At the beginning of divorce, help the younger brother demon

Chapter 229 Amon
Beast also noticed Chen Feng's gaze, and grinned at Chen Feng very kindly, revealing a bloody mouth.

"This one bite can at least feed two children!"

An idea popped up in Chen Feng's mind subconsciously.

After Beast followed Sister Han in, he closed the office door again, and Sister Han was puzzled:

"what happened?"

"I don't know who sent the person, just slapped me across the face." Zhang Xizheng pointed at his flushed right cheek, and at the same time concealed the fact that Lao Song was asking for salary.

After all, he knew that the woman in front of him hated unruly behavior. If Sister Han knew that these two people came to him because they were asking for salary, then he would definitely not be able to avenge him today!
Sure enough, Sister Han frowned when she heard this, and stared carefully at Zhang Xizheng's face for a while: "Who hit him?"

"That's the kid, hey, you don't know how arrogant he was just now!"

At this time, Zhang Xizheng pointed at Chen Feng very aggrieved like a child complaining to his parents.

The "beast"'s eyes lit up, and he clenched his fists eagerly.

To put it bluntly, when the sixteen big men saw the beast for the first time, as if they had encountered a natural enemy, their bodies trembled in unison, and their faces turned pale!

"Let your people continue to look for it. Make sure to find that one for me today." Sister Han warned, then patted the arm of the beast beside her: "Go and try."

She has been around for so long, so she can see a lot of things through this slap. If it is an ordinary person, it is impossible to slap such a well-proportioned bruise.

Beast was waiting for this sentence, nodded excitedly, took off his suit, and threw it into someone's arms casually.

One of the big men with a swinging stick hurriedly took the clothes, and stood aside respectfully: "Brother Amon! Please!"

"Go away." Amon said contemptuously, but the group of big men didn't have any complaints. They shrank to the corner like rabbits, but they looked like Chen Feng, but they gloated.

Lao Song also looked at the big guy walking towards them with a face of embarrassment, fell silent for a while, patted Chen Feng on the shoulder, and said in a solemn tone:
"Brother Chen, if something happens to me, in the future...please help me take care of Jiaying!"

"What's the matter with you?" Chen Feng pushed him out dumbfounded, and he didn't know where Lao Song got so many dramas.

He glanced at Sister Han, and Zhang Xizheng said with a troubled face at the moment:
"Sister Han, it's fine if you don't have contact information, and you don't even have a face, how can I find it!"

"I'll ask for it for you." Sister Han said blankly, took out her phone and fiddled with it for a while, then looked at Chen Feng's position with great interest.

Amon walked in front of Chen Feng, and Chen Feng felt as if a shadow was shrouded above his head.

This kind of feeling makes him a little depressed. After all, he is also close to 1.8 meters. In the eyes of many people, he can barely be regarded as a tall man.

But in front of Amon, he felt as humiliated as a chicken.

"Are you ready?" Amon didn't make a sudden move, but asked solemnly.

This made Chen Feng have a good impression of this big man.

He nodded and came out with a fist pose.

Amon's eyes lit up, he let out a loud shout, separated his legs, and bowed slightly.

"Mongolian wrestling?" Chen Feng raised his eyebrows. The old man has many friends. Chen Feng remembered that there was an old man named Aida who also walked the way of Mongolian wrestling.

Amon's eyes lit up, and he nodded: "Are you ready?"

Chen Feng didn't speak any more, but just hooked his fingers towards Amon.

The provocative actions made Amon's breathing heavy, and he charged fiercely like a warrior ready to go!
I don't know if it was Chen Feng's illusion, but he felt as if he was being targeted by an angry black bear, and the whole building trembled slightly with the rhythm of Amon!
"It's a bit difficult." He muttered. Amon's arms were as thick as his own thighs. If he was hugged, even if he didn't die, he would have broken a few ribs!

Tapping the ground with his right foot, he sideways avoided Amon's loving hug, then stretched out his fist, and firmly stuck it to Amon's side waist!

bump!
There was no soft touch, Chen Feng only felt as if he had been hit by a wall, which was extremely hard.

"Practice even the side waist?" Chen Feng clicked his tongue, and took a few steps back in embarrassment, avoiding Amon's sweeping arm.

Mongolian wrestling only trains agility and body weight. Amon's physical fitness can be said to be a feast for God!

But this guy is too dark, he even exercises his waist and abdomen!
"Hey." Amon's whisper sounded silly, but his movements were extremely flexible. He rushed towards Chen Feng again, but Chen Feng's figure was still erratic.

But the location of the living room is too small, no matter how much he dodges, it is impossible to go beyond this range.

Amon suddenly turned into a detective, finally!He grabbed Chen Feng's arm!
"caught you!"

(End of this chapter)