"Death is mine."

The man's tone was dull, like the cold wind of early winter, and his heart was piercing.

Qianjiang made a sharp move, and he was ruthless, and every blow was towards the deadliest place.

"Stop!" Jiang Fengya hurriedly ran over to protect him.

Qianjiang didn't hit the woman, so he stopped.

"Dad, how are you ......" Jiang Fengya was so anxious that tears fell straight down, his face was covered with blood, his eyes were blue, and the corners of his mouth were cracked, completely losing his former look.

Song Jingren has lived for so long, he is usually at home, and he has been served by people for food and clothing, where has he suffered this crime, looking at a few people not far away.

Yan Wangchuan was bowing his head to help Song Fengwan check the scratches on his palm, obviously an old acquaintance.

"Qiao Aiyun, you actually brought a helper, why don't you wait for me, I won't let you go!"

He hysterically shouted threats.

Yan Wangchuan glanced at him, this person's gaze was too aggressive, as deep as a well, like a sharp dagger, which could cut her inch by inch, making him numb and creepy.

Qiao Aiyun happened to be on the other side of Song Fengwan, bowing her head and asking where she was injured, these three people fought side by side, but it was a bit of a family.

"Let's go to the hospital and deal with it." Song Fengwan's palm was embedded with some sand and stones, and mottled wounds were all over the palm.

"Hmm." Song Fengwan nodded.

"Let's go." Yan Wangchuan pointed to his car not far away and motioned for the two to go with him.

"I'll tell you Qiao Aiyun, this matter is not over, heh-I knew that you had a man outside, restless at home, thinking about going out to work all day, you just went out to find this concubine......"

Song Jingren was furious, spoke harshly, and spoke hurtfully.

Rao is telling himself, don't be angry, Qiao Aiyun is still trembling with anger.

“…… Don't say anything, you still want my property, I tell you, the door is ...... Whew-" Song Jingren was half-kneeling on the ground, but before he finished speaking, he was kicked on the shoulder.

The whole person went straight back, Jiang Fengya couldn't help but be weak, and couldn't support him at all, but retreated a few steps back in order to protect himself.

"Go on." Yan Wangchuan's eyes were cold, and he was cold to the bone.

"Who the hell are you?" Song Jingren had never seen this man at all.

Yan Wangchuan didn't speak, raised his foot and continued to kick him, Song Jingren screamed in pain.

People don't talk much.

It's all dried.

If he hadn't said these words, Qiao Aiyun might have persuaded him, but at this moment, he was really hurt and looked at him coldly, only to feel as miserable as eating Coptis chinensis.

Yan Wangchuan had enough, took out a box of business cards from his pocket and threw one to him.

"My name is Yan Wangchuan, and I have something to do."

Song Jingren was beaten so much that he couldn't open his eyes, and he was even more panting when he spoke, half dead.

Qianjiang kept looking at him, listening to him report his home, and was stunned for a moment.

Nanjiang Yan's family?

Their family is made of high-end jewelry and jade, and they have no relationship with Fu Shen's business, Yan Wangchuan has only heard of it, but has never seen it.

This man is in his forties, unmarried, very low-key, and is said to be not good at words, so he rarely goes out to socialize.

The old man of the Qiao family plus his own son, five apprentices, all of whom have changed their characters, can be seen from the name alone What is the origin of the Qiao family.

Song Jingren heard the name, his pupils dilated, and he didn't dare to say anything in horror.

Yan Wangchuan glanced at Jiang Fengya, and suddenly stretched out his hand towards her.

Jiang Fengya looked confused, but looking at Song Jingren's reaction, she also knew that this person was not easy to mess with, especially those eyes, which were so cold that people trembled.

“…… What, what? ”

"On the neck." Yan Wangchuan had a straight face, looking extremely difficult to get along with.

Jiang Fengya was so trembling that she took off the necklace and handed it to him, Yan Wangchuan took the necklace and threw it to his secretary, "It's dirty, wash it well." ”

The secretary lowered his eyes and looked at it, isn't this the manuscript paper given by Young Master Qiao a few years ago, and the necklace that his family customized?

Yan Wangchuan turned around and looked at Qiao Aiyun, "Let's go, send Wanwan to the hospital." ”

After the group left, Secretary Zhang came out of the room and helped Song Jingren up with Jiang Fengya.

"Dad, they're too much."

"Shut up!" Song Jingren was furious, "If it weren't for you, how could I end up in this field, and I couldn't even hold it by a man." ”

Jiang Fengya was directly stunned, he wasn't like this before.

"Mr. Song, do you want to call the police?" Secretary Zhang asked in a low voice.

"It's not enough to report the police." The ugliness of the family should not be publicized.

"Then I'll call you an ambulance."

As soon as Secretary Zhang's voice fell, a siren sounded not far away, accompanied by red and blue rotating lights, which were obviously coming from this side.

"Why are the police here!" Song Jingren was angry.

"I ...... I just called the police. Jiang Fengya said timidly.

"I'm going to be killed by you sooner or later!" If Song Jingren hadn't been beaten so much that he couldn't lift his hands, he really wanted to slap her.

This unlucky thing, do you think he's not ashamed enough?

**

West China Hotel in Cloud City

Fu Shen looked down at his phone, the corners of his mouth pursed, as if he was dyed with a layer of wind and frost, very cold.

All of them are messages from Qianjiang.

……

Fu Shen made a direct phone call, and Qianjiang briefly told him what had happened, and his eyes became more and more dark.

"How's it going over there?"

"Ms. Qiao and Mr. Yan are taking notes and recording confessions at the police station, Miss Song is treating her wounds in the hospital, and the police are questioning her inside, and when it is over, I will send her back to the hotel directly."

"Deliberately hurt people, no bail, let him go in for a few days, and ......" His throat sank a little, "Give me a good look at that Yan Wangchuan." ”

The appearance of this point is obviously not accidental.

**

Yuncheng Yueran Hotel

The hotel where Song Feng stayed late was very close to the hospital, she had just returned to her room to rest, her mind was in a mess, and she was about to call to ask about the situation at the Qiao Aiyun Police Station, when the doorbell rang......

"Who?" It was past eleven o'clock at night.

No one answered, but the doorbell kept ringing.

She walked over to the door and looked a little cautiously through the cat's eye......

It's Fu Shen.

------Off topic------

Senior brother is really a ruthless person, and he uses it directly, haha~

The third master was distressed, and came to send warmth in the middle of the night......

However, the live broadcast mode of Qianjiang's reporting work will be beaten by the third master sooner or later, haha

**

The last day of this round of PK, the results should be available at noon or in the afternoon, and then ask for a collection, message, ticket, and reward~

I'm in a mixed mood right now, and I'm waiting for the most grinding results(╥_╥)

This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint!