President, your wife has slapped you in the face again.

"Feng Yin, aren't you kidding me?" Song Ziheng frowned, unable to believe that Feng Yin would say those words.

"You want me to vent your anger on your behalf, we will have plenty of opportunities in the future! To deal with Leng Yan, we need to have a long-term plan. If you let me do this, Leng Yan will not let you go."

Song Ziheng was already so angry that he was about to vomit blood, and he tried to persuade Feng Yin with kind words on his face.

Feng Yin smiled leisurely, looking at Song Ziheng like looking at a fool.

"Don't you know? My purpose has always been to cling to Leng Yan and get his care and help! All I want is for him not to let me go!"

"Feng Yin, you... are you willing to degenerate?" Song Ziheng looked heartbroken.

Feng Yin laughed even more recklessly. If she had the chance in the future, she would definitely tear off Song Ziheng's face with her own hands to see how thick it really is!

An emotional swindler who relied on women for his position, actually said that the woman he used was willing to degenerate?

"Song Ziheng, are you out of your mind? I choose Leng Yan to be willing to fall, so what if I choose you? Wouldn't I have fallen into the dust? You can't even match Leng Yan with a toe. Who gave you the courage? Let me give up Leng Yan and choose a soft rice man like you? Liang Jingru?"

Feng Yin's words, every punctuation mark is a thorny slap scraping off the flesh and repeatedly slapping Song Ziheng's face.

Song Ziheng was murderous at this moment.

But he was dragged by his unwilling self-esteem.

The more difficult a woman is, the more he wants to conquer her heart and her people.

"Feng Yin, you are in a daze now...you can't tell who is good to you and who is your nightmare!"

"Then what am I to her?"

At this moment, a cold and clear male voice resounded behind the two of them.

In a black suit, his body is tall and hidden, and his facial features are set off by his clean short hair, making him more three-dimensional and tough.The thin lips were pursed, not angry but mighty.

Leng Yan strode forward, Xiao Qi and Wei Changhe stood not far behind.

Song Ziheng shrank his neck obviously.

Feng Yin has been left in the Night Palace by Leng Yan for a year, and he has never had any direct contact with Leng Yan!

Only this time, Song Ziheng had the feeling of being instantly burned by the flames of hell.

Cold Flame is colder and more dangerous than it looks in the photo.

Feng Yin also had the expression of attending a memorial service at this moment.

kkk!She was bumped into by Leng Yan at the bathroom door with Song Ziheng... Could it be that she couldn't wash herself off even if she jumped into the Yellow River?
Has the point of transformation that took a lot of effort to pull back before liberation overnight?
The wind cried.

"Feng Yin, do you have any friends? Then I'll take my leave first." Seeing that the situation was not going well, Song Ziheng was about to slip away, which attracted Feng Yin's mocking laughter.

"Don't leave in a hurry! Didn't you keep saying that I was bullied at Leng's house, and you want to help me out? Young Master Leng is here, so just tell me if you have any dissatisfaction! Oh, yes, you just said that he What is mine? Is it a nightmare? You also said that I chose him to be a self-deprecating person! You won’t forget it so quickly!”

Feng Yin smiled and opened her mouth, and no matter what Leng Yan was thinking, Song Ziheng, who she hated first, looked for his teeth full of teeth before speaking.

Song Ziheng's face was as pale as paper, and cold sweat dripped faintly from his forehead.

Unexpectedly, Leng Yan chuckled indifferently, and turned his body towards Feng Yin, "Then do you believe what he said?"

This question came up, if you can't answer it well, it's a proposition.

Feng Yin also imitated him, answering with a half-hearted smile.

"Heh... How could someone Leng Shao likes so badly? Of course, I would send him a word: get lost!"