Chapter 175

Huamao Hotel

Yan Wangchuan stood there, standing in awe, soughing like the cool wind.

A group of reporters looked at each other. For a moment, no one dared to ask questions, until a male reporter stood up and said, "Mr. Yan, are you the general manager of Yan Ji jewelry?"

Yan Wangchuan took a look at him, his eyes were open, and he didn't hide from the camera.

"And a second one called Yan Wangchuan?"

The reporter stopped talking and laughed awkwardly.

How to interview?

There's no way to take the next sentence.

Another reporter jumped out and said, "well... What's your relationship with Ms. Qiao?"

"Brother and sister."

There are few people who know that Yan Wangchuan Shicheng Qiao is old. Others don't know such words, but he doesn't lie in public.

All of a sudden, no one mentioned it. It's not surprising that the Qiao family has such a social relationship. It's not surprising that the Fu family wants to marry song Fengwan.

This Qiao family may be a treasure, and the relationship is always unexpected.

The Yan family is originally a jewelry maker. It's not surprising to learn from Qiao family.

"So now you are simply brothers and sisters?" The reporter began to gossip.

"I'm not obliged to answer your personal questions."

Another journalist was killed.

It's too hard to interview.

Yan Wangchuan stretched out his hand, pulled his sleeve and loosened his cufflinks. "We have known each other for more than 30 years. We know that she is in trouble. Come and have a look at the situation? Is that a problem? "

"Since she got married, we haven't seen each other for more than 20 years. The last time we met was after the wedding banquet. We had seven meals, five times outside, in the restaurant, and I can tell you the time. You can check it out."

"The other two times, in the house she currently rents, there are younger generation present."

"She and I don't have any crossing. The monitoring of the restaurant and the community can be checked. When I go in and out with her, and whether I hide and hide, it's clear."

"We're all right. If we have an affair, we won't cover it up at all. We went to the most crowded restaurant and opened it up for people to take pictures of."

In fact, when Yan Wangchuan appeared, everyone thought that the wild man's remarks were ridiculous.

Before the Internet, it was once said that he was a little white face who was kept by Qiao Aiyun, and it was even more ridiculous that Yan Family's property didn't take much effort to buy the whole song family.

Song Jingren has now tumbled up from the ground.

"It's against the law to meet old friends, be secretly photographed, violate my privacy, and expose my photos with others."

"If it's unnecessary, I won't say more. I've called the police and sent someone to start a comprehensive investigation."

"Those who maliciously spread rumors, illegally follow up and secretly take photos should be held accountable to the end."

Yan Wangchuan was full of confidence from the beginning to the end. He spoke strictly and decently.

And just now Song Jingren hysterical, want a woman to start madman appearance, formed a strong contrast.

"You are still in charge. Dare you say you don't have any idea about Qiao Aiyun?" Song Jingren opened his mouth to talk, involving facial nerves, and his expression was distorted by pain.

Yan Wangchuan took a look at him.

"You are all going to divorce. Who does she associate with, who does she eat with, and what does it matter to you?"

Song Jingren's brain exploded with a buzz.

"We're not divorced. She's still my wife."

"So? Are you going to abuse her in front of so many people? "

Song Jingren laughed with anger.

"Who was the one who was beaten? How can I deal with domestic violence? "

"You deserve it."

Qiao Aiyun was still worried, and was directly amused by his words.

Elder martial brother, don't be so serious and tell the truth at this time, OK?

"Yes, I deserve it." Song Jingren reaches out his hand and rubs his waist. Damn it, old wounds are not healed and new ones are added. He and this man, the cliff is a crime in life.

"Well, you just know." Yan Wangchuan added.

Song Jingren was so angry that he rushed up and beat him.

But he knew in his heart that there was a great disparity between them. If he rushed over, Yan Wangchuan cliff would take advantage of this opportunity to beat him again.

He can't be humiliated any more.

Everyone was silly.

Where did the man come from? Song Jingren's words just now were so angry that he didn't know what to say. Why did you answer him? Is this to annoy him?

"Yan Wangchuan, you..." Song Jingren gritted his teeth.

"I'll go back and wait for the lawyer's letter. If I refuse, I'll send it myself."

Everyone looked at each other, can only say that at the moment just momentum, song Jingren won.

He just stood upright, not afraid of other people taking photos, not afraid of other people investigating

"As a man, I hope you can be tough and say what you want. You're really mean and mean."

"In front of so many people, I don't think it's the elder husband's doing that to a woman who used to be her own wife, who is biting each other or even pressing each other step by step."

"How powerful are you to bully a woman? Or do you want to force her like this to satisfy your dirty and twisted psychology? "

……

Qiao Aiyun looks up slightly and stares at Yan Wangchuan's back. His shoulders are very wide. The light comes, and the shadow formed by his body covers her.

She never knew. He was talking.

I've known him for so long, and I've talked so much to him for the first time.

In the face of Yan Wangchuan's accusation, song Jingren is unable to refute. The voice of disdain at the bottom becomes more and more fierce. He bites his teeth

"You've said all the good things. Who knows what you've done behind your back?"

"You may not understand that they had an engagement, so they were together? Just eating and chatting? "

"Maybe you two are just chatting, even if you are covered with quilts!"

Yan Wangchuan fingers tight, "do you want to die?"

Qiao Aiyun saw that he looked wrong, reached out and grabbed his hand, "you tell him what to do, right and wrong, we all know."

"I believe that after tonight's event, we have a sufficient understanding of his character."

"What's the credibility of what he said? Why are you angry about him? "

Song Jingren looked at the hands they seemed to hold together. His eyes were congested and he was so angry that he vomited blood.

"Let's go, let's go --" Qiao Aiyun was afraid that he would be angry and make some drastic moves.

Clearly more than 40 people, how can not control the mood like a child?

It's heartbreaking.

If she achieves her goal tonight, it will be OK. She believes that justice is in the heart of the people. We already know that.

If you tear with him here, if he makes trouble without reason, no one can help it. It's too much.

As soon as Qiao Aiyun leaves and the security guards withdraw, song Jingren is immediately surrounded by reporters. The reporters push and crowd, and some people go to pick up photos and previous confession books. The scene is in a mess, as if song Jingren is going to be crushed to death.

Geng Ying directs the security and escorts Qiao Aiyun and his party.

Qiao Aiyun sees song Fengwan and Fu Shen behind the stage. He is stunned for a moment. He nods to Fu Shen and the party leaves the hotel quickly.

Fu Chen drags song Fengwan into his car, and Qiao Aiyun naturally and Yan Wangchuan have a car.

When the reporters swarmed out, the car had already sped out of the hotel garage

Qiao Aiyun breathes a long sigh of relief, subconsciously reaches out to fiddle with messy hair, only to find that Yan Wangchuan still clings to her hand.

She frowned slightly.

Just now, she was too anxious. She trotted all the way. Yan Wangchuan was serious and slow. She was worried that the reporter would rush over and hold his hand, but she didn't let it go. It was all in the car. How could he

His hands are big, and there are many cocoons in the palm, which are hot and hot.

Qiao Aiyun heart jump, fingers move twice, trying to break free, someone looked down at the hands of the two people, firmly.

"Elder martial brother?"

Yan Wangchuan looks at her with a cold face.

"Hands... Can be released." Qiao Aiyun was slightly embarrassed.

Yan Wangchuan's hands are all sweaty.

It's like soaking in water.

Qiao Aiyun was sweating on his hands. She pulled the tissue to wipe her hands and handed him another one. "Elder martial brother, thank you for today."

"It should be." Yan Wangchuan took the tissue and wiped the palm of her hand as she did.

He was rough, sweaty palms, soon dry, where need special wipe.

There was a strange silence in the carriage.

Geng Ying sat in the co driver and searched the news comments on the Internet. All of them supported Qiao Aiyun on one side. This divorce case is stable.

"By the way, Mr. Yan, are you going to sue song Jingren for lack of a lawyer?" How could Geng Ying miss this opportunity to make money.

Yan Wangchuan pick eyebrows, "I have a professional team of lawyers."

"Oh." Geng Ying's mouth is shriveled. He's very good. He's a team player.

Yan Wangchuan looked at Qiao Aiyun again, "my lawyers are all men."

Qiao Aiyun almost vomited blood, she did not ask this, why suddenly explain.

"Is it true that you just said that you remember the restaurant and the time of your meal? Those reporters will definitely want these things when they go back. It's not easy to fool them. " Geng Ying's tongue.

"Yes, I remember what I ate." Yan Wangchuan tone is still indifferent to no feelings.

"You have a good memory?"

"Not good."

"That..." Geng Ying was curious. Who would deliberately remember this kind of thing? It's just time restaurant, even the dishes?

"I will remember things that are important to me more clearly."

Qiao Aiyun suddenly felt ashamed and flustered.

Who said he was stupid.

But then he said, "I took the ticket, I can't remember it wrong."

"Puchi -" Geng Ying is about to laugh. Emma, this elder martial brother is absolutely a treasure.

Qiao Aiyun takes a deep breath. He doesn't speak love words, but he speaks too directly? At this time, it's OK not to mention the ticket. What do you do with it?

"Mr. Yan, are you just Ms. Qiao's elder martial brother?" Geng Ying has some gossip.

Yan Wangchuan looked at her with a clear expression

That's not what you should know.

Qiao Aiyun looks out of the window, and the wrist that he just hit is still painful. It's deadly.

But when she tore her face completely, there was an indescribable sense of relief in her heart.

**

On the other side

"... my name is Yan Wangchuan..."

As soon as the words came out, a Jaguar, which was speeding on the road, tilted, skidded out an elegant curve on the wide road, and then drove straight

Josiyan gripped the steering wheel with his fingers and took a cool breath. Fortunately, there was no one or car on the road at this point.

Even if the car is rickety, the man sitting in the co driver is holding the mobile phone in one hand and playing with the carving knife in the other.

The knife between his fingers tilts to one side. When his fingers hook, the knife cuts through the air, slides out an elegant arc, and then falls on his fingertips.

The belly of the finger is thick with thick cocoons. The palm of the hand is thick with old skin. There are countless wound marks

"Dad --" Josie Yan Yu Guang glanced at him.

"Drive well." He stares at the mobile phone, a little annoyed, the network is not good, a little stuck.

Josiyan was also desperate. A few months ago, his father got a few stones that he wanted to carve according to the size and texture of the stones. The stones were extremely difficult to polish. He hadn't walked out of the gate for nearly two months.

There was an accident in yutangchun in Yuncheng. The next day, some customers who received the news went to the store to ask for a statement and asked to check the jade.

Josiyan had to go to the store to stay in town. He went out for two hours. His father got wind from nowhere. When he got home, he had rushed out of the room with a knife.

Who do you want to fight with.

"Dad, calm down."

His father looked at him with a knife. "You say that again?"

"We'll go to Cloud City at once." Josiyan was a little afraid of him.

His father usually doesn't do it. If he gets upset, even his own son will die.

Originally, he wanted to book air tickets, but his father was afraid of heights, so he didn't even take a plane. He had to drive by himself.

The knife is still in hand all the way. Who is the threat.

"Dad, Uncle..." josiyan wanted to say something.

"I didn't tell you, don't disturb when you are busy?"

Josiyan turned his head, looked straight ahead and focused on driving.

After the car entered Cloud City, the etc channel of the toll station was impassable, so he had to go through the artificial channel and formed a long line. Qiao Xiyan looked at his watch, and if he waited like this, he was afraid that it would be too late to get to the hotel.

When the live broadcast is over, the co driver's man throws his mobile phone to josiyan.

"Dad, it's over... Shall I call my aunt?"

"To the Song family."

Josiyan reentered the navigation information and glanced at the man beside him. The knife in his hand was shining in the night.

"You can move your mouth and do it later. Don't move your knife."

"I'll try."

There was no sincerity in the answer.