It's over, it's over!

We're going to suffer!

They didn't expect it! The boy who didn't seem to have any background at all!

It turned out to be someone from the district chief's family!

Don't say anything during interrogation!

Okay now! I almost even got into it!

The director glared fiercely at the deputy director.

If it weren't for the district chief here, he would have thought that this brainless person would have fought directly!

It's not good to offend someone!

Offend so many people who are bigger than themselves!

He's going to die himself!

Hit him!

Didn't he just go out of the province and have a meeting!

Woowoowoo......

**

Full River Moon.

When Song Zhilan's call came, Jiang Si was watering the mandala flowers he raised.

On the side, the little fox was leaning against the soft collapse, lazily basking in the sun.

Xiao Tuanzi helped his uncle weed.

His uncle didn't have any other hobbies.

I like to raise some flowers and plants like the elderly, especially mandala.

Xiao Tuanzi didn't think the flower looked very good.

It wasn't until he looked up the meaning of the flower that he reluctantly accepted it.

After all, his uncle was indeed not a normal person.

Mandala Flower: Represents Infernal Love and Revenge, Represents Unpredictable Death and Love.

Xiao Tuanzi wielded a small pink shovel, squatting diligently to make an emotionless weeding machine for his uncle.

The maid ran over with a stumbling eye, "Young Master, your phone." ”

Jiang Si bent down slightly, just finished the water at this time, and was about to prune the green leaves.

He went out with a free hand.

The maid respectfully helped him put the phone in his hand.

Jiang Si swiped the answer button.

I put it to my ear.

"Where are you?" Over there, Song Zhilan's voice was a little anxious.

Jiang Si observed this mandala, well, it was already budding.

"Home. ”

"Something happened!" Song Zhilan hurriedly said, "You want me to take care of that little ghost, and I'm in prison!"

Click.

The red, budding mandala, withered, fell from under his scissors and fell to the ground.

Xiao Tuanzi was stunned.

What happened to his uncle?

He actually cut his favorite flower?!

"I'll be right there. Jiang Si hung up the phone, and put the scissors directly to the side.

Xiao Tuanzi stood up brandishing a small pink shovel.

He wanted to ask his uncle what was going on, and he was in such a hurry.

But......

He didn't dare.

The little fox on the side also stood up and stared at the direction Jiang Si left for a while.

Xiao Tuanzi waved at it with a small pink shovel, "Woo." ”

The little fox didn't even look at him, continued to lie down, and fell asleep proudly.

Xiao Tuanzi: "?"

He's unworthy again, is he?

Believe it or not, he shoveled it to death.

Hum.

**

It didn't take long for Ran Xiaochen to lead Lin Shuo away.

The Jiang family also sent someone over.

Or came with guns and elite convoys.

Today.

The whole game was very lively.

It was not easy to send away a great god in a thousand ways.

At this moment, there is another big guy who is even more difficult to mess with!

The director said that if it weren't for his strong heart.

Today, he has to choke to death here!

In Jiangcheng, no one is not afraid of the Jiang family.

Not to mention, Jiang Cheng is named after their family.

Their wealth is not just the richest man in Jiangcheng.

When the director was invited to attend the Hatosu meeting, he was fortunate enough to hear about it.

The biggest leader behind the scenes of Hatosu.

It's also the Jiang family!

You know, those who sit in this position, more or less, have to line up with black and white.

The international situation is divided.

Holographic, Quanmeng, Jiuzhou, as well as international, international, criminal, and police.

[Little Er: Do you have the kind of little angel who has been with you for a long time and pays silently without asking for anything in return? And there are several. It may be that I'm older, and I always feel a little guilty when I recently read the historical book review records of old fans. 】