Chapter 85 Brother Yan: People are less ruthless, just do it directly (1 more)

   "If I die, count me."

  The man's tone is calm, like the wind of early winter, biting to the bone.

  Qianjiang moves fiercely, strikes ruthlessly, and moves towards the deadliest place every time.

  "Stop it, you guys!" Jiang Fengya hurried over to protect him.

  Qianjiang didn't hit the woman, so he stopped.

   "Dad, how are you..." Jiang Fengya was so anxious that tears fell straight down. His face was covered with blood, his eyes were black and the corners of his mouth were cracked, and he did not look back at all.

  Song Jingren has lived for so long. He is usually at home and is served by people for food and clothing. Wherever he has suffered this crime, he looks at a few people not far away.

   Yan Wangchuan was looking down to help Song Fengwan check the scratches on his palms, which was obviously an old acquaintance.

   "Qiao Aiyun, you actually brought a helper, so you wait for me, I won't let you go!"

  He yelled and threatened hysterically.

   Yan Wangchuan glanced at him. This person's gaze was too aggressive, as deep as a well, like a sharp dagger, which could cut her apart inch by inch, making him numb and horrified.

  Qiao Aiyun happened to be on the other side of Song Fengwan, lowering her head to ask her where she was injured. The three of them fought side by side, and it felt like a family.

  "Go to the hospital and take care of it." Song Fengwan had some sand and stones embedded in his palms, and mottled wounds were all over his palms.

   "Hmm." Song Feng nodded late.

   "Go." Yan Wangchuan pointed to his car not far away and motioned for the two to follow him.

   "I'm telling you Qiao Aiyun, there is no end to this matter, huh-I know you have a man out there, restless at home, thinking about going out to work all day, you just go out to find this concubine...

  Song Jingren was furious, his words were bitter and mean, and the words were hurtful.

  Rao told himself, don't be angry, Qiao Aiyun is still trembling with anger.

   "...I have nothing to say, you still want my property, I tell you, the door is... 嗷——" Song Jingren was half kneeling on the ground, confiscated, and was kicked in the shoulder.

  The whole person went straight back. Jiang Fengya couldn't help but couldn't help him. Instead, he withdrew a few steps to protect himself.

   "Go on." Yan Wangchuan's eyes were cold and chilly.

   "Who the **** are you!" Song Jingren had never seen this man at all.

   Yan Wangchuan did not speak, and continued to kick him with his foot, Song Jingren screamed in pain.

  There are not many ruthless words.

   is used dry.

  If he didn't say these things, Qiao Aiyun might persuade him. At this moment, she was so sad that she was so sad that she looked at him coldly, and only felt as if she had eaten Huanglian in her mouth.

   Yan Wangchuan had done enough, took out a box of business cards from his pocket, and threw one to him.

   "My name is Yan Wangchuan, come to me if I have something to do."

  Song Jingren was beaten so that he couldn't open his eyes, and he was panting for breath, half dead.

  Qianjiang has been looking at him all the time, and he was stunned for a moment when he heard his report about his family.

  Nanjiang Yan’s family?

  They make high-end jewellery and jade, and they have no business relationship with Fu Shen. Yan Wangchuan has only heard of it, but has never seen it.

  This person is more than 40 years old. He is still unmarried and is very low-key.

  The old man of the Qiao family plus his own son, and received five disciples, all of whom were changed to the next generation. From the name alone, we can see the relationship with the Qiao family.

  Song Jingren heard the name, his pupils dilated, and he dared not make a sound in horror.

  Yan Wangchuan Yu Guang glanced at Jiang Fengya, and suddenly reached out to her.

  Jiang Fengya looked dazed, but watching Song Jingren’s reaction, she knew that this person was not easy to provoke, especially her eyes were so cold that it made the heart tremble.

   "...what, what?"

   "It's on the neck." Yan Wangchuan's face was stern, looking extremely uncomfortable.

  Jiang Fengya tremblingly untied the necklace and handed it to him. Yan Wangchuan took the necklace and threw it to his secretary, “Dirty, wash it well.”

  The secretary looked down. Isn’t this the manuscript paper that Master Qiao gave a few years ago and commissioned his family to customize the necklace?

   Yan Wangchuan turned around and looked at Qiao Aiyun, "Go, take it to the hospital later."

  After the group of people left, Secretary Zhang came out of the room and helped Song Jingren up with Jiang Fengya.

   "Dad, they are too much."

   "Shut up, you!" Song Jingren was anxious, "If it weren't for you, how could I end up in this field, even a man can't hold it."

  Jiang Fengya was shocked, he was not like this before.

   "President Song, do you want to call the police?" Secretary Zhang asked in a low voice.

   "What kind of police report it is not shameful enough." The ugliness of the family should not be publicized.

   "Then I will call you an ambulance."

   Secretary Zhang’s voice just fell, and there was the sound of police sirens not far away, accompanied by the rotating red and blue lights, obviously coming here.

   "Why are the police here!" Song Jingren became angry.

   "I...I called the police just now." Jiang Fengya said timidly.

   "I will be killed by you sooner or later!" Song Jingren would not be able to lift her up unless she was beaten, so she really wanted to give her a slap in the face.

  This unfortunate thing, do you think he is not embarrassing enough?

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  Cloud City Huaxi Hotel

  Fu Shen looked down at the phone, squeezing the corners of his mouth, as if stained with wind and frost, very coldly.

  All are messages sent by Qianjiang.

  【Song Jingren pushed Miss Song, she was injured. 】

  【The hands are full of blood and I was taken to the hospital. 】

  【The police are here, Miss Song is crying. 】

  ……

  Fu Shen made a direct phone call, Qianjiang briefly told him the story, his eyes grew darker.

   "How is the situation over there?"

  "Ms. Qiao and Mr. Yan were taking notes and confessions at the police station. Ms. Song was treating the wound in the hospital. The police were asking questions inside. After a while, I will send her back to the hotel."

  "Intentionally hurting people, not allowed to bail, let him go in for a few days, and..." His voice sank a little, "Give me a good look at that Yan Wangchuan."

The appearance of    is obviously not accidental.

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  Yueran Yuncheng Hotel

  The hotel where Song Feng stayed at night was very close to the hospital. She had just returned to the room to rest, and her mind was in a mess. She was about to call Qiao Aiyun about the police station. The room doorbell rang...

   "Who?" It was already past eleven o'clock at night.

  No one answered, but the doorbell kept on.

  She walked to the door and looked a little cautiously through the cat’s eyes...

   is Fu Shen.

  Brother is really ruthless, so he can use it directly, haha~

  San Ye feels distressed, come to send warmth in the middle of the night...

  But the live broadcast mode of Qianjiang Reporting work will be beaten by the third master sooner or later, haha

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  The last day of this round of pk, there should be results at noon or in the afternoon, please ask for collection, message, ticket, reward again~

  I am in a very complicated mood now, waiting for the results is the most grueling o (╥﹏╥) o

  (End of this chapter)