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Chapter 120

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    Gu Ming ran over quickly and stood at the entrance of the alley, clutching her chest, her heartbeat beating like a drum, her ears roaring, and she felt like she couldn't breathe - her weak state was simply too bad.

    Tang Ping pushed her out to retaliate, but was afraid of being scolded by the young marshal, so he followed her from a distance. The two of them stood together, both looking into the alley, and were stunned.

    The tragic scene of Zhang Qiyue being beaten unilaterally in the imagination did not appear, and Feng Qu, who was supposed to be stepping on Zhang Qiyue's belly in high spirits, also did not appear. The two were evenly matched, with colors on their faces, like two trapped animals.

    Feng Qu¡¯s nose was bleeding like a mess, and Zhang Qiyue also had a wound on his cheek, which was not much better. They punched each other hard, wanting to knock each other down, but they refused to admit defeat.

    Gu Ming: ""

    Tang Ping: ""

    ? ? Wrong forecast.

    "Stop fighting!" Gu Ming shouted. The two people seemed to have woken up at this time, and they were still holding each other's collars and refusing to let go.

    When a man becomes childish, he is worse than a child.

    Gu Ming rushed over angrily, grabbing the two men's hands holding each other's collars and threatening: "Let go! If you don't let go, I'll slap you in the face!"

    The two glared at each other and finally let go reluctantly.

    Half an hour later, Zhang Qiyue's voice of "Ouch, ouch, ouch" came from the living room of Gu Ming's room at the Liuguo Hotel. Gu Ming slapped him on the shoulder: "Isn't he pretty capable? Are you afraid of pain now?"  "

    "It hurts!" Zhang Qiyue looked at her pitifully: "I was so angry at that time that he almost killed you, this bastard!"

    "You are the bastard bastard!" On the sofa opposite, Feng Qu sat with a cold face, his eyes were cold, and his mouth seemed to be able to spit out several tons of ice particles as weapons at any time: "With your three-legged cat skills,  Today is just a fluke. Next time I¡¯ll beat you up and you¡¯ll have teeth all over the floor!¡±

    Tang Ping carefully cleaned the blood and wounds on his face, always feeling that he was about to become a bomb that could be detonated at any time.

    "Come on, I'm afraid of you!"

    "You two, please calm down!" Gu Ming asked Zhang Qiyue curiously: "You didn't cry for your father and mother after being beaten?" This result was far beyond her expectation.

    While Tang Ping was treating Feng Qu's wounds, he listened carefully. He was also very curious.

    Zhang Qiyue said while taking a breath: "Our family is rich, but we are afraid of being kidnapped. When we were young, my father hired martial arts masters for us. We must have the ability to protect ourselves." He rarely mentioned his family background in front of Gu Ming, and it was a bit embarrassing.  It's so natural: "I have been practicing since then. I stopped practicing a few years ago. But I haven't done it for a long time, and I'm not unfamiliar at all."

    Gu Ming: "" So when it comes to knowing someone, you really can't just look at the surface.

    She had always thought that Zhang Qiyue was just a kid from a rich family who couldn't carry much weight on his shoulders. He was at most simple and passionate. Who knew that he had actually practiced grappling and fighting, and could compete with Feng Qu who had been honed on the battlefield?  incredible.

    Feng Qu seemed to be unable to bear the closeness between the two of them. He kicked the coffee table in front of him and the things on it almost fell off. He turned a blind eye and slammed the door with a look of hurt on his face and left.

    Tang Ping was so frightened that he dropped the tweezers and gauze in his hands: "Young Marshal, wait for me -" He regretted it very much when he left the room.

    In the corridor, Feng Boxiang, dressed neatly in military uniform, blocked Feng Qu. He seemed to have just come out of the room and was standing at Feng Qu's door, ready to knock on the door.  Seeing him looking miserable, with dust and blood on his clothes, a bruised nose and a swollen face, and an angry and angry look all over him, he couldn't help but frown: "Where have you gone so crazy? How did you end up like this? I'm still here today?"  I made an appointment with Governor Yan from Shanxi, and originally wanted you to play with his young master, how can you go out like this?"

    He was also angry: "I brought three sons here, but I can't count on any of them!"

    The day Feng Chen arrived in Peiping, he rushed into the mission hospital and couldn't even find anyone for temporary duty.  Feng Sheng, on the other hand, does not need Feng Boxiang to take him with him to camp around. Only Feng Qu cannot move around freely. As Rongcheng's future heir, he must follow Feng Boxiang to entertain and listen to orders and handle various affairs at any time.

    Feng Qu: "It's just a small thing. It will be fine in two days." He closed the door with a bang and shut the old father and the adjutant out together.

    Feng Boxiang belatedly realized that his eldest son was unhappy: "What happened to him? Who did he fight with?"

    Tang Ping was afraid of being fixed by Feng Boxiang, so he carefully answered: "the young marshal has encountered some setbacks." Emotional setbacks.

    To put it in very simple terms,Peng Huaiyan: "It's easy to talk." He took the initiative to walk to a remote place, and it seemed that he also wanted to have a good relationship with this neighbor.

    Feng Qu followed and told the story about the spy caught in Yucheng admitting that he was sent by Peng Huaiyan.

    Of course Peng Huaiyan is not ignorant of things in Yucheng, but he has never heard of reports below about someone being trapped in the military government of Yucheng.  He thought for a few times and said slowly: "My nephew, is there any misunderstanding? I have never sent anyone to Yucheng."

    Of course they were sent, but they were not caught.

    Feng Qu came closer, as if he wanted to whisper in a close relationship: "I used various torture tools on one of the spies. Before he died, he finally admitted that it was not you, Uncle Shi, who sent them."

    "Who is that?" Peng Huaiyan thought to himself: Which fool's subordinates failed to discipline him well and wanted to frame him.

    Feng Qu raised his chin slightly and pointed to the distance with his eyes.

    "President Xu?" Peng Huaiyan suddenly realized it and drank with him: "What a good plan! Our president has extraordinary tricks. I don't know if he will only use this trick on you and me, or if he will also implement it in other places.  Already?"

    Feng Qu chuckled: "I don't know."

    He turned over on the big bed, his mind filled with these things. One moment it was President Xu's plan and the future development of the local military government. The next moment he regretted impulsively coming out of Gu Ming's room, leaving her alone with Zhang Qiyue.  It is really inappropriate to have a man and a woman.

    "Here comes¡ª¡ª"

    Tang Ping carefully opened the door and came in: "Young Marshal, what's the matter?"

    "Go and buy two bottles of medicated wine to promote blood circulation and remove blood clots and send them to the next door."

    Tang Ping took out two bottles of medicinal wine from his back - after the fight between the two, he ordered his bodyguard to buy some from the Chinese medicine shop outside. After Feng Qu returned to the room in anger, his bodyguard ran back panting, and he never dared to do so.  Move closer to Feng Qu.

    "Send it to the next door."

    Tang Ping responded before exiting, and then heard Feng Qu shouting: "Come back!" He muttered in his heart about the young commander's fickleness, but he didn't expect that Feng Qu had already climbed up from the bed and strode over: "Give me the medicinal wine, I will  Go deliver it.¡±

    "Young Marshal" Tang Ping called weakly: "Go to the room over there and be sure to be sure not to fight again, okay? Otherwise, how will Miss Gu deal with herself?"

    Feng Qu cursed: "Mom!" He put on the medicine and walked to the next door, silently thinking to himself along the way: I'm not here to apologize, I'm here to monitor you!  Don't think that I'm showing weakness just because I bought the medicine!

    He slammed the door and came out, originally closing the door of Gu Ming's room, but Tang Ping came out immediately after and gently closed the door.

    Feng Qu put his hand on the handle without twisting, and opened the door with a slight pull. He stood at the door and looked towards the living room, and was stunned. His face was strangely ugly, and he slammed the door again with a "bang".  .

    ¡ª¡ªIn the room, a pair of lovers who have been separated for a long time have long lost all the ability to express themselves in language, and they are just holding each other tightly and kissing inextricably.

    Hearing the door being slammed hard, Gu Ming broke away and turned to look: "Who came in just now?"

    Zhang Qiyue actually saw Feng Qu in his peripheral vision. Not only did he not stop, but he kissed Gu Ming deeper.

    "I guess I went to the wrong door."

    Gu Ming: "Why did you walk into the wrong room and slam the door?" She later realized that this familiar behavior seemed to be done by Feng Qu, and couldn't help but touch her forehead: "Qi Yue, you"

    Zhang Qiyue said gently: "Let's just leave other people alone, okay?" He pressed his lips to hers, tossing and turning, leaving her no time to be distracted and no longer able to think about the arrogant man next door.

    Tang Ping followed him all the way back to his room: "Young Marshal, what's wrong?"

    Feng Qu walked around the room like a trapped animal. The scene of Gu Ming and Zhang Qiyue kissing kept appearing in front of his eyes, as if it was engraved in his mind. It was just a startling glance, and he actually saw her slightly blushing lips.  His face looked much better than the recent pale complexion caused by a long illness.

    "Damn pretty boy!"

    Tang Ping was inexplicably excited: "Young Marshal, they were just" doing something in the living room?

    "Get out!" He was answered with a flying kick and a roar.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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