Song Qitang was stunned for a moment, and his heart couldn't stop falling.

It was very quiet.

Not only can his own disordered heartbeat be heard clearly, but he can also hear Jiang Yanxing's leather shoes grinding over the gravel.

He stopped two paces away from her, his cold voice sawing at her ears like a knife.

"Uncle Song was most at ease before he died, you must have left you a back hand, the rest has nothing to do with me, I just need to go back to it."

Song Xianyi harmed Jiang Yan's connoisseurs, Jiang Yanxing recognized the thief as his father for ten years, and brought down the enemy, but he still called Uncle Song calmly.

This realm made Song Qitang sigh to himself.

"What do you say? I don't understand. ”

She lifted her face, her clear skin shrouded in pearls, and her eyes were clear.

Jiang Yanxing tilted his head and smiled, leaned over to approach Song Qitang, his tone was almost seductive, "You hand it over obediently, otherwise, I don't guarantee what I will do to you." ”

He left a short inch of hair, and the light and shadow were staggered to outline the heroic facial features, and he was no longer young and youthful.

Song Qitang's eyelashes drooped, fluttering, covering the occasional passing aura, and then lifting, the warm light on the side of the road poured into his eyes.

"It seems that Mr. Jiang has not yet sat firmly in your family, and he is suspicious and suspicious."

As an illegitimate child who was abandoned since childhood, Jiang Yanxing collapsed the Song family before he got the opportunity to recognize his ancestors and return to his ancestors, and the Jiang family naturally made a lot of stumbling blocks.

Jiang Yanxing's fingertips suddenly pressed her carotid artery, and her voice was as soft as a lover's whisper, "Uncle Song's old fox is uneasy when he dies, don't learn from him if you're smart enough." ”

"Thanks to you, the mountain wolf, I didn't even see my father for the last time, and I really hoped that you would die on the streets."

Song Qitang avoided Jiang Yanxing's hand, and smiled like a pear blossom on a spring night, bright and cold, "I really have the so-called handle, I have already handed it over to your enemy, do you misunderstand that I am reluctant to forget your old love?" ”

"If you fall into a pit twice, you are either stupid or blind, and I don't want to have anything to do with Mr. Jiang at all."

Jiang Yanxing calmly withdrew his hand, his dark eyes suddenly flashed dark, and he chuckled, "Your cousin ......"

Before the words fell, the slender figure rushed in front of him, grabbing the collar of his shirt tightly!

"You have harmed the innocent less, and you want to take revenge on me!"

Song Qitang's strength was too great, and he even knocked Jiang Yanxing a few steps.

The two of them retreated to the side of the car at the same time, and after the clanging sound, only rapid gasps were intertwined, like trapped beasts fighting in a desperate situation.

Jiang Yanxing's originally casual expression suddenly turned cold, and he grabbed her wrist and reflexively suppressed the car door with more ruthless force!

"Qin Wan's death, my mother's injury, do you think it can be written off in just five years? It's just at the beginning, I'll settle it with you slowly. ”

The wrist bones seemed to be shackled by iron tongs, and Song Qitang tried to struggle.

The man in the back was holding on to her shoulders, and his legs were brutally pressed against his knees.

Her vision gradually blurred, and she screamed in a hoarse voice, "You just made my death more crisp!" ”

Jiang Yanxing's cold lips were pressed against Song Qitang's temples, but her breath burned her eyelashes, "How much stronger are you than death now?" I don't know what your dad thinks. ”

The softest reverse scales were exposed by Jiang Yanxing's own hands with the belt meat, Song Qitang was so painful that his skin and flesh were open, regardless of the danger of dislocated joints, he threw him away, and tears filled his eyes like a raging tide.

"You forced my dad to death, and I also took the consequences for my mistakes! If you dare to hurt them, I swear I will do whatever it takes to disturb you! ”

Jiang Yanxing's grim silhouette sneered, "Playing threats, you are not qualified." ”

The misty night mist wrapped around each other's frost-covered faces.

"But everyone has only one life." Song Qitang pointed to the man who was immovable, "Jiang Yanxing, I, Song Qitang, do what I say, you, remember, stop!" ”