Chapter 173

It's already two o'clock in the morning. Jiang Li is in a state of deep sleep. When he sits up, he is still confused, but he is completely sobered by Zhan Qiyou's slap.

Zhan Qiyou Tieqing has a handsome face, whose expression is cruel and cruel beyond his age.

He felt numb in the palm of his hand, but he didn't cherish it with any regret. His eyes were a little cruel and cold: "I'm crazy? Jiang Li, I'd like to ask you, are you crazy and don't want to live? "

Jiang Li couldn't understand what he was talking about at all. His brain slowly woke up and there was no rage.

She grabbed the pillow of the bed and smashed it at the man in front of her.

"You're sick, Zhan Qiyou. I dare to beat me. Believe it or not, I tell my father. You dare to fight me. Please look in the mirror. I'm the daughter of the president today. You're just a not very favored son of Zhan. You want to cling to me. I think you're out of your mind."

Jiang Li said everything about this, which was probably the result of being mad.

Otherwise, even if she was dissatisfied with Zhan Qiyou, she would never say it. She always pretended to be gentle and submissive. At least, she always showed the same hatred and hatred with Zhan Qiyou, and would never disobey the meaning of Zhan Qiyou.

At this moment, however, her white and tender hand covers her battered cheek.

The skin was burning like a fire, stinging hot.

Zhan Qiyou was speechless. He sat on the sofa with his legs folded and lit a cigarette.

Then he sneered coldly: "come on, Jiang Li, you can't help saying what you have in mind. Look at me, huh? Think I'm up to you? Do you know that sometimes you are really funny, like a stupid bitch living in a halo, you don't really want to climb my second uncle. My second uncle won't look at you. In the eyes of a man like my second uncle, you are not as good as a dog on the road. "

Don't wait for Jiang Li to talk back.

Zhan Qiyou continued: "Cheng Jiaming has an accident. He and his brothers who don't want to die tie Jiang Mian and cotton in the box of the nightclub. I don't know what they have done. It's necessary to move. Now my second uncle knows it. With my understanding of the second uncle, it's the lightest thing to break his hand and foot. I'm afraid even Cheng's family will be turned upside down. Jiang Li, I'm afraid you're not afraid? "

When Jiang Li heard the name Cheng Jiaming, he straightened unconsciously.

But she tried to cover up her emotions and pretended impatiently, "isn't Cheng Jiaming your friend? What's the matter with me when he molested ginger, cotton and cotton? Why should I be afraid?"

Zhan Qiyou snuffed out the smoke, the voice line was cold, without any emotion.

"You're not afraid, are you? Cheng Jiaming has told me all the things you encouraged him to find someone to turn to. Once these words reach my second uncle, what do you think the second uncle will do with you? Will he also find a group of men to come to you, eh?"

The quarrel was too loud and the door was not closed.

Li Shengyuan in her nightgown knocked on the door suspiciously: "what are you doing in the middle of the night?"

……

At this moment, the war chief is sitting at his desk.

In front of him is a real-time video transferred from his private box.

He is nearly 30 years old, and he is in a high position. I haven't seen any big waves.

He has long been used to the calm, happy and angry in color.

But at this time because of this video, his hands were shaking with anger.

He reclosed his computer and went to the little woman's room