Beware the Appearing Cute Wife!-Chapter 71 - 72, Is it useful to shout for help

71: 72, Is it useful to shout for help?

71: 72, Is it useful to shout for help?

An Xiaoyu never expected that this guy would actually launch a sneak attack on her, and tickle her to boot.

An Xiaoyu dodged around, but under his devilish claws, she simply couldn’t escape.

“Haha…

Shen Yufeng, stop it…

It’s so ticklish…”

Shen Yufeng snorted.

“Now you beg for mercy?

Too late!”

Nowadays, An Xiaoyu still had no immunity to Qin Zixiao.

When Qin Zixiao left, the expression on her face was clearly one of loss.

Just thinking about that scene at the elevator door, there seemed to be a thorn piercing Shen Yufeng’s heart.

But hearing her laughter, the anger that Shen Yufeng had been holding in his belly was instantly released in its entirety.

And An Xiaoyu was still struggling and begging for mercy.

Shen Yufeng’s eyes instantly darkened like ink.

“Shen Yufeng, stop it…

Don’t mess around anymore…

My stomach hurts.”

Shen Yufeng suddenly grabbed her hand.

An Xiaoyu was taken aback.

“You…”

Her tongue was somewhat twisted, making it difficult for her to speak clearly.

Yet Shen Yufeng laughed.

“I haven’t settled today’s score with you yet!”

“What score?”

An Xiaoyu was somewhat puzzled; when had she provoked him again?

“Do I need to remind you what you said to Fu Ziran at the club before?

You said, I almost crushed you to death.”

An Xiaoyu’s memory instantly returned.

So that’s it, Shen Yufeng had been lying in wait for her here!

“I…”

She was about to retort, but then she heard Shen Yufeng’s low chuckle.

He leaned in and whispered in her ear, “You pinned such a huge frame on me, wouldn’t I be badly wronged if I didn’t?!”

“…”

An Xiaoyu was truly dumbfounded.

Fu Ziran, that guy, had deliberately twisted her words; she did not expect that he had dug a hole and buried her in it!

“If I don’t make it real, how can I live up to the big frame you put on me?”

An Xiaoyu was astonished, she looked up at Shen Yufeng, but saw the fiery-hot gaze in his eyes.

In that moment, her heart thumped wildly, losing its rhythm.

What does Shen Yufeng want to do?

An Xiaoyu took a deep breath.

“I timidly ask, if I were to call for help, would it make any difference?”