In the winter cloud city, the wind is heavy, and the lights are like day.

Song Fengwan sat in the car, the car was speeding away, the mottled neon set off her side flickering, the light was far away, her heart was a little sour, but she had a sense of relief.

When the car drove to the city center, there was a traffic jam, and her phone vibrate, "Hey, Mom." ”

"Do you still want to eat barbecue?" Qiao Aiyun thought that she was in no mood to eat because she tore her face, but she didn't expect to tear off his pseudo-face in public, which was unprecedentedly easy.

"Uncle Yan eats?"

"He doesn't care." Qiao Aiyun asked him, but he still had a rigid face, and he didn't speak for a long time, "You ask Fu Shen?" ”

Song Fengwan turned his head to look at Fu Shen, "Third Master, do you eat barbecue?" ”

Fu Shen just lifted his eyelids

"He said he ate."

Fu Shen raised his eyebrows, did he speak just now?

This girl simply helped him endorse.

"Then go to the one in the city center, the charcoal barbecue meat you like." After working all night, and everyone didn't eat all night, she called Geng Ying again and asked Song Fengwan to greet Shifang.

This flattered Shifang, and he didn't dare to swagger in front of Fu Shen, so he could only send a message to Qianjiang, saying that Qiao Aiyun had a treat to eat meat.

Qianjiang looked down at the cabbage porridge in front of him, pursed his lips, and turned off his mobile phone directly.

Fu Shen's mobile phone also began to vibrate restlessly, it was nothing more than Duan Linbai starting to stumble in the group.

Why is it so quiet, everyone is getting high together, tonight's live broadcast is really sour.

I'll just say, if this man can't control the lower half of his body, he's no different from a beast.

It deserves to be slapped to death.

He also posted countless beating-up emojis until Fu Shen sent a message.

Duan Linbai, when I go back, please go skiing.

Duan Linbai only felt that his back was cold and swishing,?

Skiing? In the wilderness, what is this guy going to do to himself?

He's been good tonight, he didn't do anything.

Fu Shen snorted lightly, he really didn't do anything else, he just sent a message to Song Fengwan.

A group of people arrived at the barbecue restaurant, Qiao Aiyun asked for a private room, it was already past the meal at the moment, there were few people, and there were many private rooms, if it was ordinary, it must be booked in advance.

Fu Shen was too polite, Yan Wangchuan was too stuffy, Shifang didn't dare to order, and the ordering was done by a few ladies.

When the waiter started to put on the carbon fire, a spark suddenly popped out and splashed on Qiao Aiyun's hand, almost burning her.

A few men did the side, Yan Wangchuan's seat was a little far away from her, and he stood up directly excitedly.

"I'm sorry, ma'am." The waiter hurriedly apologized.

"I didn't touch it." Qiao Aiyun frowned, her eyelids jumped, and she had a bad premonition.

**

Escorted by hotel security guards, Song Jingren stumbled and climbed into the car, and was kicked a few times on the way.

There were too many people, and he couldn't find anyone to do it privately, so he could only stare angrily.

"Mr. Song, shall I take you to the hospital?" Secretary Zhang's timid proposal is still like a drum until this moment.

"So many journalists, going to the hospital? Do you think I'm not ashamed enough tonight? Song Jingren was so angry that he kicked him twice, "Go home!" ”

Although the Song family's villa is a single-family house, but the security here is good, it is still in the villa area, and he held a family recognition banquet before, that is, he agreed, in order to build momentum, he let media reporters enter, if he didn't want to, the security guards naturally wouldn't let them in.

There's no safer place than at home.

"So what are we going to do tonight?"

"What to deal with, go back first!" Song Jingren spoke now, and half of his face was almost numb with pain.

He thought he would be safe when he went back, but he didn't know that danger was approaching inch by inch.

**

Qiao Xiyan on the other side, while driving, still looked at the people beside him.

To go to Song's house, you have to pass through the city, a few steps to a traffic light sidewalk, and the car is driving extremely slowly.

"Dad, this Song Jingren is indeed not a thing"

"Brute." Someone corrected his wording.

"Well, it's a brute, we'll meet later, or do you have to control it, can't you do stupid things for this kind of person?"

"Your dad is such an unrestrained person?"

Josie Yan smiled smugly, when have you refrained.

In a blink of an eye, the car was almost at the Song family, the two of them were in-laws, Qiao Xiyan's car used to often enter and leave the villa area, and the security guards did not stop it, and directly let it through.

"Dad, it's coming soon."

"Hmm."

"Later"

"Aren't you such a blind person, don't you see that I don't want to listen to you?"

Josie was stunned.

"By the way, about what you are hiding from me, I will settle this account with you."

Josie Yan grabbed the steering wheel with his fingers, and he knew that in this matter, he would have to die sooner or later, and then he could only ask his aunt and cousin to help him say good things.

When the car stopped at the door of Song's house, the lights in the house were brilliant, and the windows were filled with water vapor.

As soon as Josie's car stopped, the person beside him had already unbuckled his seat belt, opened the door and got out of the car, angry.

He hurriedly got out of the car and caught up with him.

As soon as Secretary Zhang sent Song Jingren back, waiting for the doctor to come over, he was about to leave, as soon as he opened the door, he saw a dark shadow rushing over, and when he walked to the porch, the light shone through, and he could see the man's face clearly.

The man was in his early forties, lean and capable, wearing a refined black cloth shirt, walking with the wind, his eyes were cold, and he was still holding it in his hand

Knife?

His heart was pounding, it wasn't

The one in charge of the Qiao family.

The light slipped through the knife edge, and the chill spread.

Secretary Zhang didn't dare to speak, and timidly got out of the way.

"Uncle Zhang, I'll send you." A coquettish girl's voice came from inside, and Jiang Fengya just walked to the door and happened to take a look at the oncoming person

She was wearing a beautiful and delicate lace nightdress, the floor heating was turned on in the room, and she also had a delicate crystal hairpin pinned to her hair, and she had been learning how to dress herself up lately, and she looked like a rich lady.

"Who are you?"

The man is too thin, and his slightly narrowed black eyes seem to contain the momentum of thousands of troops, and Jiang Fengya's heart trembles when he sees it.

The clothes are thin, but he is still like a peak, proudly upright, staring at her, his eyes are full of hatred and disdain, and the sharp eyebrows and eyes make the biting cold wind eclipsed.

He ignored Jiang Fengya and walked directly into the house.

"Who the hell are you, sir?" Passing by the entrance, Jiang Fengya stretched out her hand and tried to block his way.

"Get out of here!"

"Trespassing on people's houses, believe it or not, I called the police." Jiang Fengya has lived here for more than ten days, as if she has already regarded herself as the master.

"Miss" Secretary Zhang hurriedly ran over and pulled her aside, "This is Mr. Qiao, shut up, don't talk nonsense." ”

"Qiao" Jiang Fengya felt that this man looked a little familiar, and he had seen his photos in Song Fengwan's room before.

Song Fengwan's uncle——

Qiao Wangbei.

"The dove occupies the magpie's nest, and really thinks of himself as a thing?" Qiao Wangbei glanced at her.

"People can't choose their own background, maybe you have been really unhappy in the past ten years, but to do evil is to be vicious, and she looks very beautiful as a little girl, and she doesn't do anything."

"Miss? Don't feel weak? ”

Jiang Fengya's little face turned white in an instant, and her delicate body trembled slightly, obviously being angry.

"Even if you are Song Fengwan's uncle, you are not qualified to shout at other people's houses." The first time she saw Qiao Wangbei, she was humiliated, and she was naturally angry in her heart, besides, she was going to divorce soon, and he was not qualified to come here at all.

"I'm not qualified? So what kind of thing are you, to live here so skinless and faceless? ”

His tone was sour, his words were tricky, and he could accurately poke her sore spot every time, Jiang Fengya couldn't say anything about him, so he could only stare at her angrily.

Qiao Wangbei snorted lightly, "Song Jingren doesn't dare to yell at me, are you worthy of it?" ”

Josie Yan had already caught up, and looking at his father's arrogant appearance, he reached out and touched his nose.

This Jiang Feng Yamo is not a fool, his father is angry, and she hit the muzzle of the gun directly, isn't she sincerely looking for death?

**

Song Jingren was originally lying in the bedroom on the second floor, with the help of a private doctor to treat his wounds, when he heard the sound of an argument coming from downstairs, he thought that someone had chased him to the house to make trouble, and he was even more annoyed.

It's all back to their own territory, and they can still let people ride on their heads and shout?

Ignoring the doctor's obstruction, he put on his slippers and went downstairs.

"And who is shouting outside, are you dead people? Just beat people out of here, why are you standing here! ”

Before Song Jingren reached the first floor, he saw several servants of the family standing in the living room, but they didn't dare to move.

"I'm going to raise you to eat white rice!"

He's been angry tonight, and it's not pleasing to anyone.

"You dare to come to my house to make trouble, I want to see who is so bold"

Song Jingren walked to the first floor and saw the two people standing at the entrance, Fang Cai's face, which was flushed with anger, instantly turned blue and white, and his expression was frightened, as if he had seen a ghost.

"Who? I'm your uncle! Qiao Wangbei clenched the carving knife in his hand and rushed directly towards him.

Song Jingren's body staggered, took two steps back, hit his back on the handrail of the stairs, his body was crooked, he almost fell, his collar was grabbed by someone, and the whole person was lifted and pressed directly against the wall.

"How do you go"

"Song Jingren, when you married my sister, did I warn you if you dared to disappoint her? I'm going to kill you! ”

Qiao Wangbei's fingertips were cold, clutching his collar with great strength, and the collar locked his neck, strangling him a little breathless.

"I" Song Jingren instinctively resisted, and as soon as his fingers touched his arm, a cold touch was already on his face.

The blade was sharp, and as soon as the sharp blade touched, it pierced the skin, and a drop of blood rolled down the blade.

He was so frightened that his face turned white.

A few people around didn't dare to move, Jiang Fengya stood on the side, panting heavily, looking frightened.

Song Jingren's afterglow was faintly visible with a carving knife, and he was so frightened that his liver and gall were split, "You calm down"

"Calm down? How dare you even take your illegitimate daughter home and kick my sister and niece out of the house? Who gave you the guts! ”

"Song Jingren, I haven't troubled you in the past two years, are you treating me as a dead person?"

"Do you still think that there is no one in our Qiao family?"

The turbid breath he exhaled was full of coldness, holding a carving knife, and kept patting him in the face.

Song Jingren was so frightened that his legs became weak, how powerful is this thing, he has seen it in Qiao's family, and it doesn't take much trouble to sharpen iron, besides, is it to mess with him?

A chill rose from the soles of his feet, and his legs went limp.

"I watched the press conference just now, I really can't imagine that you dare to cheat like this? Wasn't you a gentleman just now, and you kept saying that you wanted to do it with my sister? ”

"Will you touch her finger?"

"Let's see if I can chop off your fingers one by one!"

His carving knife landed on the back of his hand, and he went limp with fright.

"This matter is what I did wrong, my fault" Song Jingren was cleaned up by him since he entered Qiao's house, and the two have not dealt with each other.

Qiao Wangbei's temper was stubborn and explosive, and if he didn't agree with him, he got started directly.

A craftsman like him, he has a lot of strength, Song Jingren didn't ask for any benefit in his hands when he was young, let alone now?

"Forget it if you're wrong? You have delayed my sister for the rest of her life," Qiao Wangbei said, and he was about to poke his face with a knife, and the blade was aimed at his eyes.

Song Jingren's pupils dilated, and seeing the blade approaching inch by inch, he was so frightened that he almost urinated.

"Ahh

Josie squinted, and a heart hung in her throat.

His dad went crazy, he couldn't stop it, so he could only take out his mobile phone and send a message to Qiao Aiyun

**

Qiao Aiyun was worried about how to solve the plate of meat in front of her.

Yan Wangchuan didn't speak, but roasted a bunch of meat for her, she didn't eat much, she didn't eat much, but someone didn't listen, and served a plate of raw meat, and after it was cooked, half of it fell into her plate.

There are still junior children, and Qiao Aiyun is panicked.

The main thing is that he doesn't know how to grill meat at all, and some of it is already mushy, which is really hard to swallow.

Just when she was worried, the phone vibrated twice, Josie Yan's message.

She clicked on it and looked at it.

Song family, my dad is killing people.

She jumped up from her chair in a daze.

"Mom?" Song Fengwan licked the sauce at the corner of his mouth, what's the matter? The reaction was so big.

"Your uncle is here, over there at the villa." She ripped off her clothes and ran outside.

Fu Shen put down his chopsticks, but he was here, and he thought that the father and son were lost.

"It's coming, it's coming, why are you scared like that?" Geng Ying was the one who didn't know Qiao Wangbei the most, so she took her clothes and hurriedly chased her out.

"My uncle has a nickname called 'Joe Maniac', and he starts crazy, and no one can stop him." Song Feng ran out of the down jacket on the bed at night.

Fu Shen and Yan Wangchuan glanced at each other.

Yan Wangchuan's eyes were very dark, and it was expected that Qiao Wangbei's appearance was not an accident, and the biggest possibility was that someone notified him, because when he heard him coming, even he was a little surprised, only Fu Shen was calm as usual.

As if everything was expected.

The Fu family is good at attacking people's hearts and is still strategic, and Fu Shen is too, he is not very old, and his mind is so deep that it is extremely terrifying.

**

Song family villa

Seeing the blade approaching, Song Jingren's brain was blank with fright, and even the struggle was weak, and he instinctively closed his eyes, but the expected pain did not appear.

His eyelids trembled, and he opened his eyes tremblingly, the blade was already close to his pupils, about half a centimeter, the distance was accurate, as long as he moved an inch, he could become blind.

"Don't tremble, if you bump into it yourself, it's none of my business." Qiao Wangbei smiled heavily.

This is a coward.

Song Jingren's back was close to the wall, not daring to move.

"Don't be afraid, I'll keep your eyeballs for you, I'm afraid of soiling my knife." Qiao Wangbei raised his hand and poked the carving knife at the side of the wall, and the knife edge directly pierced the masonry and firmly embedded it in the wall.

Song Jingren thought he had escaped, and gasped for breath.

But he never thought that Qiao Wangbei twisted his wrist next, clenched his fingers into fists, and smashed a few punches at his face.

The force was extremely ruthless, and his eyes were bloodshot, obviously with great anger.

He hit a few times and let go of his hand.

Song Jingren's breath was dying, and when he left his shackles, he was like a puddle of mud paralyzed on the ground.

"If I'm not mistaken, this house is registered in Wanwan's name, you shouldn't be qualified to live here."

Deathly silence.

"Who is that, why are you still stunned, don't come over to help your father, get out of here immediately." Qiao Wangbei glanced at Jiang Fengya.

Her body trembled, and she hurriedly ran over to help Song Jingren up, "Dad, slow down"

"That Mr. Qiao, it's so late, we still have a lot of things to pack" Jiang Fengya had never seen such a crazy person, and her voice trembled with fright.

"You brought something in? What's yours here? What else do you want to take with you? Qiao Wangbei looked at her seriously

"Me"

"Let's go!" Song Jingren was really afraid of him, and he couldn't get away from him quickly.

"Your garbage, I'll have people clean it up and throw it out, if you want, you can go to the trash can tomorrow morning to pick it up."

Qiao Wangbei's eyes were red, and he had the heart to kill.

When Qiao Aiyun and a group of people arrived at Song's house, Qiao Xiyan ordered takeout, and Qiao's father and son were eating around the table.

"Brother-" Qiao Aiyun was dressed roughly, and the cold wind blew her face red.

"Have you eaten it? This sour soup fat cow is good. ”

"Brother, you take him"

"Don't worry, I'm very restrained, and I didn't want him to die."

The last of the ten parties to enter the door, hearing this, almost fell.

He sighed

It's arrogant.

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

I just want to say, such an uncle will give me a dozen, haha

Today is the last day of 2018, hehe, time flies so fast

Another year has passed with you, and on the last day of the year, I was still covering my face with codewords