He had never seen Mu Chengfeng with such terrifying rage. It was like a burning volcano erupting with terrifying magma.
Ning Yazhi struggled to stand up. To her, her vision was blurry, as if the whole world was spinning. There was more and more sweetness in her mouth, and she swallowed it back alive.
The devilish ridicule on his lips seemed to sting Mu Chengfeng's eyes. He had never been so angry that he lost his mind. Without thinking, he swung his backhand again, fast, hard and hard!
Ning Yazhi was thrown to the ground by his actions. In addition to the buzzing in her brain, her face quickly became red and swollen, and even blood was gushing from her delicate blood vessels.
Her skin was much more delicate than that of ordinary women, but it could not withstand such a vicious slap from him. The red and swollen areas were very obviously bloodshot, and even her lips were bleeding.
Nuo An looked at this scene in disbelief and was so shocked that he was speechless.
He never knew that anger could sweep everything away.
What was even more unbelievable was that Miss Ning Yazhi was still able to get up unsteadily after being slapped for the fifth time by her husband. He had never seen such a stubborn woman.
Any other woman would have passed out long ago, or would have cried on the ground begging her husband to let her go.
Miss Ning Yazhi's stubborn reaction made him truly believe that she had never done anything to betray her husband. On the contrary, what Miss Qin said could not be believed at all.
Mu Chengfeng raised his hand again and slapped her again. Miss Ning Yazhi would definitely not be able to bear it. She was already shaking and unable to stand. Nuo An could no longer hold his breath: "Sir, don't..."
He didn't even want to stand in front of Ning Yazhi.
Mu Chengfeng's eyes were burning with almost irrational anger. His action was undoubtedly seeking death. His palms suddenly turned into fists and he swung hard at Nuo An's face.
There was a "bang" sound.
The fierce and heavy fist made Nuo An's eyes suddenly turn purple. He wanted to smile bitterly, but not many people could bear the impact of Mr.'s fist. What's more, that fist also swept away all his anger.
It seems that I haven't had a fist from Mr. for many years, and it's as painful as ever... it hurts.
This punch brought back Mu Chengfeng's rationality. His eyes immediately returned to a cold look, and the bloodthirsty curve at the corner of his lips raised dangerously: "Are you looking for death? Do you want me to help you?!
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A flash of surprise flashed through Ning Yazhi's eyes. Why did Nuo An endure Mu Chengfeng's terrifying and angry fist for her? Of course, if that fist hit her face, her face would definitely be split, right?
Nuo An replied in a very respectful manner: "Sir, if you continue to fight, Miss Ning Yazhi will definitely not be able to bear it. She has suffered too many injuries..."
"So, you can't bear to see her get hurt again?" The tone was so terrifying that it almost killed him.
Nuo An took a deep breath and said slowly: "Sir, when you love someone, it is easy to be blinded by anger. But if you think about it carefully, no matter which angle you analyze this matter, there is no need for Miss Ning Yazhi to betray you."
You, on the contrary, Miss Qin has ulterior motives and cannot be trusted at all."
A forced smile appeared on Ning Yazhi's lips. Even Nuo An believed her; but the person who should believe her the most...
The muscles on her face seemed to be stiff, and it was difficult to even speak: "Noan... you don't... need to plead for me, everything he saw is true!"