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

  Chapter 189 Uncle Joe vs. Senior Brother, Two Hundred and Five

  【Think about me, based on marriage. 】

  Qiao Aiyun stared at the message, stunned for a long time, then scrolled down, there are other messages.

【I'm serious. 】

  【I will be good to you in the future. 】

  【I will learn things that I don’t know, what you don’t like, as long as you say, I will change them】

  ……

   sent about a dozen messages.

  She frowned slightly.

  Did he drink too much? Or is the phone stolen?

  This is not his style at all.

  She frowned and sent him a message back.

  【Is it myself? 】

   Yan Wangchuan sat on the hotel sofa, folded his arms, looked serious, staring at the phone, turning the volume to maximum, staring at the phone with pitch-black eyes, for fear of missing the call.

  Unexpectedly, this is the information waiting to come.

  He squinted his eyes and replied, [I am Yan Wangchuan. 】

  Qiao Aiyun: [Drink too much? 】

   Yan Wangchuan's breath became heavy: [No. 】

   Then there is no more dialogue...

  This frustrated Yan Wangchuan.

  About this matter, he consulted many people and checked a lot of information online.

  Many people say, prepare flowers or gifts and tell her in person, but in this case, if the other party doesn't like you, or refuses in person, everyone is embarrassed, and in serious cases, they may not be able to be friends in the future.

Yan Wangchuan directly rejected this method.

  The latter method is to use some euphemisms.

  He also asked Fu Shen about this matter.

Fu Shen said, "The current relationship between the two of you should be clarified directly. Be tactful and let her think about it. Don't push too hard. Give both sides some retreat. Give her some space to let her understand that you are waiting for her. That's it."

  Fu Shen meant to ask him to speak in person, speak artistically, how did he know that Yan Wangchuan’s so-called euphemism was actually through sending messages.

  **

  Qiao Aiyun finished sending the message, put on the clothes and walked downstairs while running down.

  She thought that Qiao Wangbei’s temper must have thrown Song Jingren’s clothes away. She never expected that he would rush to the Song Group and beat Song Jingren violently.

  Don’t know what’s going on now?

  When she rushed downstairs, the first floor was brightly lit and there was a sound of cooking in the kitchen.

  She walked over quickly, Qiao Wangbei was looking down and cutting vegetables, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of her, and smiled, "I was just about to go upstairs and call you, ready to eat, I made pimple soup, and just fry another dish."

   "Brother, did you go to Song Jingren?" Qiao Aiyun looked hesitant.

   "I'm just returning things to him." Qiao Wangbei said nonchalantly, "talking to him by the way."

  Qiao Aiyun took a deep breath.

   "What's the matter? He still complains to you in private?" He shook the kitchen knife in his hand.

   "No."

   "Don't you still worry about him?" Qiao Wangbei raised his eyebrows.

"Of course not. I have seen so many things before. In this life, his life and wealth have nothing to do with me. I am worried that you rushed over and beat him up, and he will trouble you again, afraid that you will go to court. "

   "He has no time to talk to me, he is busy." Qiao Wangbei grinned.

  Qiao Aiyun walked over and helped him pick vegetables, "What do you mean?"

   "The three people who came to find fault at home in the morning, when we were at the police station, didn't we leave phone calls to each other? I called them and said that Song Jingren used them as gunmen and deliberately asked them to ask for the homestead."

  Qiao Aiyun was stunned, her fingers slammed hard, and Xiao Qingcai was broken by her.

   "The group of rascals didn't get any benefit from us. They must go to Song Jingren for a while."

  "How do they know the current situation of the Song Group? In their hearts, Song Jingren is a rich man and a relative, making trouble."

   "Those people are rascals who are not afraid of embarrassment, but the Song family group can't help but toss them. In order to appease them, Song Jingren will have to send them out even if he is reluctant to borrow money."

  In Qiao Aiyun's heart, her brother has always been outspoken and straightforward. Since the last divorce incident, when he quickly cut the mess, she knew that Qiao Wangbei would count people.

  Especially this time.

   Actually still play Yin?

   "The Song family is not going to borrow money from this field." Qiao Aiyun thought about seeing him before, clearly driving a luxury car and wearing a famous watch.

   "What a shit, he just slapped his face to pretend to be his grandson. I went to the Song Group today, and most of the employees ran away, and the rest were paid."

   "Now in the entire Cloud City, no bank is willing to lend to them. If this continues, just wait to drink Northwest Wind."

   "It's just a dead end at the moment. If there is no such thing as a facade, huh—" Qiao Wangbei shook his head.

  Qiao Aiyun chuckled, what does this have to do with her.

   "By the way, Ai Yun, Aunt Yan came over today, what did you say in private?" Qiao Wangbei raised his eyebrows.

  "Just a few small words." She lowered her head and continued picking vegetables.

  "What do you think of this fellow brother?"

  Qiao Aiyun heard this, her head was a little big, "Brother, I just got divorced, and there are a lot of things to deal with, so don't talk about it."

   "What happened to the divorce, I didn't let you two get married right away?"

  "I am not a teenage girl anymore. I have been married and have a child. I have to think about it later. I also know that my brother is kind to me, but my current situation...will only drag him down."

   "It has been a drag for more than 20 years." Qiao Wangbei hummed softly.

  Qiao Aiyun flushed her face.

  "I’m telling you the truth, brother has a stubborn temper, and he has a stubborn mind. If you don’t want him, he will go to the nursing home in his old age."

  Qiao Aiyun lowered her head and said nothing.

   "I see him like this, he is also sad. I have never seen such a lack of heart and eyes. He has done everything, and he still has to say something to you? What is this hanging in the air, half-dead?"

   "He said." Qiao Aiyun whispered.

   "Say it? When, why don't I know."

   "Sent a message before."

   "Puff——" Qiao Wangbei suddenly knocked the kitchen knife on the cutting board.

  What age is this, texting? Is he sincere?

  Go talk to him later.

  **

  And the Song Group at this moment

  Song Jingren finally collected one hundred thousand yuan and handed it to his third uncle before reluctantly dismissing them. After being beaten severely by Qiao Wangbei, his whole body hurts and his relatives came to make trouble, which made him crazy.

  Piansheng was in the company again. Even if he was upset, he didn't dare to vent it, which caused his brain to twitch.

  He originally planned to let these poor relatives come to make trouble, and he took the opportunity to save the United States as a hero. After so many years, he knew that Qiao Aiyun was soft-hearted and worried. He might be moved. The relationship between the two still has room for maneuver.

  Even if the Song family is about to fall, if the Qiao family is involved in the Jing family, it would be too easy to get over this line.

  The plan cannot keep up with the changes, and Yan Wangchuan takes the lead.

   "What a great deal!" Song Jingren remembered his plan, but was swiftly ascended, so he almost vomited blood.

   "Mr. Song." Secretary Zhang pushed the door in, only to pull with relatives of the Song family, he went up to help, there were blood stains on his face at the moment.

   "How is it? I found it?" Song Jingren reached out and pulled her messy hair a few times.

   "Well, the lady is going abroad on flight number 31, and on flight number 2 at night, she arrived in Yuncheng."

   "I know." Since Qiao Aiyun is useless, he can only start with Song Fengwan. Qiao's family loves her very much. If she is on her side, everything will be better.

  "According to the airline, one of the men traveling with her was holding a prayer bead...According to the description of the figure, it is probably the third master of the Fu family."

  Song Jingren's fingers patting her hair paused slightly, "Fu Chen is so kind to her?"

  If the relationship is not good, who will take a child who is not a relative or a child to go abroad.

  "I’m not sure, the young lady has lived in Fu Sanye’s house for so long, so I guess the relationship is good."

  Song Jingren clenched his fists with both hands and slammed the table.

  He was still thinking about why Fu Chen suddenly targeted him. He thought it was the Fu family who was still blaming Jiang Fengya for calculating Fu Yuxiu's affairs. The source of this was Song Fengwan.

Oh shit!

  At a loss, he still pressed Bao on Jiang Fengya.

  If it weren't for her, why he had ended up in such a field, the more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became.

  "Do you know the specific flight information?"

   "Well, the ticket was booked a few days ago, and I asked someone to check the information."

  ……

  Song Fengwan is now his last straw.

  **

the other side

  Yan Wangchuan ate dinner with her mother and sent her back to the room to rest, but he went back to the room and continued to be depressed.

  He is still annoyed at the moment, why doesn’t Qiao Aiyun return his message? Is this a rejection?

  At this moment, there was a door bell outside. He looked through the cat’s eyes, Qiao Wangbei, what is he doing so late?

  As soon as the door opened, he held the knife and rushed towards him...

   "Yan Wangchuan, send a message to confess? You idiot two hundred and five, is your brain squeezed by the door! It's really a stone in a cesspit, smelly and hard! It's impossible to save..."

   Yan Wangchuan raised his eyebrows, and with a big wave of his hand, he pushed him directly out.

   With a "bang--", the door was closed.

  Qiao Wangbei looked dazed.

  He reached out and knocked, "If you really want to be with Ai Yun, just chat with me."

Yan Wangchuan then opened the door, "No matter how big or small, I will throw you out."

  Qiao Wangbei squeezed the knife in his hand tightly: At this time, he gave him a brother-in-law, absolutely.

  I think Uncle Qiao, let him fend for himself, anyway, brother is single by his strength, haha...

  *

  The double monthly pass will end tomorrow. Let’s take a look at the personal center, and the monthly pass will support it at the beginning of the month.

  (End of this chapter)