The bodyguards on both sides pulled out the weapons they carried on their waists and pointed at each other in an almost confrontational manner.

Nan Feng stood in front of the bodyguards. He was 1.8 meters tall, wearing light-colored clothes and pants, and his back was very straight. He stood there as if he was rooted.

From Liu Zhenying's perspective, we could only see his side face. He was clearly the gentle and indifferent kind of noble man, but there was a calm and stern expression that was cold and fearless.

"Clara, let Zhijin go."

Facing Nan Feng like this, Clara's mind suddenly sank, a little sadness appeared in her beautiful eyes, but she forced herself to calm down: "Are you crazy? You dare to rush into my villa with bodyguards, you are not afraid

Shall I tell dad?"

Hearing this, Nan Feng pulled off the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his eyes hidden under the lenses rolled with coldness and disappointment: "Clara, I usually indulge you too much, which makes you dare to do it now

With Mr. George, I can even do things like kidnapping."

Taking a deep breath, he seemed to still be thinking about old George’s life-saving kindness to him, and said patiently: “Clara, as long as you let Zhijin go, I will treat what happened today as if it never happened, and I will not tell Mr. George.

I know, you have a banquet to attend tomorrow, and it’s already very late now, so you should go back early.”

To be honest, Clara was shaken for a moment because of his gentle words as usual, but out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly caught a glimpse of Zhijin's expectant eyes as she looked at Nanfeng, and she immediately reacted.

"No, I can't let that woman go."

"Clara."

"However, it's not impossible if you want me to agree, unless you agree to me a condition."

Nan Feng frowned and his knuckles turned white: "What conditions?"

"When you return to China tomorrow, you must immediately tell my father that you want to marry me, and you must promise never to see that woman again, and you must ask her to abort the baby..."

"No way, I won't agree to it."

Before Clara could finish her words, Nan Feng rejected her directly.

The words were so crisp and clear that Clara's face froze, and her deep Western facial features were filled with a mean and cold look: "You actually rejected me? So you still like that woman?"

"Clara, I told you from the first day we were engaged that I have always liked Zhijin."

Nan Feng would never play the trick of stepping on two boats, but with his gentle temperament, he still wanted to reason with Clara at this time: "Old Mr. George was helpful to me, so he let me and Clara

I will not refuse your engagement, but Zhijin and the child are innocent. Since Zhijin wants to keep the child, then I just want her to give birth to the child safely..."

Nanfeng's temperament can be described as gentle as a noble master at best, or as indecisive and meek at worst.

Listening to such a long talk, Liu Zhenying lost her patience. She looked at the face that was exactly the same as in her memory, pinched it twice with her fingers, and then turned her head to look at Liao Qingqing: "What if I accidentally cut someone's arm today?"

My leg is broken, will anything happen?"

Liao Qingqing said some cruel words in an almost casual tone. Liao Qingqing's heart "thumped" and she subconsciously asked: "Whose arms and legs do you want to break?"

"To all of them."

Liu Zhenying glanced at the bright light and uttered a simple word: "Heh."

That kind of contempt and contempt is expressed vividly.

"There are three of them, one is stupid in relationships, one is indecisive, and the other one is barely okay, but doesn't have enough brains. They are so noisy that they can calm down by simply breaking their arms and legs.
Chapter completed!