The scalpel cut a hole in front of him, almost blinding his eye.
He took a step back, completely defeated.
I was almost scared to pee my pants. When I looked again, Feng Er was tall, but his temperament was gloomy and cold.
He had never seen anything like it before.
This second son had grown up so tall right under his nose, even comparable to Jiang Yan from Li Miaorong's family.
Jiang Yan's height is between 1.7 and 1.8 meters.
As for Feng Er, he is about 1.9 meters tall.
At this moment, Feng Cheng realized that time was truly an unpredictable thing.
Everyone has grown up, even his second son. But what about his own children whom he once neglected?
Feng Er did not give him a chance to escape, he grabbed Feng Cheng's neck.
"Come, repeat what you just said, my dear father."
He was still gentle and kind, just like her own mother, with a noble aura that Li Miaorong could never learn.
The human heart is the most greedy, because people with greed covet things that do not belong to them.
He always looks like a sewer rat.
"Say, what?"
"Weren't you quite eloquent just now? My father was an eloquent speaker, and that's why I, your third brother, inherited your eloquence and your clever, logical mind, becoming a world-renowned lawyer. For that, I have you to thank."
The man's handsome face becomes more gentle?
However, the hand that was pinching Feng Cheng's neck became stronger and stronger, and even blue veins appeared on his hand.
The scalpel slowly moved forward. Feng Cheng wanted to struggle, but his face was pinched so tightly by Feng Er that he couldn't breathe or even bleed.
And his devilish son was still calling his father sweetly.
"Father, please speak. Father, why don't you speak?"
Feng Cheng's tongue was forced to stick out.
He stretched out his hand and struggled, pinching Feng Er's arm, but Feng Er continued to pinch his neck as if he had never felt it.
He felt no pain at all.
Cold-blooded animal!
After a long time, Feng Er finally let him go.
Feng Cheng suddenly collapsed to the ground like a dead dog.
Breathing heavily.
"You deserve to die, you unfilial beast!"
"Father, do you want me to be as filial as my eldest brother? Actually, I'm very filial. Look how good I am to you. Not only did I sterilize you for free, but other people's cats and dogs have to spend hundreds of dollars to get them sterilized here. Father, do you know how much you're wasting medical resources?"
He looked at his long, white hands with neatly trimmed nails, and his whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of holy light.
"Everyone wants me to perform surgery on him. But you have to make an appointment and wait in line, because I performed very well on your son's surgery. My medical skills are very advanced and I have saved hundreds of thousands of lives."
The polished leather shoes stepped on Feng Cheng's hand.
Feng Cheng was sterilized.
He was still weak at the moment, let alone Feng Er's strength.
Feng Er slowly squatted down and patted Feng Cheng's face.
"Father, tell me, which of your substitute lovers hurt Dudu?"
"Tell me, did you hit Dudu on the head with a stone or a brick?"
Mention the name Dudu.
Feng Cheng was in a trance for a moment, "Who is Dudu?"
Feng Er put the tip of his tongue against his back teeth and smiled brilliantly, "Who do you think Dudu is?"
Feng Cheng really didn’t know him.
"Feng Er, don't make trouble. I don't know the Dudu you are talking about."
"I don't know him, Zhuang Hongying. But you must know him, right?"
Zhuang Hongying, Zhuang Hongying.
A trace of confusion flashed in Feng Cheng's eyes.
There's no way. He has too many substitutes. At the speed he collects stamps, he can't remember his women at all.
He only remembered the woman who looked 30% like Bai Yueguang.
A woman who looks four points like Bai Yueguang.
So how much does she resemble Miaorong? There are probably a dozen women who are 90% like her, about 20 who are 80% like her, and the rest who are 20% or 30% like her. There are too many of them because they all have ordinary faces and lack Miaorong's national beauty.
Miaorong is unique.
He couldn't remember the ordinary-looking woman after that, he couldn't remember at all. The sharp scalpel was pressed against his neck.
He felt a sharp pain in his neck, probably bleeding.
He opened his eyes wide, "Feng Er, you unfilial son, aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning? I am your father, your real father!"
"Do you remember who Dudu is now?"
Even with his scalpel against her fragile neck.
But Feng Cheng still couldn't remember.
Feng Cheng yelled at him, trying to awaken his conscience. "I don't know, I don't know! You are your father!"
But he didn't realize that he had lost his conscience a long time ago, and yet he still asked his son to have a conscience?
The door was pushed open, revealing his eldest brother's panicked face. Feng Er calmly put away the scalpel, his eyes slightly narrowed. He felt no guilt or panic for his patricide. Instead, he calmly put away the scalpel.
The smile is quite bright.
"Oh, it's you, big brother. You're late. I just performed an operation on my father, hehehe."
"Al, you're not in the right state. Come home with me."
"What's wrong? What are you talking about, brother?"
Feng Er's smile became increasingly sunny and cheerful. Although he was smiling, it was fake and mechanical, without any human emotion. His pupils gradually lost focus, and when he looked at Feng Yi, it was as if he was looking at a dead object.
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