Chapter 88

Fu Chen and Yan Wangchuan met for the first time, and they were caught with pigtails, so they took a serious look at him.

From the meeting to now, there is not a trace of ripples in his eyes.

Suit appropriate, white shirt buttons meticulously tied to the collar, smart, gray suit, coat open, no tie, less serious.

The expression is scarce and extremely cold.

He is not snobbish and philistine, but has a kind of gentle literati temperament.

When he looked at Fu Shen, his sight was sharp, just like an eagle falcon.

Fu Chen checked the Qiao family and found that there was no such person as Yan Wangchuan in his close relationship. If he knew, he would have made preparations.

Soon Shifang knocked on the door and offered the packed food, but Qiao Aiyun didn't have much appetite. Yan Wangchuan looked at her and didn't move her chopsticks from beginning to end.

"Thank you for tonight, elder martial brother." Qiao Aiyun hesitates and opens his mouth. When he sees such an embarrassing scene, he always can't face him calmly.

"I've been in Yuncheng recently. You have a rest. If you have something to look for me, the phone hasn't changed." Yan Wangchuan didn't stay much and got up to leave.

"Uncle Yan, I'll see you off." Song Feng got up late.

"Don't send me. I'm just going to leave. I'll go with him." Fu Chen stood up leisurely. There was a surge of undercurrent just now. He had to test whether he was an enemy or a friend.

**

Yuncheng Hospital of traditional Chinese Medicine

When song Jingren came in, even the doctors and nurses were startled.

His face was so bloody that he could hardly see his facial features clearly. His clothes were covered with dust and blood. He was in a mess, followed by several policemen in uniform.

"Doctor, you save him, save my father..." Jiang Fengya followed all the way, tears never stopped.

"I know. Don't cry." Because she was wearing a dress and covered with pearls, the nurse couldn't help looking more.

"Don't cry." Song Jingren has been in great pain, she cried upset, "I'm not dead!"

Jiang Fengya stopped crying and breathed.

"Xiao Zhang." Song Jingren was carried on a stretcher and asked Secretary Zhang to come.

"Mr. Song, what can I do for you?"

"Check for me..." his heart and lungs are like acupuncture pain, "check the man."

Yan Wangchuan, how can he have anything to do with the Qiao family.

Listen to the name is Qiao's apprentice, but he never heard Qiao Aiyun mention this person.

He has seen all of Qiao's disciples, except Qiao Aiyun's brother. They are all madmen with a common family background who are bent on carving stone and jade.

He who makes jade destroys his life, plays with stone for three generations.

Some of them do not marry and have children all their lives. They are all bent on jade. Some of them even live in a small house with two bedrooms and one living room, but they are willing to spend more than 100000 yuan on jade raw materials.

The brothers of the Qiao family are all proud of the craftsmen. They don't look up to song Jingren. They have nothing to do with each other.

Including the elder brother-in-law of the Qiao family, five apprentices, song Jingren, have met, but Yan Wangchuan is the only one.

Where did it come from!

Nanjiang Yan family represents jewelry wealth.

If he knew that her family had such a relationship with the Yan family, how could he

**

On the other side

Fu Chen and Yan Wangchuan did not return to the hotel, but found a nearby 24 business cafe to sit down.

There was no politeness and the atmosphere was freezing.

Shifang squats not far away. He's very strong.

"I'll go. In the middle of the night, two big men don't sleep and run to the coffee shop to look at each other? What's so special about not talking? This is to suffocate me. "

"Dute has been looking at each other for more than ten minutes. People who don't know think they are in love with each other."

Sitting opposite him is Yan Wangchuan's secretary. He is drinking a Mocha with his head down. When he hears this, he almost spurts out his coffee.

"Are these two going to sit like this all night?"

Fu Chen was the first to say, "Mr. Yan, you know all about me, and I don't beat around the bush. What do you want?"

"Stay late." Yan Wangchuan's voice is quite different from Fu Chen's, one is melting snow and frying tea, the spring breeze passing through his ears, the other is the empty valley and spring singing, the vicissitudes of life passing through his ears.

Fu Chen smiles, straight in, direct enough.

"The reason."

"Late is the third year of senior high school. Puppy love affects study."

"I can wait."

"You live in a complex environment and get hurt at night."

"I will protect her."

"You are old!"

When Yan Wangchuan said this, he felt like a sword stabbing his heart. Fu Shen said with a faint smile, "now there are many people who are ten or twenty years away from each other. Besides, I'm only nine years away from her, but it's Mr. Yan..."

"You've come all the way from Nanjiang, and you don't even care to hurt others for Aunt Yun's sake. How bad the influence is when things get out like you. I don't have to say much. What are you doing for?"

Yan Wangchuan looked at him with a cold look.

"You..." Fu Chen took a sip of coffee, "like aunt Yun."

It's not a question of speculation, it's an affirmation.

"Mr. Yan, we all hoped that their mother and daughter would be good and should not be enemies."

Yan Wangchuan rubbed his coffee cup with his fingers, looking pale and cold. "It's really the Fu family. They were caught in a pigtail. They were not scared. They tried to unite with me?"

"We have the same goal. Why not?"

Fu Chen said with a smile, "according to the present situation, we can help each other, don't you think?"

Yan Wangchuan looked at Fu Chen and got 12 words of evaluation

Young and mature, deep in mind

The old and the cunning.

Even if we cooperate, we still have to guard against it.