Baicheng, the Jiang family.

Three thousand fierce men in straight suits surrounded this suburban villa.

They kept shouting to buy murder and kill people, and kill people to pay for their lives.

Put pressure on the Jiang family.

A cordon was set up around the villa to prevent a stampede.

The leaders of various departments were all sitting in the living room of the Jiang family.

From the early hours of the morning to the present, the Jiang family was in a panic.

But Jiang Shang, as the head of the family, has been locking himself in the study and refusing to come out.

Several waves of official leaders have come forward to negotiate and ask him to cooperate with the investigation.

But this business tycoon, who has just experienced the pain of losing his son, is in pain and his mental state is a little abnormal.

From late at night to early in the morning, he used all his connections and made countless calls for help, hoping to save the Jiang family.

But the vast majority of people didn't answer the phone like hiding from the plague, and the few who dared to answer only sighed and let him accept his fate.

Jiang Shang was completely desperate.

The door kept knocking, like a talisman.

Outside the door, thousands of young men in suits appeared out of nowhere, shouting for murder, hearing him like falling into an ice cellar and having angina.

Sweating profusely, he finally gritted his teeth and pulled a gun out of a drawer.

Bang!

Jiang Shang committed suicide by swallowing a gun, wanting to leave a way for the rest of the Jiang family to live.

……

In the distance of the villa, in a luxury RV, Lin Qingxi heard the gunshots, and the anger between his eyebrows gradually faded.

"Dead." After a while, the bodyguard Ah Si trotted over to report the situation. "Jiang Shang committed suicide by swallowing a gun."

Li Yan, who was sitting in the passenger seat, also put down his mobile phone and said, "Boss, I found out that Luo Shanhe did it." ”

"Luo Shanhe?" Ah Si narrowed his eyes slightly, he had heard of this person, in the southern provinces, whether it was black or white, it was right to look for him.

"Hmm." Li Yan nodded slightly. "It is said that he has been collecting evidence of the Jiang family for a long time."

When Lin Qingxi heard this, his brows frowned slightly.

Seems to have guessed something.

"Why is he making trouble for the Jiang family at this juncture? And ahead of us? Ah Si asked curiously. Is he related to the Han family? ”

Even if there is a relationship, how could a big man like Luo Shanhe, who is old and respectful, go out of his way to destroy the Jiang family for the sake of the Han family?

"Because he is a dog raised by Han Daowei." Lin Qingxi's tone was indifferent, and in one sentence, he solved the confusion for the two.

"That's right."

Li Yan nodded, but gasped.

Han Daowei disappeared ten years ago, and many people seem to have forgotten this old Han demon who once covered the sky with one hand on the coast.

But now, a dog in his hand has grown into a top hero in the south.

And what about him?

After a short silence, Li Yan said tentatively: "Boss, do we still need to do anything?" ”

"Implement it to everyone in the Jiang family." Lin Qingxi's eyes showed a cold light. "All participants, those in the know, don't let anyone go."

The two looked at each other and were ordered to get out of the car.

……

Mr. Han had a beautiful breakfast, looked at the time, and it was only half past nine.

When she didn't have to go to work, she felt that time passed too slowly.

But I am very satisfied with this newly hired bodyguard sister who is only twenty-five years old.

I called her to the table to eat, but she didn't come. Very measured, very attention to scale. It does not infringe on President Han's territory at all.

"Kite, drink?"

Han Jiangxue, who soaked in a pot of red robes, sat on the sofa, although she liked the kite sister very much in her heart, but the temperament of the boss still had to be controlled.

This is the skill that Mr. Han learned to control people in the five years he was in charge of Junsheng.

If you give the little brother face, the little brother will be shameless.

The relationship between superiors and subordinates is clear.

"Drink tea and urinate a lot." The kite stood up, slammed the door and left.

She wasn't interested in watching these two sweet mouths and disgusting.

With Zhang Ruoyu by Mr. Han's side, she is too lazy to offer ugliness.

"What's her temper?"

Han Jiangxue slapped the teapot on the table, splashing out a third of it, making Brother Zhang so distressed that he couldn't wait to lick it all.

"I told you she had a bad temper." Zhang Ruoyu snatched the teapot with his hand and took a big sip. "You're still putting up a stinky slap with her? Believe it or not, when you turn around, you are being chased and killed, and she turns around and runs? ”

Han Jiangxue's expression froze, and her red lips snorted: "Okay, I'll get used to it slowly." ”

After a pause, she urged Zhang Ruoyu, who was washing the sheets: "You hurry up and wash it, and go back to Han's house for dinner at noon." ”

But in my heart I hated it.

Didn't you just sleep in bed all night? It's drying quilts again, and washing sheets, who is disgusting? When didn't I take a shower? Isn't it more fragrant than you?

Han Jiangxue wiped the mouth of the teapot that Zhang Ruoyu had just used with a tissue, and peeked at Zhang Ruoyu, who was twisting the sheets.

The bouncing pectoral muscles, the abdominal muscles that can be used as a washboard, the humerus and humerus that are as big as duck eggs, you can see it, in a few years, Brother Zhang is afraid that he will be like most married men, and he will have no eyes to see the big belly.

Mr. Han still peeked at first, but later saw that Brother Zhang didn't scold his mother, so he simply dragged his snow-white chin and looked at it brightly.

I don't know if it's because the posture of supporting the chin is wrong, or it's a little sour Brother Zhang's hot body, looking at it, Xue Bao's cherry mouth secretes a lot of saliva, and it's almost flowing to the corners of his mouth.