Come against the wind, exchange your glory

Chapter 465 Mr. Feng visits the door

Han Wu left in a hurry, only Bing Ci knew where he was going and what he was doing.

Before he could stop him, his car went out of sight.

Feng's family in the western capital.

Mr. Feng was furious, and there was one person kneeling on the ground—the young master of the Feng family.

"Did I warn you, don't provoke Han Wu, don't provoke Han Wu, why didn't you listen?"

"You also hurt someone. Do you know who that person is? The only son of the Hua family, even if I have a close relationship with Hua Lao, I have no face to beg for this favor for you."

"Grandpa, Grandpa, I don't know. I was instigated by others at the time, so I didn't think too much about it. It would be too late when I knew that Young Master Han had sent someone there. I am your grandson, so you must save me," Young Master Feng knelt Walking forward, he grabbed Mr. Feng's trouser legs and cried out in fright.

In the past few days, I was terrified, and when I heard any disturbance, I thought it was Han Wu coming to kill me.

Seeing that he couldn't bear it, Mr. Feng heaved a long sigh.

"You stay at home and think about your mistakes. I, Feng Gong, will save your life even if I don't want this old face."

"Steward Zhang, prepare the car, I'll go to Han's house myself."

Coincidentally, Han Wu's vehicle followed behind him.

"Master, the Feng family's car is in front." The driver said doubtfully.

"It seems that Grandpa Feng already knows, get out of the car, why don't you go to meet him?" Han Wu opened the door coolly, still wearing the team uniform.

He went straight forward and stopped beside Feng's car.

Mr. Feng closed his eyes and fell asleep, with a heavy heart. He hadn't seen him for three years, and he didn't know if Boy Han still had the aura and ability he had back then.

"Chairman, Han Hanhan...Young Master Han is outside." The driver saw Han Wu from the rearview mirror just as he was about to get out of the car, and his heart stopped suddenly. It took him a long time to recover, and he reminded him tremblingly.

Han Wuming looked so gentle and polite.

Hearing the sound, Mr. Feng got out of the car in a hurry.

"Xiao Wu, you... just came back?" Seeing that he was wearing strange clothes, he asked.

"Yes, come and say hello when you see Grandpa Feng's car," Han Wu smiled politely.

"Xiao Wu, I came here to ask for favors for my unworthy grandson," Mr. Feng cut to the chase.

"So it's about this matter. I was going to talk to Grandpa Feng, so let's go in and talk about it?" Han Wu asked knowingly.

"Alright," Mr. Feng heaved a sigh of relief. It seems that in the past three years, Xiao Wu's edges and corners have been smoothed, and he is no longer as paranoid and violent as before.

Of course Han Wu knew what he was thinking, just smiled without saying a word.

Everyone likes a person wearing a mask, so that when he takes it off, the face under the mask can crush the soul in one fell swoop.

interesting.

He chose the study as the place for the conversation, and the servant served tea, but he didn't know whether Mr. Feng could drink the tea safely.

"Grandpa Feng, the biggest concession I can make in this matter is, the Feng family and Lingsun, you choose one."

This is the young master of the Han family who turned his hands into clouds and rain in the western capital.

Behind the smile is the cold blood of prey.

The teacup in Mr. Feng's hand was almost unsteady, his sunken eye sockets were shocked and distressed, "Xiao Wu, is there no room for negotiation?"

"Hehehe, Grandpa Feng, I was just discussing with you. I made my choice because of my grandfather's face. If it was someone else, I would definitely ruin his family and kill him—"

Han Wu paused every word, his eyes were slightly bent, and there was no trace of emotion in that smile.

If someone else said such a thing, Mr. Feng would definitely say that he didn't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth, and he didn't know the so-called.

But this person is Han Wu, the young master of the Han family who was chosen as the heir of the Han family at the age of nine, showed his talents at the age of ten, and became famous all over the world at the age of 12.

He couldn't help but believe it.

"Grandpa Feng, let's make a decision! It's late, but I have to change my mind," Han Wu said with a half-turned body, lazily to the bone.

"I...choose..." Mr. Feng stood up tremblingly, hesitating.

(End of this chapter)