President, your wife has slapped you in the face again.

Song Ziheng was still in a dazed state, Leng Qing snorted, his eyes were full of contempt.

"Do I still dare to hand it over to you? I don't even know that a thief has entered my house! Still want to make a fortune with me? Heh... just dreaming!"

After finishing the words, Leng Qing grabbed Feng Yin's shoulders and brought her to him without saying anything.

"Don't touch the hidden weapon in your sleeve! Otherwise...you won't be able to get out of this room! My little Yinyin..."

For the last sentence, Leng Qing lowered his voice, only he and Feng Yin knew it.

boom!Fengyin felt his brain bursting for a moment, and his whole body was like falling into a frozen lake in December, the bone-chilling cold enveloping his whole body.

"Third Young Master, this is a little thief from the Song family. Why bother you?" Song Ziheng's eyes flickered. Yes, wouldn't it be troublesome to just let him go?
"Isn't it enough for you to bother me? Someone saw me talking with you! If it gets out, should I continue to do business with Leng Qing? Your Song family is so good on the surface, if people know You are on the same boat as Huang gambling and drugging behind your father's back! What chance do you have to stay in the Song family? It doesn't matter if you die, don't implicate me!"

After Leng Qing finished speaking, he carried Feng Yin and walked towards the door.

Song Ziheng watched helplessly, but didn't have the courage to stop.

When Leng Qing left with the man in black, Song Ziheng's eyes fell on the back of the man in black, and he suddenly thought of something.

The back is thin and slender, why does it look so much like the young man who came to repair the TV line in the evening?Could it be him?But what if you know?People have been taken away by Leng Qing...

"Old Li..."

Song Ziheng squeezed out two words between his teeth, the old guy must have fallen asleep while watching people and wasn't telling the truth!Let's see if he doesn't hang him up and smoke him half to death!

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"Leng Qing! Let go!"

"Let go of me, you scum! I won't talk to a scum like you who sells drugs and hurts people!"

Feng Yin was dragged out of Song's house by Leng Qing, and directly stuffed into his black car.

The car sped all the way, and stopped after a few intersections. Leng Qing raised his hand and tore off the mask on Feng Yin's head, revealing her flushed face filled with anger and hatred.

The scene in front of him made Leng Qing panic inexplicably, and the feeling of longing seemed to be just his wishful thinking.

Looking at Feng Yin who bared his teeth and claws, wishing to tear him into pieces, Leng Qing said slowly in his heart: Feng Yin, long time no see.I am completely alive, and the first person I came to look for was you!

But Feng Yin punched Leng Qing hard on the shoulder.

"Heh! Now you're taking the little chili route? Do you still want to tear up my clothes and ride on me, and let me take you off?"

It doesn't matter how many punches Leng Qing received from her, the point is that he guessed right this time!She is really at Song's house!
His brows and eyes are unruly and evil, and his eyes are flowing, evil and arrogance are intertwined in his eyes, like starlight quenched by poison, looking bright, but the brighter the light, the stronger the poison.His powerful eyes contained strong aggression, and he was about to firmly control her in his eyes and in his heart.

"Leng Qing, I really didn't expect that you are so cheap that Song Ziheng will sell your goods for you! You really have no bottom line in order to make money! Scum!"

Snapped!
Feng Yin raised his hand and slapped Leng Qing on the face.

This slap was not only because of the cooperation between Leng Qing and Song Ziheng, but also because of the unspeakable hatred between her and Song Ziheng in the previous life!Also because Leng Qing ruined her plan.

After tonight, Song Ziheng became vigilant, and it was even more difficult for him to enter the Song family again.She patted her chest with Fu Ju and promised to complete the task on time. Who would have thought that a lunatic Leng Qing would pop up halfway.