Superpower: The domineering president is my wife.

Blue Shirt said, flicking the cigarette butt from his fingers.

He tugged at the collar, smiled and pressed forward towards Dai Xi, wanting to press her directly onto the sink, while his palms were still trying to touch her lower back.

Dai Xi frowned impatiently.

"Bastard!" the man yelled, interrupting the blue shirt's movements.

With a pair of powerful hands, he suddenly clasped the blue shirt's wrists and broke them with all his strength. He only heard a "click" sound like a bone cracking, and accompanied by a shrill scream, the blue shirt's arms were cut behind his back. behind.

At the same time, the man's polished handmade leather shoes kicked the blue shirt's legs hard.

Then there was another scream, and the blue shirt was kicked to the ground, sliding several meters away, and finally stopped when it hit the pillar.

The man's black eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses were filled with anger. He glanced at the blue shirt who fell to the ground like a dead dog and kept moaning, and walked quickly to the sink.

"Are you OK."

Feng Yan picked up Dai Xi who was leaning on the sink and carefully inspected her body.

"It's okay." Dai Xi responded in a low voice.

At this moment, Feng Yan was holding her hand tightly. The man's palm was warm and there was a thin layer of sweat on it.

Tsk, how anxious was this person just now!

She raised her eyes and looked at the man's black eyes full of rage and his chest that was rising and falling violently. The nameless evil fire blocking her heart disappeared in an instant.

The corners of her lips curled up involuntarily, and she leaned closer to Feng Yan. She sniffed hard with her little nose. The clear and delicious cold wood aroma of the man immediately purified the dirty air around her.

Feeling Dai Xi's sudden approach, Feng Yan's back stiffened for a moment, then he took her into his arms and buried her entire face into his chest.

Dai Xi pushed in protest, frowning slightly.

"Ah! Cousin!" Another scream came.

Dai Xi couldn't help but raise her hand and pick her ears.

Su Muxue, who ran out after Feng Yan, had just arrived. She looked at the blue shirt lying on the ground, moaning, and covered her mouth in surprise.

"Cousin! What happened, cousin!" She walked to Blue Shirt, held his arm, and asked with concern.

But his eyes kept glancing at Feng Yan and Dai Xi, who was held in Feng Yan's arms and protected tightly.

At this moment, Feng Yan could see a big hand protecting the back of Dai Xi's head, and the other hand wrapped around Dai Xi's small hand and placed it on his heart.

Su Muxue's eyes were fixed on the two people's tightly intertwined hands, and her sharp nails were unconsciously clasping at the arm of the blue shirt.

The blue shirt that had just regained its composure was pinched by Su Muxue and let out another ghostly howl.

"Xiaoxue, why are you pinching me!" Blue Shirt roared.

"Fuck! Who the hell are you! How dare you hit me!" He turned around and glared at the man who had just attacked him, and continued to curse: "Isn't she just a girl who drinks with you? It's not fun for anyone. Ah! Do you fucking know, who am I?"

When Su Muxue heard that Lanshi was scolding Dai Xi for being a bartender, she felt extremely happy inside. If it hadn't been for Feng Yan standing opposite, she would have wanted to stand up and applaud her cousin.

This Ding Jiasheng, relying on his aunt's love for him, often does dirty things like bullying men and dominating women. The Su family also cleans up his mess for his aunt's sake.

Unexpectedly, this time, Ding Jiasheng unexpectedly caught her off guard and vented his anger on her behalf.

Ding Jiasheng is right, a bitch like Dai Xi deserves to be played and killed by a man in bed!

She couldn't help but secretly regret in her heart, how great it would be if Ding Jiasheng succeeded this time...

Ding Jiasheng was kicked to pieces by Feng Yan just now, and was dizzy. Now he was struggling to get up, and he continued to curse curse words without knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Dai Xi was sighing, Su Muxue and this blue shirt are not a family, and they don't belong to the same family.

Suddenly, he felt the muscles of the man in front of him gradually tightening, and he couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at him.

Feng Yan's thinned lips were now pursed into a straight line, and his eyes were dark, as if he was trying his best to restrain something.

Finally, he took a deep breath, as if he had made a decision, rubbed the back of Dai Xi's head soothingly with his big palm, and whispered in her ear.

"Close your eyes for a while and don't look back no matter what sound you hear, okay?"

The man's voice was low and caring, as if it had a hook, tickling Dai Xi's heart.

"Okay." Dai Xi responded in a low voice.

Her whole little face was buried in Feng Yan's chest, and her voice was muffled, as if it contained huge grievances.

When Feng Yan heard her voice, his heart felt as if he had been hit by a blunt instrument. He held her long arm and tightened his grip instantly.

"Be good." He whispered in Dai Xi's ear soothingly.

Feng Yan slowly let go of the girl in his arms, stroked her eyelashes with his long fingers, and said with a chuckle, "Wait for me, soon."

That doting smile turned extremely cold the moment the man raised his eyes.

He took off his gold-rimmed glasses and threw them on the sink. He unbuttoned his cufflinks with his long fingers and slowly rolled up his shirt sleeves, showing the veins on his arms.

His straight long legs wrapped under suit trousers, accompanied by the low impact sound of handmade custom-made leather shoes on the bluestone floor, headed towards Ding Jiasheng, who was holding on to the pillar and struggling to get up.

Dai Xi opened her eyes the moment Feng Yan let her go.

She held her hands in front of her chest and looked at the man's series of operations through the mirror of the sink. She couldn't help but raise her eyebrows and the curve of her mouth became more obvious.

This man was so eye-catching, his hormones were bursting, and she almost wanted to whistle at him.

Dai Xi stuck out her bright red tongue and licked the corners of her lips. She really liked it more and more. What should I do?

As for Su Muxue, who was standing opposite, her attention was always on Feng Yan and Dai Xi's hands, so naturally she couldn't hear their whispers.

At this moment, looking at Feng Yan suddenly walking towards him, he thought it was Feng Yan who finally saw him, and immediately stepped forward excitedly.

"Feng..."

As soon as Su Muxue opened her mouth, she saw Feng Yan ignoring her and heading straight towards Ding Jiasheng.

Feng Yan's long legs stopped in front of Ding Jiasheng. He was nearly 1 meters tall, and the shadow he cast completely enveloped Ding Jiasheng.

He grabbed Ding Jiasheng's collar and pushed him against the pillar like a chicken.

Then he grabbed his neck with one hand and lifted him up. Ding Jiasheng suddenly found it difficult to breathe. His hands kept pulling Feng Yan's big palms, and his feet were also fluttering hard, but he was still unable to break free from the restraint.

"Open your dog eyes and see who I am." Feng Yan's deep voice was as cold as ice shards.

When Ding Jiasheng heard this, he opened his blurred and turbid eyes. The moment he saw the man's appearance clearly, he suddenly woke up from alcohol, as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his hands and feet began to shake uncontrollably.

"Third...Third Master, yes...I'm sorry..." Broken words escaped from Ding Jiasheng's throat.

Feng Yan swung his long arm and threw Ding Jiasheng onto the bluestone ground like trash, making a muffled sound.

His long legs were slightly bent, and he squatted down, his posture was dignified, his eyes looked down with disdain, and he fell to the ground like mud, panting heavily, but Ding Jiasheng couldn't help but beg for mercy.

The man opened his thin lips and asked coldly.

"Which hand."