The personal master of the stunning president

Chapter 29 Fighting is kissing, scolding is love

"Ah..." It's just that after seeing Han Yueying lying there face up, her black eyes wide open and looking at herself, Ren Lengfeng is the king of mercenaries who is used to life and death, but at this moment He couldn't help but feel a guilty conscience of being caught doing something bad, and subconsciously let out a strange cry.

"What do you want to do?" Han Yueying looked at Leng Feng coldly.

"You are my wife, so I naturally want to care about you. I want to see if you have covered yourself with the quilt." Leng Feng, who quickly calmed down, said boldly.

"That's good." Han Yueying nodded, and took out the hand that had been under the pillow.

"What are you doing?" Seeing that Han Yueying was holding a gleaming fruit knife, Leng Feng couldn't help shrinking his neck.

"It's nothing." Han Yueying smiled, holding the knife and doing a few chopping movements: "This knife is for self-defense. If anyone dares to bully me while I am asleep, I will let him Can't be a man."

Leng Feng only felt a chill coming from between his legs, subconsciously covered his shorts, and lay down again with a resentful expression on his face.

Leng Feng snored quickly, but Han Yueying couldn't fall asleep anyway, thinking that from today onwards, she would fight Leng Feng's wits and courage in this position, the resentment in her big watery eyes could almost overflow.

When she woke up the next morning, Han Yueying was still soundly asleep. Leng Feng walked to the bed and looked at Han Yueying's sleeping position.

Han Yueying's sleeping face was particularly sweet, and her long eyelashes played a finishing touch, bringing out her tranquility and gentleness.

Leng Feng stared blankly for a long time, then shook his head, got rid of the thought of kissing Han Yueying, and went straight out of the bedroom to wash up.

The moment Leng Feng gently closed the bedroom door, Han Yueying opened her eyes: "Hmph, you bastard is wise, otherwise, I will definitely make you unable to be a man."

"No..." Thinking that Leng Feng was going to wash up, Han Yueying couldn't help turning pale, and jumped up from the bed as if she had been electrocuted.

When I was taking a shower yesterday, I was always thinking about how to guard against Leng Feng. Feeling a bit out of control, I left all the changed underwear in the bathroom. What are you doing with those clothes?

"Leng Feng, if you dare to touch my clothes, I will definitely cut you, I will." With an angry scream on her face, Han Yueying almost didn't even have time to put on her shoes, and rushed out of the bedroom like lightning.

"This is..." As soon as he entered the washroom, Leng Feng opened his eyes wide in surprise when he saw the colorful clothes on the washstand.

Amitabha, Amitabha, after chanting Amitabha several times, Leng Feng restrained the urge to pick up the underwear to admire, but in the process of washing, he couldn't help looking at the pile of clothes, thinking Li also fantasized about Han Yueying's sexy and provocative appearance in these clothes.

"Leng Feng, I'm going to kill you." Just as Leng Feng was dreaming, the barefooted Han Yueying rushed into the bathroom like a tigress.

"Hey, I didn't do anything bad, why are you going to kill me?" Leng Feng was shocked, and quickly stood against the wall, looking at Han Yueying innocently.

Han Yueying subconsciously turned her head to look at the pile of colorful clothes. After seeing that she hadn't been moved, she couldn't help venting her aura.

Only then did Leng Feng understand why Han Yueying was violent, and while secretly thanking herself for controlling herself, she looked at Han Yueying innocently.

"You bastard, although I didn't touch my clothes, you must have thought about it. I must kill you." Han Yueying gnashed her teeth and rushed towards Leng Feng.

It was only then that Leng Feng realized that reasoning with Han Yueying, who was in a violent state, was no different from seeking skin from a tiger. After making a strange cry, he turned his head and ran away.

"I'll see where you are going." Han Yueying looked at Leng Feng's fleeing figure, and felt that her judgment was correct. This bastard just looked at his clothes while washing and fancied, so naturally he would not let Leng Feng go. , chasing after him angrily.

When passing by the tool room, Han Yueying sneered, picked up a mop, thought for a while, put the mop aside, picked up another broom, and put the broom away when she felt that the damage was not enough. on the side.

"Bastard..." Cursing viciously, Han Yueying's eyes fell on the baseball bat hanging on the wall, and after an evil smile, she picked up the baseball bat.

Leng Feng had already fled to the living room, panting heavily there, but when he saw Han Yueying rushing towards him with a baseball bat in his hands, he let out a strange cry, opened the door and ran out.

"What's the matter!" When Han Yueying was about to chase after him, Han Xiaotian poked his head out from the second floor, and after seeing the baseball bat in Han Yueying's hand, he said with a serious face: "Yueying, take it!" What is this for?"

"Dad..." Han Yueying subconsciously hid the baseball bat behind her back, and smiled: "Isn't today Saturday, Leng Feng and I are going to play baseball."

Leaving those words behind, Han Yueying didn't wait for Han Xiaotian to say anything, and went out murderously, looking for Leng Feng's shadow.

"Bastard, you're actually hiding here." When she saw Leng Feng poking her head out from behind a tree, Han Yueying rushed over.

"Honey, I really didn't do anything." Leng Feng knew that if he ran away blindly and didn't let Han Yueying vent his anger, he would definitely not be able to pass this level, so he didn't run away again, but made a move. He raised his hands in surrender, and looked at Han Yueying with aggrieved expression.

"Then tell me, have you thought about it?" Han Yueying continued to approach Leng Feng with a grinning face.

"I..." Leng Feng naturally wanted to deny it.

"If you think about it but dare not admit it, then you are not a man." Han Yueying naturally knew the little Jiujiu in Leng Feng's heart, and said with a cold face.

"Wife, look, the ground is so dirty, you actually go out with bare feet, if you get hurt, I will feel bad." Under Han Yueying's gaze, which seemed to be able to examine her own heart, Leng Feng sweated a little on his forehead , but after seeing Han Yueying's bare feet, she said something flattering.

"Be honest about your problem, otherwise, this matter will never end." Han Yueying snorted coldly, not being fooled by Leng Feng at all.

"Honey, I will really feel bad." But at this moment, Leng Feng hugged Han Yueying: "Even if you want to confess, wait until I carry you back and put on your shoes."

"You bastard." Sensing that Leng Feng dared to hug her, Han Yueying struggled violently again: "Let go of me."

"Ah..." Leng Feng let out a scream at this moment, and dense beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

"What's wrong with you?" Han Yueying was stunned, stopped struggling, and looked at Leng Feng suspiciously.

"You got my wound." Leng Feng said in some pain.

Han Yueying was stunned, and suddenly thought of the scene where Leng Feng gave up his life to block a bullet for herself, she stopped struggling, bit her lip and let Leng Feng carry herself into the villa.

"Now, you can tell me the truth." After putting on her shoes, Han Yueying held a baseball bat and looked at Leng Feng with a ferocious face again.

"Wife..." Leng Feng had a bitter face, closed his eyes, but murmured: "Hitting is kissing, scolding is love, the harder you beat me, the more you love me. "

(End of this chapter)