Chapter 71 The Living King of Hell

The snap sound was particularly loud in the empty playroom.

The children were stunned, and even Bo Xianchuan was dumbfounded. He never expected that his little aunt would dare to hit Feng Tingbei in the Feng family. Did she not want her life?

However, a slap in the face was far from being able to offset the anger in Mu Huan's heart!

"You hurt my son like this, and you just want to write it off with a simple 'I'm sorry'? Then if I give you a slap, should I just say 'I'm sorry' and everything will be fine?"

Mu Huan was furious, "Then I'll say a hundred words of sorry first, and then I'll compensate you 100 million, and I want one of your hands -"

There was a loud bang, and a huge fist grazed Mu Huan's ear and hit the wall behind her!

There was a decorative painting hanging on the wall, and the glass on the painting was shattered by this punch.

Mu Huan's heart was shocked and she instinctively closed her mouth.

The back of Feng Tingbei's hand was cut with blood by the broken glass, but he seemed to feel no pain at all, staring at Mu Huan with extremely sinister and cold eyes.

Mu Huan was stared at so hard that she couldn't help but feel scared!

How could she forget that he is the living king of hell who makes the whole sea city fearful?

The man said nothing, looking at Mu Huan like a superior god.

Mu Huan was so scared that even though she lowered her head, she couldn't resist the cold gaze. She felt like she was going to turn into ashes in that gaze!

But just when she was almost unable to hold on any longer, a pair of small hands gently shook Feng Tingbei's thighs.

Feng Tingbei looked down and saw that it was Xiao Senbao pleading for Mu Huan in sign language.

The man's eyes softened for a moment. But how could he tolerate such a presumptuous woman?

Xiao Xia Bao was inspired. Even though he was scared, he still ran over and hugged Feng Tingbei's thigh:

"Uncle, your hand is bleeding. Does it hurt? Please bandage it to stop the bleeding. Don't blame my mother. She is also trying to protect my brother."

The little girl's cute and pitiful voice made Feng Tingbei's heart, which was harder than iron, soften a little bit.

He put the bleeding hand behind his back, and at the same time stretched out his other hand to caress the little girl's head, "Uncle, it doesn't hurt."

"Why doesn't it hurt? Let me blow it for you." The little girl insisted on grabbing the back of Feng Tingbei's injured hand and blew it distressedly.

Bo Xianchuan also took out alcohol cotton and medical tweezers, doing his duty as a doctor, "If there are glass fragments stuck in your wound, you must clean it up immediately, otherwise it will be very troublesome in the future."

Feng Tingbei was probably worried that Xiao Xia Bao would be pricked in the mouth by glass fragments when he was blowing, so he acquiesced to Bo Xianchuan to help him clean the wound.

The cleaning process is obviously more painful and longer-lasting than the process of cutting your hands.

Bo Xianchuan was extremely careful, because since he was a doctor, he had never seen anyone who didn't cry and howl when cleaning the wound. Especially some grown men, howling worse than little girls.

But he never expected that during the whole process, Feng Tingbei didn't even frown.

No matter how severe the pain was, he could endure it for his life.

This actually made Bo Xianchuan feel a sense of admiration. Although Feng Tingbei was a scumbag, he was still a man in some respects.

Xiao Xia Bao kept covering her eyes and did not dare to look, but she did not forget to cheer Feng Tingbei up with her childish voice:

"Uncle, don't be afraid. When your hand is bandaged, I will buy you delicious food. I have a lot of pocket money, so I can take care of you!"

The word "support" almost made Bo Xianchuan's hands tremble in shock.

Even Feng Tingbei couldn't help but laugh, "Little girl, do you know what foster care is?"


Chapter completed!