Heartwarming Aristocratic Marriage: Influential Master’s Wife-Chasing Strategy

  Chapter 174 Yan Wangchuan: This man is too gentleman (2 more)

  Just as Yan Wangchuan was about to walk out of the shadows, a small hand stretched out from one side to grab the corner of his clothes.

   "Uncle Yan?"

  Song Fengwan tightened his fingers, twisted the corner of his clothes tightly in the palm of his hand, and shook his head at him.

  Qiao Aiyun obviously didn't want to involve him. He went out now, and it was not only him who was tied up, but also the entire Yan family.

   Although Song Fengwan is not very old, she also knows what it means. His mother doesn't want him to come forward, so she naturally has to stop a little.

   "Don't worry, I do things well." Half of Yan Wangchuan's face fell in the shadow, half of it was illuminated by the lights, and the lights went off and on, and there was a sense of desolation and desolation.

   "You have a devilish sense of what you do!" Song Fengwan blurted out.

  He must be measured so that he will not be caught in the police station.

Yan Wangchuan's face stiffened.

  Song Feng released his little hand angrily late, and grabbed Fu Chen's clothes, his tone was a little timid, "Uncle Yan, I...that..."

  Where did she dare to talk to him like this before, and she has gotten closer recently. He is serious and rigid, but awkward and shy. Song Fengwan is not so afraid of him and speaks more casually.

   "It's okay, I really didn't know how to measure it before."

   Yan Wangchuan was accused by a junior for the first time, and his face blushed. Fortunately, the light was not clear and he couldn't see clearly.

  The corners of his mouth twitched, a little embarrassed inexplicably.

  Too embarrassing.

   "Well, just pay attention next time." Song Fengwan whispered.

  Fu Shen stretched out his hand secretly and gently held Song Fengwan’s little hand, what else to pay attention to next time?

  This girl is too skinny.

  Who is used to the temperament, dare to talk to Yan Wangchuan like this?

  **

  The Nanjiang Yan family at this moment

  Old Madam Yan is leaning on the sofa, wearing reading glasses, holding a thin needle in her hand, wearing a red string, embroidering a few flowers on a white cloth, and staring at the TV screen for a moment.

  I searched for a local TV station in Yuncheng, and it is showing a real-time report on the scene of the press conference.

  However, the host and guests analyzed, and the shots were switched back and forth, making her frown.

   "This host is really annoying." The old lady sighed and threw the embroidery aside.

  "Drink some water. It's past nine o'clock. Would you like to rest early?" Huang Ma handed her a cup of ginseng tea.

   "Can't sleep, you said that this surname is Song, it's really not a thing, why did that girl have to marry him back then?"

   "Where are we Wangchuan worse than him?"

   "Our family Wangchuan is tall, handsome, and can make money. They are also childhood sweethearts, so why don't they look down on him?"

  The old lady snorted coldly, she always had a knot in her heart about the dissolution of the marriage contract.

  Huang Ma looked at her angry look and couldn't help but laugh, "Old lady, do you want to listen to the truth?"

   "What's the truth?"

   "Mister is stupid."

  Old Madam Yan held the finger of the water cup and coughed twice. This is the truth.

   "Young girls who don't like to listen to sweet things, he always has a straight face, if it weren't for the dissolution of the marriage that year, he came back, I didn't see that he liked Miss Qiao's."

   "Okay, stop talking." Old Madam Yan interrupted her.

  The truth hurts the most.

  How did you give birth to this clumsy tongue?

  If she came home with a feather this time, she would really lose the face of her old Yan family.

   "Is this kid not in Yuncheng yet? Isn't there yet?" The old lady took a sip of hot tea and became anxious.

   "Old lady, the husband appears at this time, so I can't go back..."

   "What are you going to do when you go back? Originally the two were innocent, and our Yan family is afraid that others will make irresponsible remarks? Ai Yun clearly doesn't want to drag our family in, otherwise how could she be forced into this by the bastard."

  The old lady stretched out her hand to help her reading glasses, "Can our Yan family hide behind a woman?"

   "Besides, what is the matter between them that can make those people talk?"

   Huang Ma nodded and smiled, "Are you really sure that they are nothing, they all said they were living together?"

  "He is my son. I still don’t understand what kind of virtue? I lived in Qiao’s house, under one roof. I didn’t dare to talk to her and lived together? Huh—"

  The tone was disgusting.

  "Then if Mr. and Miss Qiao are together in the future, don't you object?"

  "Who said I have no objection, who told you! I am still angry!" The old lady snorted coldly.

  I was afraid that Huang Ma would not believe it, and after a few minutes, I added another sentence.

   "I'm very angry, I've been angry for more than 20 years!"

  **

  Cloud City, Huamao Hotel

  At the press conference, Song Jingren was sure that Qiao Aiyun did not dare to reveal the identity of Yan Wangchuan and pressed on step by step.

   "Say, I wasn't articulate just now. Why are you dumb? You tell everyone, who is the man who ate with you and went home with you?"

   "Don't be too shameless." Qiao Aiyun never expected that he would attack her with this.

   is too mean.

   "Who is shameless, who keeps telling me about me, but you make your own thing clear. Since you have nothing to do with him, why don't you say his name openly?"

   "It is not a guilty conscience to cover up."

   "There must be something unspeakable between you two, isn't it?"

  The discussion began again below.

  If it’s okay, just clarify it openly, but Qiao Aiyun looked embarrassed.

  The two confronted just now. She has always been in the upper hand, and she is not surprised when she encounters all kinds of slanders and accusations. Why is she now daunting?

  It's hard not to guess in other directions.

  Qiao Aiyun gritted her teeth and raised her hand to hit him.

   Before the palm fell, Song Jingren raised his hand and grabbed her wrist directly. He was guilty just now. Qiao Aiyun's palm slap came so fast and fiercely that he couldn't avoid it.

  Naturally, it is impossible to obediently admit it this time.

  Qiao Aiyun twisted her eyebrows and tried to pull her wrist from the palm of his hand, but the strength between men and women was so great that she couldn't get rid of it.

"you!"

   "I'm so angry that I want to do it? Do you think I will stand and let you hit this time?" Song Jingren smiled gloomily, knowing that he had caught her sore spot.

   "Continue to clamor, we are half a cat."

  "What qualifications do you have to point to my nose and curse!"

  Song Jingren has long been unfamiliar with the relationship between these two people. Yan Wangchuan was obviously interested in her. He helped her out twice, and there is no reason in this world.

  Some people are like this, don’t cherish what they own, and after giving up, they are not allowed to be touched?

   "You said, did you two hook up together a long time ago?"

  Qiao Aiyun tugged at the corners of her mouth, smiling contemptuously, "You are dirty, so don't think everyone is as dirty as you."

   "Then tell me, who is that wild man?"

  He laughed a little wild and lawless.

  Geng Ying stood aside, anxious, and since she said it’s okay, it doesn’t matter who that person is. Is it necessary to maintain this?

  It’s just the man who ate with her in the photo. He is tall and always wears a suit. He has a good body, wide shoulders and narrow waist. You can see that he has a very good temperament.

  Wild man?

  Qiao Aiyun raised her other hand to hit him.

  Song Jingren wanted to ask for some interest from her, so he raised his other hand and wanted to hit her...

  This hand just raised...

  The people underneath took a breath and held their breath.

  Fuck!

  Finally, it's about to fight.

  Song Fengwan stood in the dark, feeling anxious, and Fu Shen kept pulling her by the hand to prevent her from moving...

  At this moment, a dark figure flashed past her, and even the security guard standing on the edge of the stage in charge of maintaining order did not respond, and had already rushed to the stage...

   "Ah----" The security guard pulled out a baton from his waist and tried to stop it.

   "What's the hurry..." Shifang stretched out his hand to stop him.

   "Who are you again?" The security guard glanced at the two brawny men in black behind him, his hands tightening slightly with sticks.

   "We are not here to make trouble, don't get excited." Shifang raised his eyebrows and patted his shoulder.

  Damn, why the third master insists that he bring two bodyguards, is it possible that he alone can't frighten a few security guards?

  Fu Shen said at the time, "Do you think you are Qianjiang?"

  Lore.

  He was so angry that he lost his temper completely.

  You are the Lord, and everything you say is right.

  **

  Everyone thought that this couple was about to fight directly in front of a national audience. It would be too ugly.

  But as a melon-eating crowd, there is always a mentality of watching the excitement.

   "Damn, shouldn't you really want to work with a woman, shame a man."

   "He still has a face like a scumbag? Didn't Ms. Joe just say that? Even his daughter beats it, what a beast."

   "Scum, I want to go up and beat him up."

  ……

  Just as the crowd was enthusiastic, Geng Ying, as a lawyer, had been standing very close to Qiao Aiyun. She wanted to go up and persuade her, but felt that a dark shadow passed by her side...

  It was like a gust of wind, whizzing by, blowing all her short hair up and down.

  Song Jingren’s hand almost touched Qiao Aiyun’s face, and was severely bound.

  The manpower is so huge, like an iron arm, that he wants to crush his wrist bones.

   "Hmm—" Song Jingren's arm felt so weak that he lost strength in an instant.

  The feeling of pain spread all over the body instantly, "Let go!"

  His voice is thick and heavy, with an unspeakable sense of vicissitudes.

  Song Jingren was frightened by him last time. Hearing Yan Wangchuan's voice, his body reacted subconsciously and released all restraints against Qiao Aiyun.

  Qiao Aiyun didn't expect Yan Wangchuan to appear at this time, and looked at her with a little surprise.

   "Go and stand behind me."

   "Brother..." Qiao Aiyun's brain is about to explode. If he is really misunderstood and he is treated as a wild man, her guilt will be serious.

   Yan Wangchuan looked at her with a grim expression.

  She had no choice but to stand behind her.

   "You..." Song Jingren did not expect that he would dare to stand directly in front of the camera.

   was a little happy, but he was flustered again, because Qiao Aiyun really stood behind him obediently. Just now, she was serious and confronted herself with an arrogant face. At this moment, her hard shell faded, her expression softened a bit.

   "You thought you were taught twice by me, you shouldn't want to see me anymore?"

  Song Jingren twisted his wrist twice, Yan Wangchuan twisted his wrist, his fingers loosened and tight.

  Just when he was still breaking free, he punched him in the face.

   "Puff——" click.

  Song Jingren was knocked directly to the ground, his head was stunned, and the bones on his body were smashed as if they were about to split.

  Half of the face, bluish-purple mottled, seems to be distorted by a beating.

   shows how powerful it is.

  The fist wind is strong, as if carrying a severe cold wind.

   Fierce and spicy.

  Song Fengwan took a breath, is this what Uncle Yan calls a measure?

  It's really good.

  She couldn't say anything in her heart at this moment. Last time she saw Song Jingren, she still felt sour, but at this moment she felt a little inexplicable sense of relief...

  He is not worth it.

Song Jingren's head was beaten dumbfounded, and it took more than a minute to recover. Secretary Zhang on one side tried to help him, but he was glared back by a more cruel gaze. .

  The mass of reporters underneath were so nervous that they swallowed their saliva.

   "Fuck, this punch is really exciting."

   But his vision was sharp and his face was cold and stern, staring at Song Jingren, making people afraid to look at him.

  Everyone almost confirmed his identity based on his body contour.

   Yan Wangchuan loosened his wrist, wishing to crush him.

   "I am the man in the photo, the wild man in his mouth-my name is Yan Wangchuan."

   "Senior brother." Qiao Aiyun shook her heart.

   "Hiding behind a woman, is that a man?"

  Qiao Aiyun opened her mouth, he didn't say a word in advance, she didn't know how to deal with this situation.

  Yan Wangchuan stretched out his hand and pulled on his tie, and stood on the stage in such an upright manner, letting the reporter take a photo.

  The Yan family is very low-key, and there are not many people who know his name. He may occasionally see him on some wealth rankings, and it is also a quick glance.

  If it is Baidu search, it will naturally be another scene.

  The reporter has always been well-informed. Here, he reported his home, and immediately gathered all the detailed information about him.

  If these two people are so sneaky together, can they still stand in front of the camera like this?

  Too courageous.

  But for most people, Yan Wangchuan’s behavior is the real man!

  I think I can sprinkle some flowers~ hehe

  Brother, don’t lose the face of Lao Yan’s family this time, your mother despise you.

Brother Yan:...

  (End of this chapter)