The one who is stupid is Clara, the one who is indecisive is Nan Feng, and the one who is not smart enough is Zhijin.

Liao Qingqing described each one one by one. The first two were understandable, but the last one said: "Why is Zhijin not smart enough?"

To be honest, aside from the fact that she and Clara are friends, she quite admires Zhijin. He is courageous and has certain means. He is not from a noble family, which is already very rare.

But Liu Zhenying disagreed, curled his lips, and explained simply: "She was clearly threatened, but she went her own way without the ability to protect herself, and she had to give birth to a child for a man who had become someone else's fiancé..."

Liu Zhenying didn't say the rest, but shook his head with a clear sense of disdain.

Liao Qingqing thought about it carefully.

This seems to be true.

After complaining, Liu Zhenying did not forget her business. Her black and white almond eyes asked seriously again: "Can't I really break their arms and legs?"

Facing those apricot eyes that seemed gentle but actually indifferent, Liao Qingqing swallowed unconsciously and asked tentatively: "Why don't you think of another way? It will take a hundred days to break your muscles and bones.

My arms and legs seem to be in trouble."

"Really?" Liu Zhenying didn't know if he was persuaded or not. Anyway, he smacked his lips, and his tone could not tell the ups and downs of emotions, nor could he tell the difference between happiness and anger: "Then they are really in trouble."

During the few minutes that Liu Zhenying and Liao Qingqing were discussing arms and legs, I don’t know what Nan Feng said. Anyway, Clara was irritated, her pupils widened, and she slowly raised her red lips.

, gritted his teeth: "You are my fiancé, but you are protecting another woman in front of me. In this case, I will let her die in front of you."

As she said that, she picked up the knife on the side without hesitation and rushed towards Zhijin like crazy.

That momentum was almost like immortality.

But in the next second, all the murderous intent was blocked by Nan Feng.

The sharp knife pierced directly into his shoulder, and the blood spurted out directly dyed his light-colored shirt red. Along with the spreading smell of blood, it was extremely dazzling to anyone who looked at it.

"Nan...Nanfeng..."

Clara was frightened by such a scene and subconsciously stopped her hand, leaving the knife shining brightly on Nan Feng's shoulder.

Zhijin supported his swaying body from behind, her eyes turned red instantly: "Nanfeng, how are you? Ambulance, call an ambulance quickly."

Clara shrank from being yelled at, but she quickly reacted and quickly ordered the bodyguard to call the emergency number.

Liao Qingqing looked at the sudden scene in front of her, a little stunned and confused: "It's a bloody plot of two women fighting for one man, but why did it turn into a murder case inexplicably..."

As soon as she finished her soliloquy, she saw Liu Zhenying's slender figure walking forward quickly and unhurriedly rolling up his sleeves. Even if Zhijin subconsciously blocked her, she just gave him a half-hearted glance.

The voice was warm and clean, so clean that it was ruthless: "If you want him to die, just continue to stop him."

"I……"

"Shut up and get the medicine kit."

Zhijin subconsciously followed orders and did things.

This time, no one in the villa stopped her.

The medicines in the medical kit were quite complete. Liu Zhenying took out a clean gauze and covered the wound on Nan Feng's shoulder. Then he used a little force to wrap the wound with a bandage. Then he tore a piece of cloth from the curtain next to him and wrapped it.

A very standard one-shoulder dovetail bandaging method.

But this did not stop the bleeding completely. Liu Zhenying looked slightly cold and pressed twice on several acupuncture points on Nan Feng's body. Although the pain made him take a few breaths, it was visible to the naked eye.
Chapter completed!