The personal soldier king of the beautiful president

Chapter 335 Does it hurt?

In the evening, Wang Chen did not attend Qin Qingxin's wedding banquet, but went directly back to Baihuawan.

Sitting on the sofa, Wang Chen drank slowly with a bottle of wine, looked at Duanmu Ruoshui and Jiang Xiner and asked, "You two don't like to attend banquets?"

"I used to like it, but I don't like it now." Jiang Xiner said with a deep look at Wang Chen.

In the past, I often participated in various banquets and dinners, but now I can't, I can't go to banquets casually, and I can't even walk around the streets casually.

Because there are many ancient warriors in Kyoto, if they see their shortcomings, they will probably be hunted down by the entire ancient martial arts world, so now Baihuawan is the safest place for me.

Duanmu Ruoshui did not speak. She often attended banquets when she was a child, but when she grew up, she basically seldom went out to attend those banquets.

Because there are too many flies, I am annoying myself!

"Why did you come back so quickly? There should be a dinner party?"

Jiang Xiner is very clear about the process of this kind of wedding banquet. It usually starts in the afternoon, and there is a dinner in the evening, and there will be various activities in the next two or three days. Wang Chen came back so early, which really makes people puzzled.

Wang Chen didn't answer Jiang Xiner, he sipped his wine, took out his cell phone from his pocket, checked the text messages on it, and kept sending text messages out.

After a while, Wang Chen casually threw the phone on the table, then went to the wine cabinet and took out a bottle of white wine.

Jiang Xin'er and Duanmu Ruoshui looked at Wang Chen's expression, and didn't talk to him. Instead, they watched the TV series for a while and then walked upstairs.

"Why are you a little restless?"

After Duanmu Ruoshui and the two girls went upstairs, Wang Chen took a gulp of white wine, then rubbed his temples with both hands and muttered.

Picking up the mobile phone on the table, carefully looking at every text message on it, and finding that there was nothing missing, Wang Chen became even more restless.

The current things are all within the controllable range, but there is always a feeling of uneasiness in his heart, as if something is going to happen, as if something is going to be lost, this feeling makes him almost collapse .

Taking a few deep breaths, Wang Chen tapped his fingers lightly on the table, screening all the people he knew and those who had a good relationship with him.

The final result is that they all have the ability to protect themselves and cope with everything, but what caused their uneasy feeling?
Forcibly suppressing the feeling in his heart, Wang Chen held his mobile phone, picked up the half bottle of white wine, and walked upstairs to the room.

Back in the room, Wang Chen took a cold shower, but he found that his body hadn't cooled down at all, instead it was getting hotter and hotter, as if something was burning him.

"Oh shit"

A punch hit the wall of the bathroom, and a big fist mark appeared on the wall.

After turning off the faucet, Wang Chen strode out. He put on his clothes and stood in front of the window, with a hint of anxiety in his eyes that he couldn't even notice.

Standing by the window and blowing the cold wind for about an hour, the uneasy feeling in his heart gradually disappeared, but Wang Chen's mood did not improve at all, but became more and more dignified.

Touching his chin, Wang Chen turned around and strode out of the villa.

His intuition had saved his life countless times, and he didn't believe that the feeling just now was just an illusion. Something must have happened, or something was about to happen.

Walking out of Baihuawan on foot, Wang Chen walked aimlessly on the street, his eyes kept looking around, as if he was searching for something.

While Wang Chen was searching for something aimlessly on the street, there were several luxurious sports cars parked outside an alley in Kyoto.

And in the alley, there were four young men and two women standing together, and their feet kept kicking at a little boy in the corner.

Being kicked by several people, the little boy didn't make a sound, she just curled up tightly, holding her head in her hands.

"Damn it, kick me hard, I'll be responsible if you kick to death."

The one who kicked the most was a 22-year-old young man. He was wearing an Armani suit and was handsome, but his expression was a little ferocious.

When the other people heard this, they couldn't help but increase the strength on their feet, but there was still a young man who said softly: "Young Master Ling, should you stop? This kid is wearing Western aristocratic clothes. Really kicked to death..."

"Don't talk nonsense, don't talk about Western nobles, even if the dragon comes, I have to let Lao Tzu take care of it now."

Ling Xing said coldly, the strength on his feet increased again...

The young man smiled wryly, this Ling Xing didn't know what was going on, he was actually frightened by a child.

After a while, Ling Xing seemed a little tired, he waved his hand and said, "Stand back a little bit."

When the other people heard Ling Xing's words, they all backed away.

And when they retreated, Ling Xing bent down and broke the child's hand, grabbed his dark hair, looked at the child's bruised and swollen face, and said coldly: "Little bastard, you know I don't know why I hit you?"

The little boy didn't speak, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his little hand, and looked at Ling Xing with those scarlet eyes, which made Ling Xing's bones shudder.

"I will dig out your eyes today."

Ling Xing smiled coldly, and punched the little boy's stomach. Immediately, the little boy spat out two mouthfuls of blood, and his eyes kept turning white.

Seeing the little boy's expression, Ling Xing laughed heartily, and stretched out his hand to goug the little boy's eyes.

Just when his hand was only an inch away from the little boy, the temperature in the whole alley seemed to drop to several hundred degrees below zero in an instant, making everyone shiver.

"You... dare to attack my son."

There was a sound of footsteps, and everyone turned their heads with stiff necks, and saw a western woman in a dark black dress walking towards the alley in small steps, followed by an old man behind her.

Looking at the woman, everyone swallowed involuntarily, and they didn't know whether they were scared by the woman or because of her beauty.

Ling Xing was a little startled at first, but finally seeing the evil smile in the woman's eyes, he said dissolutely: "This is your son?"

The woman ignored Ling Xing, only to see her shoulders tremble slightly, and the next moment she appeared in front of Ling Xing.

puff-

With a light flick of her finger, a silver thread suddenly flashed, like a sharp knife, directly cut off Ling Xing's hand grabbing the child's hair.

Reaching out to hold the little boy in her arms, the woman looked at the injury on the little boy's body and was angry like never before, but her tone was unusually gentle and asked the little boy: "Does it hurt?"

(End of this chapter)