"When?"

"Just now, at the door of the police station."

"Jiang Yue'an did it?"

"Jiang Yuean was staying in the police station, and Miss Ming was hit by a car when she came out of the police station to cross the road."

Hua Nong's eyes were cold, and the hand hanging by his side tightened fiercely, I didn't kill Beren, but Beren died because of me.

Sure enough, it was Jiang Yuean's handwriting.

Crisp and neat, without any mud and water.

You can also pluck yourself perfectly clean.

Good, good, good.

She wrote down the hatred.

In the study, Hua Nong stood in front of the desk in pajamas grinding ink, his slender fingertips pressed on the ink block and turned slightly white, turning around on the inkstone without hurry.

A cold and cold aura enveloped the room.

Suddenly, she dropped the ink block, lifted the brush and dropped three large characters on the rice paper.

Lu Jingan stood at the door, never entered, just looking at the trend, he knew that it was Jiang Yuean's name.

The next day, scandals flew all over the capital, and the news of Jiang Yue'an's derailment spread far and wide, and even a video came out.

Jiang Yuean thought that this matter would pass like this, but he never thought that Hua Nong didn't have this idea.

The end of the year is approaching, and work is the time when achievements are needed, and as soon as the news comes out, it is undoubtedly burning eyebrows.

Jiang Yue'an left Beijing before dawn on an early flight.

Even Bai Yun didn't take it away.

In the capital, Jiang Wanzhou got up early in the morning, went downstairs in a morning robe, and saw her daughter watching the scandal with a tablet, and there were filthy sounds from time to time.

Jiang Wanzhou reprimanded in displeasure, and the other party came over with a tablet: "Mom, Jiang Yue'an has cheated." ”

"Look."

In 2018, Jiang Wanzhou is more than 50 years old, with charm and dignified temperament.

She couldn't be clearer about the methods of wealthy families and some erotic transactions in her life, as soon as Jiang Yuean's news came out, she knew that it was no accident.

Thinking that he has been in Beijing and Hong Kong recently, he asked people to go upstairs and bring her the mobile phone

A phone call was made to Lin Yuan.

"It's the handiwork of Princess Hua and Mr. Lu."

"Why?" Jiang Wanzhou was puzzled, didn't Lu Jingan stand with the Jiang family?

Lin Yuan was also puzzled: "It's not clear for the time being." ”

Allies kill each other?

It shouldn't be!

"Arrange it, I'll go to Beijing and Hong Kong to meet the old man."

"Mom, I want to go along."

Jiang Wanzhou has always been fond of this little daughter, and she almost responds to her needs, and nods when she sees that people are well-behaved.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the doorbell of Jiang's house in Jinggang was ringed, Bai Yun opened the door, and was a little stunned when she saw Jiang Wanzhou standing at the door.

Cheng shouted in fear: "Auntie." ”

"Who's coming?"

In the room, the old lady asked angrily.

Bai Yun turned sideways, and Jiang Wanzhou went straight in.

"Why are you here?"

"I haven't seen you for a long time, let's see if the old lady is okay."

"I don't need you to fake your kindness."

"Hengqing, send off."

Jiang Wanzhou's eyebrows stretched, and she was in a noble woman's posture: "Who dares to invite me out?" ”

Compared with the old lady's tightness, Jiang Wanzhou is like water flowing from a mountain spring.

Stretched, noble.

"Why is it that when the old lady sees me, I look like a fried old hen? After so many years, the times have long since changed, and no one may have taken a fancy to you when you open the screen! ”

"Presumptuous! No matter how I am, I'm your mother, and when I'm dead, it's your father who is marrying a woman who has entered the door, and it's your turn to say this about me? ”

"Selling to force the top position, using illegal means to force the real lady to death is also worth showing off?" Jiang Wanzhou said as she sat down slowly and looked at the old lady: "Ming Media is marrying?" Rushing to marry a second-married man was quite shameless in your time, right? ”

Bai Yun stood in the entrance and listened to the conversation in the room, she was in awe of Jiang Wanzhou, this woman, crawled out in the quagmire of the Jiang family, and was able to fight back, it is enough to prove that she is ruthless, this road, she has walked for thirty years, went out with blood, and returned with murderous energy, no one knows how painful this process is.

Outside the courtyard, the car window was lowered, revealing a delicate and lovely face, the little girl looked young, her black hair was scattered behind her head, and the white skirt set off the delicate and lovely.

Compared with Lu Jingan's sharp and handsome, these two don't look like they were born by the same mother.

In the final analysis, loving a neighbor is like raising a flower.

There is a difference between a well-nurtured child and a child who has been abandoned since childhood.

"Do you think Lu Jing'an will become the blade in your hands? Wish for the moon! ”

Smack! Jiang Wanzhou threw a stack of photos to the old lady.

When the latter saw the photo, his eyes widened instantly, and he grabbed the photo on the table in a panic, and when he looked at the person lying on the hospital bed, he couldn't say anything: "What's wrong with you?" ”

"No, it's just that you used all the methods you used to deal with me on him."

"Jiang Wanzhou, how dare you ............"

How could that cruel method be used on her son?

"You will have retribution!"

"You're still alive, what retribution am I afraid of?" Jiang Wanzhou snorted lightly, got up slowly, and looked at the old lady condescendingly.

It's like a god looking at a struggling ant.

"Let you die! It's easy, but ...... I want you to live with thousands of arrows through your heart, don't you love power, love reputation, and love so much that you know three and do three? What if all this is empty talk? ”

"You ............"

"You ............"

"Someone," Jiang Wanzhou had just left, and the old lady fell on the sofa clutching her chest and gasping violently.

His wrinkled fingertips clung to the couch and tried to get up and get his medicine in the bedroom.

"Coming...... "Someone is coming," the hoarse voice struggled like a final call before death.

"Someone ...... coming"

At the entrance of the door, Bai Yun stood still, listening to the sound of struggle and broken cries for help in the room, and her figure was not moved in the slightest.

She was like a black and white impermanent standing in the doorway, waiting for the old lady to die.

It's good to go in and collect the body.

The teacups and teapots on the coffee table were scattered all over the place, making a violent noise, and if someone in the room could hear the movement at this time, but now...... The people in the house had already been dismissed by Bai Yun.

She is the only one who ...... Waiting for the old lady to return to the west.

…………

In the evening, Hua Nong was applying makeup in the company's dressing room, and when he saw the mobile phone on the table ringing, he glanced at Xia Mu, who dispersed people very familiarly.

"I've done everything you asked me to do."

"Video."

"It was sent to you."

Hua Nong hung up the phone, opened the phone and looked at the video.

In the video, the confrontation between Jiang Wanzhou and the old lady was only about ten minutes, and every word that could be said could be accurately stepped on the old lady's thunder point.

Sure enough!

Jiang Wanzhou knows how to kill her best.