Young Master Jun’s 100 Techniques to Spoil His Wife

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Such a man, just standing there, has the momentum to win the world.

Everyone was scolding, but when I saw this man, I really didn't dare to say a word.

"This gentleman, I don't know why I came to Feng's house late at night."

Jun Mohan's eyes flashed, and he said coldly, "Say, where is Feng Sujin?"

Everyone looked at such a person who came to look for Feng Sujin. They looked different and did not understand how a person like Feng Sujin could meet such a magnificent man.

"Sir may not know. Feng Sujin hasn't returned for a long time. She called before and she didn't answer. Now we don't know where she went."

Jun Mohan looked at the speaker, and there was a cruel light under his eyes, "Who are you from the Feng family?"

"I am Feng Sujin's second wife."

Jun Mohan stared at her for a while, then waved his hand, and the bodyguard immediately stepped forward to stop the person.

Zhuang Zhiping was knelt on the ground, she gritted her teeth, and her heart was actually shaking.

In these years, she followed Mrs. Lu as someone who had seen strong winds and waves, but for some reason, the people in front of her made her afraid of cold.

If it wasn't a little bold, I would have panicked.

"What are you going to do?"

Jun Mohan said lightly: "Noise, I ask you again, where did Feng Sujin go?"

Zhuang Zhiping gritted his teeth and said, since someone was holding an iron rod and greeted Zhuang Zhiping.

Zhuang Zhiping snorted, still not speaking.

Jun Mohan was a waste of time. He picked up a knife and stroked it on Zhuang Zhiping's neck. "Since you are so boney, you don't care about life."

With that said, Jun Mohan is about to start.

"Don't, don't ... Zhiping, do you know, tell him?"

Zhuang Zhiping looked at his lover, "Yi Yuan, why are you out and you are going back?"

Feng Yiyuan wanted to run to Zhuang Zhiping, but was stopped.

Jun Mohan naturally heard some meaning from the dialogue, and his eyes were cold.

Ye Xing knew Jun Shao's behavior and said to the bodyguard, "Choose your fingers."

One bodyguard restrained the wind, and one took a dagger from his arms and gestured.

Jun Mohan continued to look at Zhuang Zhiping, "If you don't say it, his fingers are gone."

Zhuang Zhiping glanced away. "I don't know."

The bodyguard instantly cut off Feng Yiyuan's left little finger.

"what……"

Feng Yiyuan's shouting of pain still made Zhuang Zhiping startled.

"Don't say, continue!"

Just when Feng Yiyuan was about to be chopped with a second finger, Zhuang Zhiping couldn't stand it and shouted, "I said, I said."

"It's not right, it's too late, and he can't pick up his finger."

Jun Mohan heard Zhuang Zhiping's sentence and understood that Feng Sujin might not be in danger for the time being.

Just then, Mrs. Feng couldn't help coming upstairs, "Slow!"

Zhuang Zhiping turned pale when he heard the old lady's voice, and he dared not say a word.

The man in front of him could threaten her from the wind, but the old lady held the life of her daughter Feng Xinjing.

The old lady was ruthless and cold-blooded, and she could abandon even her own flesh, not to mention her granddaughter.

A sharp light flashed in the magnificent eyes of Jun Mohan, this old woman, who had come to the family violence against Feng Sujin just now!

Mrs. Feng hit the ground with a cane, still thinking about knocking out momentum.

"Who are you? Just enter the room like this and do these things to our Feng family?"

Mrs. Feng relied on the old to sell the old, and used an inquiring tone.