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

  Chapter 176 Madman Joe: Very restrained, did not kill him

   Cloud City in winter, the wind is heavy and the lights are like daylight.

  Song Fengwan was sitting in the car, the car galloping, and the mottled neon lights set off her side flickeringly and dimming, and the aperture was dimmed. Her heart was a bit sour, but she felt relieved.

  When the car was driving to the city center, there was a traffic jam, and her phone vibrated, "Hey, Mom."

  "Do you still want to eat barbecue?" Qiao Aiyun thought that she had torn her face, she was definitely not in the mood to eat, but she did not expect to tear off his fake face in public, and it was easier than ever.

   "Uncle Yan eat it?"

   "He doesn't care." Qiao Aiyun asked him, but she was still rigid and silent for a long time, "You ask Fu Chen?"

  Song Fengwan turned his head to look at Fu Chen, "San Ye, do you eat barbecue?"

  Fu Shen Gang raised his eyelids...

   "He said he eats."

  Fu Shen raised his eyebrows. Did he speak just now?

  This girl simply helped him endorse.

  "Then go to the one in the city center, the charcoal grilled meat you like." After busy working all night, no one had dinner. She called Geng Ying again and asked Song Fengwan to greet the ten parties.

  This made Shifang flattered, and he did not dare to arrogantly swagger in front of Fu Chen, so he could only send a message to Qianjiang, saying that Qiao Aiyun was inviting guests to eat meat.

   Qianjiang looked down at the cabbage porridge in front of him, pursed his mouth, and turned off the phone directly.

  Fu Shen's cell phone also began to vibrate restlessly, it was nothing that Duan Linbai began to jump in the group.

  【Why are it so quiet? Let’s get up together. The live broadcast tonight is really sour. 】

  【Let me just say, if this man can't control his lower body, he will be no different from a beast. 】

  【It's time to slap to death. 】

  ……

  He also sent countless beating emoticons until Fu Chen sent a message.

  【Duan Linbai, when I go back, please go skiing. 】

  Duan Lin Bai only feels that his back is cool, whoosh, fucking?

  Skiing? In the wilderness, what is this guy doing to himself?

  He's behaved tonight, he didn't do anything.

  Fu Shen Qinghao, he really did nothing else, just sent a message to Song Fengwan.

  A group of people arrived at the barbecue restaurant. Qiao Aiyun asked for a box. It was already dinner. There were few people and many boxes. If it is normal, it must be booked in advance.

  Fu Shen was too polite, Yan Wangchuan was too boring, Shi Fang did not dare to order, and the ordering matters were done by a few ladies.

  When the waiter started using the charcoal fire, sparks suddenly popped out, splashed on Qiao Aiyun's hand, and almost burned her.

  A few men did aside, Yan Wangchuan's seat was a little far away from her, and he stood up excitedly.

   "Madam, sorry." The waiter hurriedly apologized.

   "I didn't touch it." Qiao Aiyun frowned, her eyelids jumped, with a bad premonition.

  **

  Song Jingren, escorted by the hotel security, stumbled and climbed into the car. He was kicked a few times on the way. It was obvious that someone caught fish in the water and took the opportunity to beat him.

  There are too many people, and he can't find anyone to do it privately, so he can only stare with anger.

   "Mr. Song, shall I take you to the hospital?" Secretary Zhang timidly suggested, and his heart was still beating at this moment.

   "So many reporters, go to the hospital? Do you think I am not embarrassing enough tonight?" Song Jingren kicked him twice with anger, "Go home!"

Although the Song’s villa is a single-family house, the public security is good. It is still in the villa area. He agreed to hold a confession banquet before. In order to build momentum, the media reporters were allowed to enter. Come in.

  There is no safer place than home.

   "Then what should we do tonight..."

   "What to do, go back first!" Song Jingren spoke now, half of his face was almost numb with pain.

  He thought it was safe to go back, but he did not know that the danger was approaching inch by inch.

  **

  Joy Xiyan on the other side, while driving, Yu Guang also looked at the person beside him.

  To go to Song's house, you have to pass through the city, a few steps and a traffic light sidewalk, and the car drove very slowly.

   "Dad, this Song Jingren is really not a thing..."

   "Beast." Someone corrects his wording.

   "Well, it's a beast. I'll see you later, but I still have to be in control. Can't you do stupid things for this kind of person?"

  "Your dad is such an unrestrained person?"

  Josie smiled angrily, when have you ever restrained.

  In a blink of an eye, the car was almost at the Song's house. The two of them were relatives in-laws. Qiao Xiyan's car used to enter and exit the villa area frequently. The security did not stop it and let it through.

   "Dad, I'll be here soon."

"Ok."

  "Later..."

  "You are not such a person with lack of vision, don't you see me and don't want to listen to you?"

  Josie was stunned.

   "By the way, regarding the things you concealed from me, I will settle this account with you."

  Qiao Xiyan grasped the steering wheel with his fingers, and he knew that in this matter, he would die sooner or later, and then he could only ask his aunt and cousin to help him speak nice things.

  When the car stopped at the door of Song's house, the lights inside the house were brilliant, the windows were filled with water vapor, and the interior could not be clearly seen, and the buildings were faintly visible.

  Qiao Xiyan had just stopped the car, and the person beside him slapped his seat belt, opened the door and got out of the car, angrily.

  He hurriedly got out of the car to catch up.

Secretary Zhang had just sent Song Jingren back. When the doctor came, he was about to leave. As soon as he opened the door, he saw a dark figure rushing over. Only when he walked to the porch and the light passed by did he see the man's face clearly. .

  The man is in his early forties, lean and capable, wearing a refined black blouse, walking with wind, his eyes are cold, he is still holding...

Knife?

  His heart is beating, this is not...

  The head of the Qiao family.

  The light glided across the edge of the knife, and there were four chills.

   "..." Secretary Zhang was afraid to speak, and timidly gave way.

   "Uncle Zhang, I'll see you off." From inside came the voice of a girl, Jiang Fengya just walked to the door, and happened to have a face-to-face meeting with the oncoming people...

  She is wearing a beautiful and exquisite lace nightdress, the floor heating is on in the house, and the warmth is warm. She also wears a delicate crystal hairpin in her hair. She has been learning how to dress herself recently, and she looks like a rich lady.

   "That... are you?"

  The man is too thin, with slightly narrowed black eyes, it seems that there is a force of thousands of horses, and Jiang Fengya's heart is trembled, and his sharp head is cold and cold.

  The clothes are thin, but she still looks like a peak, proudly upright, staring at her, with disdain and disdain in her eyes, and her sharp eyebrows eclipsed the biting cold wind.

  He ignored Jiang Fengya and walked directly into the house.

   "Sir, who are you?" Jiang Fengya stretched out his hand to block his way after passing by the entrance.

   "Go away!"

  "Believe it or not, I call the police." Jiang Fengya has lived here for more than ten days, as if she had already regarded herself as her master.

  "Miss..." Secretary Zhang hurried over and pulled her aside, "This is Mr. Joe, shut up, stop talking nonsense."

  "Qiao..." Jiang Fengya felt that this man looked familiar, and he had seen photos of him in Song Feng's room before.

  Song Fengwan’s uncle——

  Qiao Wangbei.

   "Dove occupying the magpie's nest, do you really consider yourself something?" Qiao Wangbei gave her a slanted look.

  "People can’t choose their own origin. Maybe you have had a bad life in the past ten years. But doing evil with this is a vicious heart. She looks at a pretty girl and doesn’t do human affairs."

   "Miss still? Don't you feel guilty?"

  Jiang Fengya's small face instantly turned white, her delicate body trembling lightly, she was obviously out of anger.

"Even if you are Song Fengwan's uncle, you are not qualified to yell at someone else's house." The first time she saw Qiao Wangbei, she was humiliated and she was naturally angry. Besides, she was going to get divorced soon. Not qualified to come here.

   "I'm not qualified? Then what kind of thing are you, can you live here so shamelessly?"

  He had a sour tone and a tricky speech, and he could accurately poke her sore spots every time. Jiang Fengya couldn't say that he could only stare with anger.

  Qiao Wangbei lightly said, "Song Jingren dare not yell at me, are you worthy?"

  Qiao Xiyan had already caught up, looking at his dad's arrogant appearance, reached out and touched his nose.

  This Jiang Feng Ya is not a fool, his father is angry, and she hits the gun directly, isn’t she sincerely seeking death?

  **

  Song Jingren was originally lying in the bedroom on the second floor, with a private doctor helping to treat the wounds on his body. He heard the sound of a dispute from downstairs, thinking that someone had chased the house to make trouble, and became more annoyed.

  This is all back to your own territory, can you let people ride on your head and yell?

  Ignoring the doctor's obstruction, I walked downstairs after wearing slippers.

   "...Who is yelling outside again, are you people dead? Just hit me out, why are you standing here!"

Before Song Jingren reached the first floor, he saw several servants standing in the living room, but he didn't dare to move.

   "I am raising you to eat plain rice!"

  He has been puffed up tonight, no one is pleasing to his eyes.

   "Dare to go to my house and make trouble, I would like to see, who is so courageous..."

  Song Jingren walked to the first floor and saw the two people standing in the hallway. Their faces flushed with anger just now became intertwined with blue and white, their expressions frightened, as if they had seen a ghost.

   "Who? I am your uncle!" Qiao Wangbei gripped the knife in his hand and rushed directly towards him.

  Song Jingren walked back two steps, slammed his back against the handrails of the stairs, his body skewed, and almost fell, his collar was grabbed by someone, and the whole person was lifted and pressed directly against the wall.

   "You...how do you..."

   "Song Jingren, when you married my sister, did I warn you, if you dare to let her down? I will kill you!"

  Qiao looked cold at his fingertips, holding his collar with great strength, and the collar locked his neck, making him a little breathless.

   "I..." Song Jingren resisted instinctively. As soon as his finger touched his arm, a cold touch was already on his face.

  The blade was sharp and sharp. Just when the sharp blade hit it, it pierced the skin, and a drop of blood rolled down the blade.

  He was so scared that he paled.

  The few people around were even more afraid to move. Jiang Fengya stood on one side, panting for breath, with a frightened expression.

  Song Jingren Yu Guang can vaguely see the carving knife, scared to death, "You calm down..."

   "Calm down? Even the illegitimate daughter dare to take home and drive my sister and niece out of the house? Who gives you the courage!"

   "Song Jingren, I haven't troubled you in the past two years. Do you treat me like a dead person?"

   "Still think our Qiao family is no one?"

  The stale air he exhaled was full of coolness, holding a carving knife, and constantly patted his face.

  Song Jingren was so scared that his legs became weak. How powerful is this thing. He had seen it in Qiao’s house. It didn’t take a lot of work to cut iron. What's more?

  Chill rose from the soles of his feet, and his legs became weak.

   "I watched the press conference just now, and I really didn't think that you, such a bullshit, would dare to cheat? You weren't a man just now, and you kept saying you want to do something with my sister?"

  "You try to touch her with a finger?"

   "See if I can chop off your fingers one by one!"

  His carving knife fell on the back of his hand, making him weak in fright.

  "I did not do this right, my fault..." Song Jingren was cleaned up by him since he entered Qiao's house, and the two have never dealt with it.

  Qiao Wangbei's temper was stubborn and violent, and if he didn't agree with him, he started directly.

  He is a craftsman with strong hands. Song Jingren didn't ask for any benefit in his hands when he was young, let alone now?

   "Never mind if you make a mistake? You have delayed my sister's life..." Qiao Wangbei said that he was about to poke his face with a knife, and the blade was aimed at his eyes.

  Song Jingren's pupils dilated, and seeing the blade approaching inch by inch, he almost urinated in fright.

   "Ah——" Jiang Fengya stretched out her hand and covered her eyes.

  Josie squinted her eyes, and a heart hung in her throat.

  His dad is going crazy, he can't stop him, he can only take out his phone and send a message to Qiao Aiyun...

  **

  Qiao Aiyun is worrying about how to solve the meat in front of him.

Yan Wangchuan didn’t speak, but grilled a bunch of meat for her. She didn’t eat much and didn’t eat much, but someone didn’t listen. She served a plate of raw meat, and half of it fell into her plate after it was cooked. .

  There are junior children, and Qiao Aiyun panicked.

  The most important thing is that he can't cook at all, and some of them are already battered, which is really hard to swallow.

   Just when she was worried, the phone vibrated twice, Qiao Xiyan's message.

  She clicked and took a look.

  【Song family, my dad is killing someone. 】

  She jumped out of her chair in shock.

   "Mom?" Song Fengwan licked the sauce at the corner of his mouth, what's the matter? The reaction is so big.

   "Your uncle is here, at the villa." She pulled her clothes and ran outside.

  Fu Shen put down his chopsticks, but he came, he thought the father and son were lost.

   "I came here, why are you so scared?" Geng Ying is the one who doesn't know Qiao Wangbei the least, so he took the clothes and hurriedly chased it out.

   "My uncle has a nickname called'Joe Madman', and he goes crazy, no one can stop it." Song Feng ran out of the down jacket on the evening bed.

  Fu Chen and Yan Wangchuan looked at each other.

   Yan Wangchuan’s eyes were very dark, and it was expected that Qiao Wangbei’s appearance was not an accident. The greatest possibility was that someone notified him, because he was slightly surprised when he heard him coming. Only Fu Chen was calm as usual.

  As if everything was expected.

  Fu Jiashan attacked people's hearts, he was strategic, and Fu Shen was also a young man, and his mind was so deep and terrifying.

  **

  Song House Villa

   Seeing the blade approaching, Song Jingren’s brain went blank in fright. Even the struggle was weak and weak. He instinctively closed his eyes, but the expected pain did not appear.

  His eyelids twitched, and he opened his eyes tremblingly. The blade was already close to his pupils, about half a centimeter, at a precise distance, as long as one inch forward could make him blind.

   "Don't shake, it's none of my business if you bump into it." Qiao Wangbei smiled deep.

  This is really a bullshit.

  Song Jingren's back pressed against the wall, not daring to move.

"Don't be afraid, I will keep your eyeballs for you, and I am afraid that my knife will be soiled." Qiao Wangbei raised his hand and poke the carving knife to one side of the wall, and the knife directly pierced the masonry. Embed firmly in the wall.

   "..." Song Jingren thought he had escaped, panting heavily.

   but never thought that next Qiao Wangbei twisted his wrist, clenched his fingers, and smashed a few punches in his face.

   The strength is extremely ruthless, and his eyes are stained with blood, obviously with great anger.

  He hit a few times and let go.

  Song Jingren was dying, leaving his shackles, like a puddle of mud limp on the ground.

   "If I remember this house correctly, if it is registered under the name of Wanwan, you should not be eligible to live here."

  Death silence.

   "Who is that, what are you doing in a daze, but you can't help your dad and get out immediately." Qiao Wangbei glanced at Jiang Fengya.

  She trembled, and hurried over to help Song Jingren, "Dad, slow down..."

   "That...Mr. Joe, it's so late, we still have a lot of things to pack..." Jiang Fengya had never seen such a crazy person, and her voice trembled with fright.

   "You brought things in? What is yours here? What else do you want to take away?" Qiao Wangbei looked at her seriously

"I……"

   "Go!" Song Jingren was really afraid of him, and wanted to stay away from him quickly.

   "Your rubbish, I will let someone clean it out and throw it out. If you want, you can go to the trash can to pick it up tomorrow morning."

  Qiao Wangbei's eyes are red, and he has a murderous heart.

  ……

  Qiao Aiyun When a group of people rushed to Song's house, Qiao Xiyan ordered takeout, and Qiao's father and son were eating at the table.

   "Brother——" Qiao Aiyun was dressed coarsely, and the cold wind blushed her face.

   "Have you eaten it? This sour soup is good for fat beef."

   "Brother, you put him..."

   "Don't worry, I'm very restrained and didn't kill him."

  The last of the ten parties came in. Hearing this, he almost fell.

  His tone...

   Really arrogant.

  I just want to say, such an uncle will give me a dozen, haha

  Today is the last day of 2018, hey, time flies so fast~

  After another year with you, on the last day of the year, I was still in the codeword [cover my face]

  (End of this chapter)