Three thousand strong men in sharp suits surrounded this suburban villa.
He kept shouting that he paid for the murder and killed for his life.
Put pressure on the Chiang family.
A cordon was set up around the villa to prevent a stampede.
The leaders of each department were sitting in the Jiang family's living room.
From early morning till now, the whole Jiang family is in panic.
But as the head of the family, Jiang Shang locked himself in the study and refused to come out.
Several official leaders came forward to negotiate and asked him to cooperate with the investigation.
But this business tycoon, who had just experienced the pain of losing his son, was in agony and his mental state was somewhat abnormal.
From late at night to early morning, he used all his contacts and made countless calls for help, hoping to save the Jiang family.
But the vast majority of people didn't answer the phone like the plague, and the few who dared to answer just lamented and resigned themselves to their fate.
Jiang Shang was completely desperate.
The door kept getting knocked, like a reminder.
Outside the door, thousands of young men in suits appeared out of nowhere and shouted, "Kill for life." Hearing this made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his heart ached.
He was sweating all over, and finally gritted his teeth and took out a gun from the drawer.
Bang!
Jiang Shang committed suicide by swallowing a gun, hoping to leave a way for the remaining members of the Jiang family to survive.
…
Far away from the villa, in a luxury car, Lin Qingxi heard the sound of gunshots, and the anger in her eyebrows gradually faded away.
"Dead." After a while, bodyguard Ah Si ran over and reported the situation. "Jiang Shang committed suicide by swallowing a gun."
Li Yan, who was sitting in the passenger seat, also put down his cell phone and said, "Boss, I found out that it was the Luoshan River that did it."
"Luoshanhe?" Ah Si narrowed his eyes slightly. He had heard of this man. He was in several provinces in the south. Whether it was black or white, he would be the right one to go to.
"Yes." Li Yan nodded slightly. "It is said that he has been collecting evidence of the Jiang family for a long time."
Lin Qingxi frowned slightly when he heard this.
It seemed that he had guessed something.
"Why is he causing trouble for the Jiang family at this juncture? And he's ahead of us?" Ah Si asked curiously. "Is he related to the Han family?"
Even if there was a connection, how could a mature and prudent man like Luo Shanhe go to war to destroy the Jiang family for the sake of the Han family?
"Because he is a dog raised by Han Daowei." Lin Qingxi said indifferently, and in one sentence, he solved the confusion for the two of them.
"That's right."
Li Yan nodded, but took a breath of air.
Han Daowei disappeared ten years ago, and many people seem to have forgotten this old demon Han who once covered the sky with one hand in the coastal area.
But now, one of the dogs he raised has grown into the top tycoon in the south.
What about him?
After a brief silence, Li Yan asked tentatively: "Boss, what else should we do?"
"It will be implemented for everyone in the Jiang family." Lin Qingxi's eyes flashed coldly. "All participants and insiders, don't let anyone go."
The two looked at each other and got out of the car.
…
Mr. Han had a delicious breakfast and looked at the time. It was only half past nine.
On a day when she didn't have to go to work, she felt that time passed too slowly.
But he is very satisfied with this newly hired bodyguard sister who is only 25 years old.
Even when I asked her to come to the table for dinner, she didn't come. She was very measured and paid attention to the scale. She didn't infringe on Mr. Han's territory at all.
"Yuan, have something to drink?"
After making a pot of Dahongpao, Han Jiangxue sat on the sofa. Although he liked Yuan Mei very much, he still had to control his temperament.
This is the art of controlling people that Mr. Han has learned in the five years he has been in charge of Junsheng.
If you give your little brother face, he will be shameless.
The relationship between superiors and subordinates is clearly defined.
"You urinate more after drinking tea." Yuan stood up, slammed the door and left.
She had no interest in seeing these two sweet and bad-mouthed couples, and found it disgusting.
With Zhang Ruoyu by Mr. Han's side, she didn't bother to show off her humiliation.
"What kind of temper does she have?"
Han Jiangxue slapped the teapot on the table, and a third of it spilled out, which made Brother Zhang feel so distressed that he wanted to lick it all.
"I told you that she has a bad temper." Zhang Ruoyu snatched the teapot away and took a big sip. "Are you still showing off to her? Believe it or not, you were chased later and she turned around and ran away?"
Han Jiangxue's expression froze, and her red lips murmured: "Okay, I'll get used to it slowly."
After a pause, she urged Zhang Ruoyu, who was washing the sheets: "Hurry up and go back to Han's house for dinner at noon."
But there was endless hatred in my heart.
Didn’t I just sleep in bed all night? I was drying the quilt and washing the sheets. Who is disgusting? I didn’t take a shower for a day? Isn’t it better than you?
Han Jiangxue took a paper towel and wiped the spout of the teapot that Zhang Ruoyu had just used, and then took a peek at Zhang Ruoyu who was twisting the sheets vigorously.
Those bouncing chest muscles, those abdominal muscles that can be used as washboards, those triceps as big as duck eggs, you can watch it for a while. In a few years, Brother Zhang is afraid that he will be like most married men.
Same thing, I can't even see the big belly.
At first, Mr. Han took a sneak peek, but later when he saw Brother Zhang, he didn't scold him. He simply dragged his white chin and looked at it openly.
I don’t know whether it’s because the posture of holding his chin is wrong, or because of Brother Zhang’s hot figure. Looking at it, Xuebao’s cherry little mouth secreted a lot of saliva, and it almost flowed to the corner of his mouth.
