Quick Transmigration Little Stalker: The big villain is moving

Chapter 250 Miss Republic of China is acting like a baby again (1)

Su Jing's summer is a kind of stuffy weather, but after a rain, it will be much cooler.

The ten-mile green lotus blooms unrestrainedly on the lake, pink, white, and emerald-like roots, touched by the rain and kissed by the wind.
The misty rain towers are like a scroll of poetry.

On the eaves of the green ridge, the rainwater accumulated and accumulated, waiting for the cracks in the tiles to hold no more, it was like a string of pearl tears, falling to the ground with a patter, and also brushed on the soot-white wall, playing a soothing sound .

Outside, the view and atmosphere are irresistibly relaxing and joyful.

Inside the house, the three cups of Guanyin tea have bottomed out, and the reminiscence has come to an end, the next step is to get straight to the point
"What did the governor say? You want to divorce me from the Jiang family?" Jiang's father couldn't hold back, he took down the teacup with his big palm, and slammed it on the table with a "bang".

He is over forty years old, but he can vaguely see the appearance of Yushu Linfeng when he was young.

It's just that on that face, it's a little more troubled now, and a little less calm.

His eyes were sharp, but there was still some fear and apprehension in his eyes.

Although the man next to him was young, he was the youngest warlord commander in the Southern Military Region, and he had absolute power and voice in his hands.

If it wasn't for the fact that the Jiang family had a marriage contract with the ancestor of the warlord, how could he have climbed to such a high level with his little chief financial officer alone.

The white gloves were taken off slowly, and a pair of beautiful slender hands played with the pocket watch in the palm, flicking it open from time to time, and closing it forcefully.

That sound seemed to strike Father Jiang's heart with a warning.

This is the man who licks blood on the tip of a knife all year round and holds the barrel of a gun in his hand all the time.

There is no need to say a word, let alone a look, just the biting chill all over the body is enough to choke a person's throat and tremble with fear.

Jiang's father was gently tugged at his sleeve by Jiang's mother behind him, implying that he should restrain himself and not annoy the cold-blooded warlord in front of him.

In case people were really provoked, the dozen or so security guards at the door might point guns at their heads.

Father Jiang forced himself to suppress the anger in his heart, and said in a deliberative voice, "Overlord, this marriage contract was made by the ancestors anyway, if it is reckless, it will be cancelled, and our Jiang family will be laughed at to death."

The man who was playing with the pocket watch stopped, put the pocket watch into his military trousers, and slowly raised his head.

Zhang Yanqing clasped his hands together, and tapped the index finger of his right hand on the back of his left hand. His voice was calm and cold, but also with a firmness that could not be refused, "President Jiang also said that the marriage contract was made by the ancestors, but my ancestors of the Zhang family If they all died in battle, this marriage contract is meaningless even if it is kept."

He stopped tapping his fingers, "Besides, I heard that Miss Jiang is studying abroad, and she seems to have a secret love affair with an international student."

Father Jiang stared, "This is impossible!"

Zhang Yanqing waved to the guard beside him.

Zong Yu quickly took out a stack of letters from his arms and handed them to Father Jiang.

The letters were opened, and it was indeed the eldest daughter Jiang Ting's handwriting.

In the letter, Jiang Ting disclosed her love and acquaintance with an overseas student, and hoped that her parents could cancel the marriage contract between Jiang's family and Zhang's family as soon as possible.

"This, this." Jiang's father was holding a stack of letters, his hands shaking with anger, "Naughty girl!"

"Since Ms. Jiang doesn't want to be bound and free by the marriage contract, why not take advantage of today and let our two families dissolve the marriage contract peacefully."

Jiang's father and Jiang's mother looked at each other, and they both saw the slightest wavering in each other's eyes.

Their Jiang family is not the kind of mansion that loves vanity, and it is impossible to give up their daughter's lifelong happiness for the benefit of the family.

Since both of them hate marriage, maybe breaking off the engagement is the best arrangement?

In this way, it seems that the Jiang family is magnanimous, and it can also make a good impression in front of this warlord.

Father Jiang moved his lips, the "persistence" in his heart was already crumbling.

Zhang Yanqing glanced at him, her eyes were dark and deep, and offered a reward for breaking the engagement, "One hundred thousand."

One hundred thousand!

That was the expenses of their Jiang family for several years.

"No, there's no need." Father Jiang waved his hand in embarrassment.

Since the engagement was terminated peacefully, is it reasonable to still charge money?
Father Jiang coughed lightly, and was about to agree to the request of the man in military uniform.

Outside the living room, a soft white mass rushed in from the yard.

It's a chubby little white cat.

The cat's body was splashed and wet by the rain, and its paws were also stepping on the mud. There were many mud spots on its snow-white fur, as if it had just been splashed in the mud.

As soon as the little paw fluttered, it jumped onto the man's military trousers, and stepped on the clean trousers to make four paw prints.

Zhang Yanqing pursed her lips.

Holding the cat by its neck with one hand, he picked it up, touched the gun at his waist with the other hand, and loaded it slowly.

Outside the door, light footsteps stepped on the raindrops, gradually advancing, and there was a burst of laughter as light as a wind chime.

"Peach, peach—"

"Where have you been?"

Zhang Yanqing raised his eyebrows.
(End of this chapter)