Chapter 85

"I'm dead."

The man's tone is heavy and sharp, just like the cold wind in early winter.

Qianjiang's moves are fierce and ruthless, and every time he moves towards the most lethal place.

"Stop it Jiang Fengya rushed to protect him.

If Qianjiang doesn't beat a woman, it's just a hand.

"Dad, how are you..." Jiang Fengya tears straight down, his face is covered with blood, his eyes are black, the corners of his mouth are cracked, and he is no longer the old look.

Song Jingren has lived for such a long time. He's always at home, and he's served for food and clothing. Where he suffered this crime, he looks at a few people not far away.

Yan Wangchuan is looking down to help song Fengwan check the scratch on the palm of his hand, which is obviously an old acquaintance.

"Qiao Aiyun, you even brought a helper. You wait for me. I won't let you go!"

He screamed and threatened hysterically.

Yan Wangchuan glanced at him. The man's eyes were too aggressive, deep as a well, like a sharp dagger, which could cut her inch by inch, making him numb and creepy.

Qiao Aiyun happens to be on the other side of song Fengwan, looking down to ask where she was injured. The three fight side by side, which is a bit of a family.

"Go to the hospital and deal with it." In the late Song Dynasty, some sand and stone were embedded in the palm of the hand, and mottled wounds were all over the palm.

"Well." Song Fengwan nodded.

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

"I tell you, Qiao Aiyun, it's not over. Ah - I knew you had a man outside. He was restless at home and wanted to go out to work all day. You just went out to find this mistress..."

Song Jingren is angry, and his words hurt people.

Rao is to tell oneself, don't be angry, Qiao Aiyun is still angry all over shiver.

"... I don't know. You still want my property. I'll tell you, the door is... Ow --" Song Jingren was half kneeling on the ground, and then he was kicked on the shoulder.

The whole person fell straight back. Jiang Fengya was so weak that he couldn't help him. Instead, he took a few steps back to protect himself.

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

"Who are you?" Song Jingren has never seen this man.

Yan Wangchuan doesn't speak and continues to kick him. Song Jingren screams in pain.

People don't talk much.

It's all dry.

If he didn't say these words, Qiao Aiyun might persuade him. At the moment, he was really hurt to death. Looking at him coldly, he just felt like eating Coptis.

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

"My name is Yan Wangchuan. Come to me if you have something to do."

Song Jingren was beaten so hard that he couldn't open his eyes. He was even more panting and half dead.

Qianjiang has been looking at him, listening to his report home, but also Leng for a while.

Nanjiang Yan family?

Their family is engaged in high-end jewelry and jade. They have no communication with Fu Chen. Yan Wangchuan has just heard of it, but never seen it.

This man is more than 40 years old and unmarried. He is very low-key. It is said that he is not good at words, so he seldom goes out to socialize.

The old man of the Qiao family, his son and five apprentices, all of them have changed their characters. We can see the origin of the Qiao family from the name alone.

When song Jingren heard the name, his pupils dilated and he was afraid to make a sound.

Yan Wangchuan Yu Guang glances at Jiang Fengya and suddenly reaches out to her.

Jiang Fengya's face is muddled, but seeing song Jingren's reaction, he knows that this person is not easy to provoke, especially his eyes, which are so cold that people tremble.

"What, what?"

"Around the neck." Yan Wangchuan looks very hard to get along with.

Jiang Fengya shivered and handed the necklace to him. Yan Wangchuan took the necklace and threw it to his secretary. "If it's dirty, wash it well."

The secretary looked down. Isn't this the manuscript given by master Qiao a few years ago and the necklace made by his family?

Yan Wangchuan turns around and looks at Qiao Aiyun, "go, send him to the hospital late."

After the party left, Secretary Zhang came out of the room and helped song Jingren up with Jiang Fengya.

"Dad, they went too far."

"Shut up Song Jingren angrily, "if it wasn't for you, how could I end up in this field, even a man can't keep it."

Jiang Fengya was shocked. He was not like this before.

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

"It's not humiliating enough to report to the police." Don't make a fool of yourself.

"Then I'll call an ambulance for you."

As soon as the voice of Zhang Mi's book fell, the sound of the police siren came not far away. With the red and blue rotating lights, it was obvious that they were coming here.

"Why are the police here?" Song Jingren is angry.

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

"I'll be killed by you sooner or later!" Song Jingren wants to slap her in the face if he can't lift his hands.

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

**

Yuncheng Huaxi Hotel

Fu Chen looked down at the mobile phone, his mouth pursed, like a layer of frost, very cold.

It's all messages from Qianjiang.

Song Jingren pushes Miss Song. She is injured

His hands are full of blood. He was sent to the hospital

When the police came, Miss Song cried

……

Fu Chen directly a phone call in the past, Qianjiang things through simple and he said, eyes color more and more heavy lie.

"What's the situation over there?"

"Ms. Qiao and Mr. Yan are taking notes and statements at the police station. Miss Song is treating the wound in the hospital. The police are asking questions inside. After a while, I'll take her back to the hotel."

"Deliberately hurt people, do not allow bail, let him go in for a few days, and..." his voice sank a bit, "give me a good look at that Yan Wangchuan."

This point is obviously not accidental.

**

Yuncheng Yueran Hotel

Song Feng's hotel is very close to the hospital. She just went back to her room to have a rest. Her mind was in a mess. She was about to call Qiao Aiyun about the police station when the doorbell rang

"Who is it?" It's now past eleven o'clock in the night.

No one answered, but the doorbell kept ringing.

She went to the door and looked carefully through the cat's eyes

It's Fu Shen.