hand grabbed her slender waist maliciously, obviously intending to hug her. Take advantage of it in your arms.

"Shen Jiaxing, stop!" Shen Fengchen shouted angrily.

Shen Jiaxing sneered: "So what if I don't stop? Brother, can you still jump off the hospital bed to stop me?"

He knew that Shen Fengchen's legs and feet were inconvenient and unable to walk, so he deliberately poked his scar without any scruples.

Shen Fengchen sneered, and felt under the pillow with his palm, there would always be a gun under his pillow.

He couldn't jump off the ground, but it was enough to stop Shen Jiaxing and break his salty pig's hand!
But just as his hand touched the cold metal casing of the gun, he heard a scream like a pig-killing: "Ahhhh—"

Shen Fengchen turned his head abruptly, just in time to see Zhao Qingwu's beautiful and slender hand holding Shen Jiaxing's arm. It seemed that he didn't use much strength, but in the next second he lifted him up, and fell to the ground like a sack, uttering " "Bang" with a loud bang.

Shen Jiaxing's screams immediately went up another level, almost resounding throughout the building.

Shen Fengchen and Yang Mian stared dumbfounded at Zhao Qingwu's stepping on Shen Jiaxing's feet, and beat him with rounds of fists: "I let you grab my chicken leg! I only ate half of it! It's unforgivable! You grab it and throw it away." What does it mean? Waste of food, waste of meat, it should be beaten to death!"

She cursed and punched Shen Jiaxing, and within a few blows Shen Jiaxing's face was turned into a pig's head, and he passed out.

Shen Fengchen and Yang Mian stared blankly, their jaws almost dropped.

The little white rabbit is doing something like a muscular bear with his bare hands. They must be dazzled, right?

Yang Mian murmured to his CEO: "Although the Second Young Master deserves a good beating, it's true that Ms. Zhao beat him not because she wanted to take advantage of her, but because she threw a chicken leg at her? Is there something wrong? ?”

Shen Fengchen: "..." Don't ask him, he doesn't know either!

For a long time, Zhao Qingwu didn't intend to stop, but the doctors and nurses were attracted by the screams just now, and they knocked on the door of the ward: "Mr. Shen, are you okay?"

Only then did Shen Fengchen come back to his senses abruptly, and quickly signaled Yang Mian to step forward and drag Shen Jiaxing out.

Yang Mian rushed over excitedly, and shouted in panic: "Zhao, Miss Zhao, you won't beat the second young master to death, will you?"

Only then did Zhao Qingwu give up, without blushing or panting, raised his hand to smooth the broken hair that fell to his ears due to strenuous exercise, and said casually:
"No, it's just a broken arm and a slight concussion. I've beaten a lot of people, so I know it."

Hit too many people?Know what?
Both Shen Fengchen and Yang Mian were silent.

The knocking on the door became more and more urgent, and it was obvious that the people outside were already in a hurry.

Shen Fengchen wiped his face, adjusted Honkai's expression to the usual calm and calm, and then said in a deep voice: "Come in."

The door of the ward was pushed open suddenly, and a large group of doctors and nurses rushed in. Seeing a person lying in the middle of the room, his head and face were swollen like a pig's head, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead on the ground. They couldn't help asking in surprise:
"Who is this? What happened to him?"

Well, Zhao Qingwu is too strong, let alone doctors and nurses, I am afraid that Shen Jiaxing's own mother will not recognize that this is her son.

Shen Fengchen coughed lightly: "This is my younger brother Shen Jiaxing. He slipped and fell down just now, and his head hit the table, that's why this happened. You should take him to be treated quickly."

Doctors and nurses: I believe your evil, what angle did you fall on the table to get such cruel and uniform bruises and bloodstains!We all have professional medical knowledge, don't let me do it!

But seeing Shen Fengchen's indifferent and intimidating gaze, the doctors and nurses immediately said with interest: Well, you are the gold master and you are the biggest. If you say you fell, then you fell!