"I told him to leave work early," Fu Nanxian turned around, "I'll be your driver, huh?"

The voice of this man's subwoofer is too sultry, especially when the tail note is raised.

Ah Lu Du felt that a man with excellent skin like Fu Nanxian, if he wanted to flirt with any woman, he must be a quasi-child, and his proximity could make people's hearts beat faster.

She grinned, her arms around his neck, "That'...... What kind of driver is Fu Shao?"

"What kind of driver do you want, Miss Qin?" Fu Nanxian's hand clasped behind her soft waist and pressed against her abdomen.

The color of Ah Lu's pupils is not pure black, but a light shade of brown, translucent like glass beads.

She gave a shallow peck to the corner of his lips and sighed, "The rules and regulations."

In the back space of a cramped private car, you will touch it when you move it.

As soon as she put her hands on the man's shoulders and was about to push away, she was pulled back into the seat by her wrists, and the position was reversed, and he condescendingly jammed her legs.

"Then Miss Qin thinks I'm qualified?"

Ah Lu squinted at the man in front of him with a pair of fox eyes.

The lights outside the car window were dim, and the light and shadow were scattered.

She moved to his sideburns and whispered in his ear, "Fu Shao, it's boring to be serious."

Fu Nanxian's eyes rippled slightly, and his fingers ran along the woman's slender swan neck, picking up her jaw, "How do you know I'm serious?"

It's a superficial relationship that begins with skin attraction.

Song Ze pleaded guilty and had a good attitude and cooperated with the plan mentioned by the lawyer.

He actually didn't believe in lawyers, but only in He Lian.

Since He Lian said so, he did not doubt him.

Because the New Year is approaching, all the trials have been postponed, but the words he sent out to his father have not been heard back, and the bail procedures have not been approved.

He became more and more restless, and asked the lawyer to bring a message to He Lian, "I want to see Brother Lian."

The lawyer said, "He Gongzi went to a field to participate in a research meeting for two weeks, and he has not yet returned."

Song Ze's emotional flashpoint has been accumulating and accumulating.

Although he was provided with three meals a day, in such an environment, facing four walls, he had no mobile phone or Internet, except for a few police officers on guard, he could not speak a few words a day, he almost counted the seconds, and was on the verge of collapse.

Until the visitation room opened, a middle-aged man with half-white hair walked in.

"Uncle Song! Did my dad let you come?"

When Song Ze saw Steward Song, he hurriedly stepped forward excitedly, "Are you here to tell me how long I can go out?" When will he come to see me? Have I been released on bail?"

Steward Song stepped aside to the side.

Behind him, a young woman wearing a hood stood in the doorway.

The black hood on the coat was relatively large, and the light above her head was covered, casting a large shadow on her face, and Song Ze didn't recognize her for a while.

"It's not your father who is coming, it's me coming, so please trouble Steward Song to lead the way." Wan Ting, who was standing as a woman, raised her hand and took off the hat of the black coat on her body, revealing a plain white face.

Song Ze's eyes widened suddenly, and his eyeballs trembled a few times because of shock.

"You...... Jiang Jianing, why are you here?"

The corners of Jiang Jianing's lips hooked upward, "Of course I'm here to see you, Song Shao."

Song Ze was about to rush towards Jiang Jianing, but was stopped by a male bodyguard on the other side and jammed his wrist.

Song Ze howled in pain.

Jiang Jianing said coldly with an expressionless face: "Song Ze, you'd better stand well, don't add another crime to yourself."

She motioned to Steward Song, who retreated first.

Song Ze shouted, "What the hell is going on? Uncle Song! Did you betray my dad? My dad called you? Don't go yet!"

But no matter how loudly he shouted, Steward Song never opened his mouth to say a word, just silently

He turned and walked out.

The bodyguard grabbed Song Ze's wrist and pulled him to the wall, a safe distance away from Jiang Jianing.

Song Ze gritted his teeth, "Jiang Jianing, what exactly did you do?"

Jiang Jianing's hands were in the pockets of his black coat, his face was expressionless, and his voice was very soft, but loud.

"I told your father the truth."

"What's the truth?" If it weren't for the male bodyguard in front of him to stop him, he would probably be able to pounce on Jiang Jianing's throat right now, "The truth is that you calculated me!" That stab is simply yourself who stabbed yourself! You're so ruthless! You can do such a cruel thing to yourself!"

"Not as ruthless as you." Jiang Jianing turned his head to observe the surrounding environment, and his fingers were holding on to the gray wall, "Actually, if you live in such a boxy cell for the rest of your life, will it be an unbearable thing for you?"

Song Ze's head was empty for a moment, "What?"

He sneered irritatingly, "Are you sick in the head? How could I be stuck here for the rest of my life? Even if I admit it, I will only stay for two or three years at most, and once I am on probation, I guess I will come in and go through the motions, my father will help me with the relationship, and the Song family will protect me!"

His words were so firm that Jiang Jianing felt ridiculous.

Jiang Jianing didn't speak, just looked at him, smiling rather than smiling.

This smile made Song Ze feel his scalp tingle, "You, what are you laughing at."

"I laugh at you for being stupid." Jiang Jianing said, "Now that your father has never shown up, don't you understand the attitude of the Song family's housekeeper just now?"

Steward Song's attitude, to a certain extent, represents Song Tao's attitude.

Song Ze shook his head, "Impossible! Brother Lian said! There can be nothing wrong with Brother Lian's words."

Hearing this name, Jiang Jianing was stunned, and the fingers in his pocket curled up.

There was a few knocks on the doorway.

Steward Song's voice came: "Miss Jiang, there are still three minutes, you should be as soon as possible."

The footsteps outside the door were far away again.

Jiang Jianing walked towards Song Ze, "Song Ze, your father has given up on you."

Song Ze's pupils dilated.

He struggled hard, but the bodyguard behind him was even stronger, clamping his shoulders and arms hard, he couldn't break free at all, he could only roar angrily.

"Impossible!"

The bodyguard kicked his knee hard, and he knelt in front of Jiang Jianing, his kneecap hit the ground, he screamed in pain, and his facial expression was distorted.

"You are now a scandal of the Song family, an abandoned son, and your father gave up on you for his own position of power." Jiang Jianing leaned down and looked at him condescendingly.

Scene reversal.

It's pretty much the same scene.

It was five years ago, and Song Ze stood in front of her, "If you want me not to sue Su Jiashu, it's okay, you kneel down and kowtow and beg me, I'll think about it."

At that time, his face was contemptuous and defiant, and he was surrounded by unbridled ridicule.

Jiang Jianing gritted his teeth and fell to the ground.

"Let Katsuki go."

Someone next to him even used his mobile phone to record this video.

Song Ze laughed maliciously and kicked her calf bone with the tip of his shoe, "I'm going to sue him!"