"Gong Shao!" Fang Yi shook Gong Yichen's one hand with both hands.

This scene deeply shocked Mr. Wang, she knew Fang Yi's current identity very well, and she knew the latter's character, which could make Fang Yi respect that it was not an ordinary person.

She had been a teacher for a few years, and it was Fang Yi who taught high school, so the latter respected her very much, but this time, there seemed to be more respectful people, and they were very young.

"It seems that your high-ranking officials are useless, the lie is about to be exposed, I don't know what you think at the moment. Gong Yichen smiled and said.

"Damn, Fang Yi, who is this guy?" asked Mr. Wang with a dedignified manner.

"It's my friend and idol, Mr. Wang, you used to be a teacher and you can't lie!"

Fang Yi took a deep breath and faced everyone: "Hello everyone, I am Fang Yi, the head of Nanxin District, Xia Chongliang, chairman of Xia's Group, was imprisoned for a crime, not framed!"

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar.

"Hehe, then tell me why my husband was imprisoned?" Mr. Wang's eyes were cold, and he looked like a fish was dead and the net was broken.

"Do you love your husband so much, do you want him to be ruined?" Gong Yichen walked to Mr. Wang's side and said in a deep voice.

Mr. Wang's eyes trembled violently, it is true that if he tells the truth, it will not benefit anyone.

She didn't want to do nothing, though.

"You can make a request, if I think it's okay, the matter is over!" Gong Yichen said lightly.

"I'm angry!" Mr. Wang said with a dark face.

"Then how do you say your anger can be dissipated?" Gong Yichen asked again.

"I don't know, if it wasn't for that slut who seduced my husband, none of this would have happened. Mr. Wang's eyes were a little wandering, and he even looked a little nervous.

Gong Yichen squinted and looked out: "Do you only have one son?"

"Yes!" Mr. Wang was slightly surprised: "Why do you ask that?"

"I don't feel like you care about your husband!" Gong Yichen said amazingly.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Mr. Wang exclaimed, so that the crowd of onlookers cast surprised eyes.

She realized that she had lost her temper again, and said in a deep voice, "Can you come with me?"

"Yes!" Gong Yichen nodded, and the two of them immediately walked aside.

"What do you know?" asked Mr. Wang, looking a little nervous.

"Xia Chongliang should be inseparable from your son, your son is very sick and needs Xia Chongliang to continue his life!" Gong Yichen said the guess in his heart.

"How do you know?" Mr. Wang's face changed drastically.

"Guess!" Gong Yichen replied bluntly.

"Who are you? This is too observant, isn't it? No, no, no, you seem to be able to perceive people's hearts!" Mr. Wang's face changed greatly.

"If I can cure your son, can this matter be over?" said Gong Yichen in a deep voice.

"Yes!" Mr. Wang said without thinking.

"Okay! I know, no matter what, the contract is real, which is why I chose to help you!" Gong Yichen said lightly.

"Okay, you come with me!" Mr. Wang immediately beckoned Gong Yichen to get into the car.

"Before you get in the car, do you want to explain!" Gong Yichen replied with a smile.

"What if you can't cure it?" said Mr. Wang frowned.

"Don't you have any trust at all? You know, I won't help you cure!" Gong Yichen said lightly.

Mr. Wang dragged his cheeks, hesitated for a while and shouted to the crowd: "Xia's launch of the distribution cooperation in the South New District, my husband is wrong, I'm sorry!"

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar.

The fifth uncle's face turned green, and the backer he had just found turned against him in an instant, which really made him a little unacceptable.

The crowd gradually dispersed, after all, if there were no problems, and someone was willing to take on Mo Mai's ** contract, it would naturally be over.

Mr. Wang took Gong Yichen and soon came to the single-family villa next to the Zhongdu Municipal Square.

This is really a little surprising to Gong Yichen, after all, when you come to a city, you buy a villa, and it is still the best villa, usually this kind of situation can only be done by particularly rich people.

followed Mr. Wang to the villa, and what caught his eye was a strange young man walking in the living room.

Young people walk like zombies in a movie.

"He needs to transfuse his father's blood several times a month, otherwise he will be very stiff!" Wang sighed.

"I'll help him!" Gong Yichen took out a row of silver needles after speaking, and immediately pierced hundreds of silver needles on the young man with a flick of his fingers.

"This..."Mr. Wang looked at his son who was pierced into a hedgehog, and was suddenly very distressed.

"This is a process that must be passed!" Gong Yichen said lightly, turned around and prepared to leave after speaking.

"Wait, please stay, is that okay? Please stay!" Mr. Wang said very uneasily.

"I'll stay, your son will need to wait until tomorrow morning to see results! I can't wait that long!" Gong Yichen finished speaking and prepared to leave.

"No, you can't go, I can't tolerate any accidents!" Mr. Wang said with a dark face.

Gong Yichen frowned: "If you don't believe me, why do you still let me come?"

"I'm sorry, I just can't afford any accidents!" Mr. Wang gritted his teeth and said.

"You want to keep me forcibly. Unless it's you dreaming!" Gong Yichen also frowned.

"Then I'm sorry!" Mr. Wang took out a pistol, you must know that there is an obvious ban on guns in China, but it seems that the reason for this is to stay.

"Don't say I'm sorry, it doesn't make any sense, I'm leaving, no matter what, don't pull out the silver needle, it'll be good early the next morning!" Gong Yichen left after speaking, facing the muzzle locked by Mr. Wang, as if no one was there.

Mr. Wang's hand holding the pistol was trembling, but he never fired.

When Gong Yichen left the muzzle field of vision, he couldn't help frowning.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

The housekeeper opened the door at the signal of Mr. Wang, and it was the fifth uncle standing at the door.

"Old Five, it's good for you to come, give me a good look at my son these days!" Mr. Wang said straight to the point.

"What do you think?" the fifth uncle frowned, and said, "But Mr. Wang, will we give up?"

"Give up!" Mr. Wang's eyes were a little uneasy.

"Then give up!" The fifth uncle sighed even more unwillingly: "By the way, Mr. Wang, how did the young master become like this, how do I take care of it?"

"Take care of it normally, it should be all right tomorrow! Remember not to touch those silver needles!" Mr. Wang advised.

"Yes! The fifth uncle's voice was very loud, and he saw Mr. Wang leave, and the corners of his mouth hooked up with a sneer.

Suddenly, an opportunity lay out in front of him.

"It seems that once the silver needle loses its effect, then the hatred between Mr. Wang and the ghost press bed will quickly be established!" Thinking of this, the fifth uncle came.