Chapter 84

Qiao Aiyun's bodyguard was originally used to make a scene for his courage. When he left the Song family, he let those people go back, while Qianjiang, the only one who came with him, drove to one side.

When song Jingren came out, his mother and daughter were standing at the door.

As the crowd fades away, the leaves on the ground and the colorful strips of fireworks crisscross, indicating that there was a grand meeting here.

"Ai Yun, late -" Song Jingren trotted over, his clothes were messy, and his face had bloody fingerprints. He was very embarrassed and grinned at them.

"What do you want?" Qiao Aiyun looks at him.

He was laughing, hypocritical and disgusting.

"I want to have a good talk with you." This tone obviously softened a lot.

"You have something to say to my lawyer." Qiao Aiyun takes song Fengwan to the parking lot.

"Ai Yun --" Song Jingren has lost face tonight, and naturally ignores the face problem.

On the one hand, he wanted to find out if the Qiao family was really involved with the Fu family. On the other hand, he also wanted to stabilize her. Now the division of the company is a fatal blow to him.

Seeing that she was going, he was in a hurry and took her arm.

Qiao Aiyun turned back and couldn't get rid of it. Her face was cold in a moment. "Song Jingren, I'm not polite if you do this again."

The arm seems to be bound by something disgusting and sticky, and the whole body is half cold.

"I just want to talk to you alone," Song Jingren said. Instead of letting go, he held on more tightly.

"We've made it very clear what you want." Song Fengwan never thought that his father had just clamored to divorce his mother, and now he could drag her shamelessly.

"It's between us adults. You're a child."

Song Fengwan just started to try to pull them apart, but he didn't want song Jingren to reach out and push her away.

After this night, his mentality collapsed and he didn't pay attention.

Song Fengwan never thought that he would push himself hard. He staggered and fell to the ground. He subconsciously propped up his hands and broke her palm in an instant.

"Song Jingren, you are such a jerk!" Qiao Aiyun was in a hurry and kicked him.

A scratch of his finger left a blood mark on his neck.

Song Jingren is also angry. He grabs her and pulls her into the room.

Men and women are different. Qiao Aiyun can't break free. She clenches her teeth and makes a sudden effort. Song Jingren doesn't catch her. Due to inertia, she plummets back

"Ma." Song Fengwan quickly got up and ran, but it was too late for her.

Qiao Aiyun's heart is anxious and afraid. It seems that she is doomed to be thrown this evening. She is not young. She falls suddenly and has to go to the hospital for a few days.

But the expected pain didn't happen.

Fall into a person's arms, some hard, the back of the brain do not know what to knock, pain numb, but compared with the fall, this is nothing.

The man was hit by her and stepped back, holding his arm tightly, his chest heaved heavily and his breathing was very urgent.

If you fall to the ground

The man's face became more and more sad. He was still holding someone in his arms and gave song Jingren a hard kick.

"Well -" Song Jingren didn't really want to push her. When he wanted to pull her, it was too late.

He wanted to see the situation. Suddenly, the man gave him a kick in the stomach.

He was so strong that he was kicked to the ground and sweated in pain.

Qiao Aiyun was so angry that she shivered. She looked up at the man holding her. Her lips trembled. How could it be him?

When she lost someone in front of her acquaintances, she was even more ashamed to see him.

The man helped her and went straight to song Jingren. He bent down and started!

Holding on to song Jingren's tie, he was so strong that he dragged him from the ground and punched him in the face.

He loosened his fingers, clenched them and twisted them. Without waiting for him to resist, he became firm again.

"Who are you?" Song Jingren was beaten out of strength.

"Calm down, sir." The secretary who rushed to one side was directly stunned and hurried to persuade him.

I'll go. It's just two punches. How can I be hit with eyes and mouth tilted.

If you go on fighting, you'll have to get into the game.

The man released his hand, and just about to turn around, he caught a glimpse of song Fengwan's bloody palm, turned his head, and put another foot in front of him. He didn't feel good and stepped on his arm directly.

Song Jingren couldn't move because of the pain. He was lying on the ground humming.

At the moment, Qianjiang drives over and looks at the situation, as if he has guessed something.

"Sir, someone is coming. Please let go." The secretary is in a hurry. There's a limit to beating people.

The man stepped back two steps. As soon as song Jingren gasped, he was pulled up by another force.

Qianjiang is also a ruthless hand. The place that the man has hit is a fist.

He would drive a car, and he would dare to hurt song Fengwan.

He is a practitioner. He can hear the crack of bone from the fist to the flesh.

The servants and security guards of the Song family were stunned, and no one dared to speak until Jiang Fengya rushed out.

"What are you doing? I'm going to call the police."

"Keep fighting. I'll be dead." The man who hasn't spoken for a long time opens his mouth.

The tone is deep and cold.

Song Fengwan had the time to look at the people who came out of thin air. He was stunned for a few seconds. The light was too dark. He didn't dare to confirm his identity for a moment. This is not

Yan Wangchuan, grandfather's apprentice, uncle's elder martial brother.