Chapter 204

"I'm in good health. I can still have a baby."

Yan Wangchuan said this, Qiao Aiyun was stunned, at a loss, the seat belt instantly opened, collapsed back to the original position.

The atmosphere in the car suddenly stagnated and embarrassed.

She couldn't hold back her facial nerve and gave it a good twitch.

The ear root is a little feverish, this person is talking nonsense after all what, oneself asked him these?

And to put it so bluntly?

Rao is an age, Qiao Ai Yun is still a face red, ashamed.

Yan Wangchuan suddenly bullied her body and scared her back against the seat. He stretched out his long arm, pulled out the seat belt behind her and leaned over half of her body.

However, he was always decent. Even though he was so close, he was still polite and alienated. He maintained his due demeanor, and he never overstepped the line except for the friction of his clothes.

Pull on the seat belt and help her fasten it.

"Don't you want children?" He looked attentive and asked very seriously.

"I haven't thought about this layer yet." Qiao Aiyun is telling the truth.

A long time ago, too many things happened. Now she just wants to take good care of song Fengwan. The third year of senior high school is too important. Although she is also thinking about her relationship with Yan Wangchuan, she has never thought about her children.

Yan Wangchuan nodded, went back to his seat and drove straight to Qiao's house.

Qiao Ai Yun glanced at him, cold Su a face, facial paralysis, pursed the corners of the mouth, all taut, clenching the steering wheel fingers, slowly tightening, the blue veins on the back of the hand burst.

Obviously angry.

"Elder martial brother?" She called him tentatively.

"Well." The expression is scarce, the dull should a.

"Angry?"

"No He this tone, although as usual indifferent, Qiao Aiyun but heard a little taste of grievance.

I'm obviously angry.

Can this person not be so stuffy? Is he still angry?

"Elder martial brother, the relationship between us is not sure now..." she wanted to tell him what she was thinking. She dared to open the conversation and was blocked by someone's words.

"Are you going to repent again?" Yan Wangchuan looks serious, eyes sharp shot past, Falcon like sharp frightening.

Joe Aiyun breathed, and then he said.

"You're going to abandon me again."

She can't laugh or cry. What do you mean? Make her seem to be a fickle woman, and this tone inexplicably with grievances and complaints.

"Elder martial brother, in fact, I don't think our relationship is stable. It's too early to talk about having a baby."

Qiao Aiyun tone relaxed, want to communicate with him.

"And at my age, I'm not born if I want to? Do you know how dangerous it is to have a baby? If not, what will it really be... "

Yan Wang suddenly braked, and the car almost stuck to the road teeth, making a screeching brake sound and stopping steadily.

"There will be college entrance examination half a year later. I really don't have the mind for other things. Even if I want to have children, I have to think about it in the long run, don't you?"

They don't talk.

Qiao Aiyun sighed.

Yan Wangchuan put his hand on the handbrake, and suddenly felt a warm hand slowly covering the back of his hand, soft and warm, as if with a strange fragrance. He slowly clenched his hand, "elder martial brother, I'm right."

He was too tight to recover.

She

Holding his hand?

Qiao Aiyun saw that he was still tense face, thought he was still angry, sighed, embarrassed to take back his hand, but someone moved faster to hold her hand.

"You're all right." Yan Wangchuan's eyes were fixed on the hands they held together. His breathing was a little heavy and he felt like he couldn't breathe.

The back of his hand is wide and thick, and there is a thin cocoon on his finger belly, but it is extremely hot. The palms of his hands are all sweaty, but he grabs her and refuses to let go.

Qiao Aiyun struggled two times without success. She could only let him lead her. Her face was burning and her heart beat a little fast.

"Elder martial brother? Let's drive. "

Yan Wangchuan reluctantly released his hand and continued to drive. Qiao Aiyun glanced at him.

A person with rare expression and taciturn voice has red ears, which is not consistent with his indifferent face.

Shy?

Qiao Aiyun chuckles, and Yan Wangchuan feels that his ears are even hotter.

**

When the car is about to arrive at the villa area, a large number of reporters gather outside, and the security guard of the community guards at the door, leaving as much space as possible for vehicles to pass.

Qiao Aiyun sat up straight and looked outside, "what's the matter?"

Yan Wangchuan pursed his lips and said nothing. Although his car was a local license plate, those reporters had never seen it. They thought it was an ordinary resident in the community and didn't care. Instead, they let the car pass slowly.

When they got home, Qiao Wangbei immediately welcomed them.

"Did you meet a reporter?"

"There are a lot of reporters outside the community." Qiao Aiyun stood at the entrance, stooped to take off his shoes, "what's the matter?"

"The bank announced that it would go bankrupt and wind up the Song family." Joe looks north and picks his eyebrows.

Qiao Aiyun's fingers are slightly frozen. Qiao Aiyun has witnessed the company from a small studio to a leading enterprise in Cloud City. Now that the building collapses, how can we not let people sigh in just a few days.

When she walked into the living room, the local station of Cloud City was broadcasting the situation of song.

A large number of reporters set up machines, all blocked in front of the company. There were many debt collectors with black and white banners, most of which said "Song Jingren, return my hard-earned money". A large number of people gathered at the door of the company to collect debts.

"It's said in the news that the Song family owes a lot of money, the bank loan is not enough, and the former partners are all small enterprises. They have made things, but the balance is not settled. If the Song family goes down, their money will be wasted." Joe looked north.

Qiao Aiyun watched TV, "owe a lot of money?"

"All of the song's shippers turned back and couldn't receive payment. Naturally, they had no money to give to the suppliers. The bank loan couldn't be paid. It was a vicious circle. The gap was too big to stop." Yan Wangchuan explained, "now even if it's usury, no one dares to lend him money."

"He did it himself, and he deserved it!" Joe looked at the north and turned off the TV.

"What about the others?" Qiao Aiyun asked.

"I must have found a place to hide. Now how many people in the city are looking for him. As soon as he shows up, those suppliers will absolutely eat him up. They dare not show up." Joe looked north with disdain.

"This person did not find, the reporter just came here to block, I'm afraid I want to ask you about the situation, you don't go out recently."

"I'll pick her up in the studio in the evening so that she won't be affected."

Qiao Aiyun nodded, "where is Huaisheng?"

"Go to bed."

Qiao Wangbei had a headache when he thought of the little monk. He couldn't coax the child at all. He said to him in a good voice, don't cry. The little guy cried more ferociously.

If he had been his own son, he would have started. He was so tired that he went back to sleep.

"Then I'll help him pack up." Qiao Aiyun said and went upstairs.

Song's bankruptcy, song Jingren's situation, you can imagine, nothing, but also have to bear a large amount of debt, it is inevitable to make people sigh.

**

Jiang Fengya also saw the news of song's impending bankruptcy from the Internet, and rushed to the house song Jingren currently rented.

As soon as she opened the door, the smell of wine mixed with the pungent and choking smoke made her cough. In the smoke, she saw the man sitting on the sofa.

The TV is broadcasting the news about song. There are all kinds of papers scattered on the ground, crumpled newspapers, all kinds of wine bottles, ashtrays on the tea table full of cigarette butts, and the whole room can't get off.

Jiang Fengya groped for a long time, then turned on the light, "Dad --"

Where the lights reach, it's a mess.

Song Jingren difficult raised eyelid to see her one eye, "you come?"

Jiang Fengya walked towards him and sorted out the garbage on the ground one by one. "Even if the company is gone, as long as we work hard, everything will be there."

"Ah --" Song Jingren drank a lot of wine, holding the cigarette butt's fingers slightly trembled, and sent the cigarette butt to his mouth, "how can it be so easy."

"When the company is wound up, there are still many things to be auctioned by the bank. It should not be a problem to pay off the debts. There must be a chance to start all over again."

Jiang Fengya has known for a long time that there are still many machines in the Song family, including the Song family building, bank auction, debt repayment, and maybe a sum of money left.

Even if it's only a few hundred thousand, it's a lot of money for her.

The grant is lost. Fu Yuxiu is going abroad. Song Jingren may be able to get some money back.

"... I didn't expect that you were the last one to stay with me." Song Jingren grinned bitterly and took a sip of his cigarette.

"Those people also said that you are greedy for my money and want to climb high. It's bullshit. You are my own daughter, not like song Fengwan's heartless girl!"

Jiang Fengya looks a little unnatural. Unfortunately, song Jingren is immersed in his own emotions and never notices her abnormality for a moment.

"For so many years, I really love her in vain. Now I dare to call someone else's father. I think she's going to change her surname to Yan soon. I know that Qiao Aiyun and that man have nothing to do with each other!"

"I'm afraid they've already gone to bed behind my back, bitch!"

The more song Jingren thinks about it, the more angry he is.

"Auntie and Mr. Yan have known each other for a long time? If you don't have feelings, how can you get engaged? " Jiang Fengya whispered.

"Yes, they have no feelings. They decide what to marry. They slander me and pour dirty water on me at the press conference. I'm afraid they have colluded with each other for a long time

As long as song Jingren thought of their lunch, he was furious.

"It's normal for my sister to make friends with him. Isn't he rich? It must be good for her

On hearing this, song Jingren raised his hand and knocked over several beer bottles on the table. "I don't think that dead girl Ba Cheng is my seed. If it's not his daughter, why should Yan family treat her well?"

He was even more embarrassed when he thought that he might have helped others raise his daughter for more than ten years.

A man's self-esteem seems to be trampled under his feet.

The fear of being dominated by Yan Wangchuan came up from the bottom of my heart.

Jiang Fengya bit his lip. "Dad, don't be angry. They're divorced. It's useless to tangle with them now."

"Damn, they must have set a trap for me to jump down. The company shares are so valuable that they don't want them. It's clear that they counted me from the beginning."

Song Jingren now recalled the past things, Qiao Wangbei so determined, valuable things don't want, just want some house shop, want to divorce, and he cut off the relationship.

If you think about it carefully, it is clear that there was a premeditation.

The more I think about it, the more angry I am. I wish I could rush to their house and kill them all.

Song Jingren thinks, go straight to the door, he wants to find that pair of bitches to settle accounts.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw a middle-aged man he didn't know. His eyes were opposite. Song Jingren frowned, "who are you?"

Jiang Zhiqiang said with a smile, "ouch, I found you..."

As soon as Jiang Fengya heard his voice, she was frightened, and her heart was more than frightened. How did he come again.

**

Fu family in Yuncheng

The housekeeper is in charge of the servant. He is packing. He will go abroad in three days. Time is too tight.

Sun Qionghua, on the other hand, went out to buy gifts. He wanted to go to Qiao's house to make amends later, but he couldn't go empty handed.

Fu Shen was in his room, looking down at the Buddhist scriptures.

Qianjiang knocks on the door, "third master."

"What's the matter?"

"There's a situation."

"Well?" Fu Shen raised his eyebrows.

"Jiang Fengya's adoptive father found song Jingren. I'm afraid something will happen."

Fu Shen raised his eyelids and looked at Qianjiang, "keep a close eye on that side, inform Yan Wangchuan and let him pay attention. Song Jingren is desperate now. He is afraid that he will be forced to do something."

"Well." Qianjiang should go out.

Fu Shen lowered his head and rubbed the front page of the Sutra, which was always a little uneasy.