Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

"Ah...this..."

Thinking of Chen Fang's underworld temperament, Liang Tian's dead appearance with a cigarette butt stuck in his forehead appeared before his eyes.

Zhu Yan was in a difficult position, "Chen Fangxin is ruthless, kills people without blinking an eye, and is not easy to mess with..."

"If you finish this, I will give you the underground business in Beijing."

Now that Jingxi and Jingnan were in Chen Fang's hands, Han Guanshan became more playful and did not want to take them back from him.

Zhu Yan was heartbroken.

Jingbei is more than just a simple nightclub, where all kinds of transactions are rampant...

It is not an exaggeration to say it is hell on earth.

"Master Han, let me give it a try. However, I heard that Chen Fang has a deep affection for this woman... I'm afraid that in the end, this matter will be messed up by you."

Very affectionate.

These four words made the veins on Han Guanshan's neck more abrupt.

Pursing his lips, laughter oozed from his throat, "Then tell Chen Fang, if he can't bear to give me a living person to play with, I will accept the dead one as well."

"If he wants to hang out underground in the capital, he can only choose between land and women."

Zhu Yan paid homage and hung up the phone, thinking how much hatred this was, and it was not necessary to cause death.

However, it is easier to snatch people from Chen Fang than from Fu Haitang.

Fortunately, Chen Fang had already snatched him away from Fu Haitang and was still raising him in Zongheng.

……

Han Guanshan put away his cell phone and returned to his seat in the restaurant.

He picked up the iced Coke and took a sip of it in disgust, then opened his mouth and took the fries dipped in ketchup handed to him from the other side. He frowned while eating: "How old are you to still eat these?"

"I'm here for the toys in the package."

The person opposite wiped his hands and continued to play SpongeBob SquarePants in the children's set without looking up.

"How come there is no sound when you spell this? Everyone else can sing." He raised his head and looked eagerly at the same guy on the next table who was squeaking.

Han Guanshan glanced at the table next to him and said nonchalantly, "Or? I'll grab it for you?"

……

The mother and her baby at the table next to her took a look at this Asian man in a floral shirt and black trousers with a sullen expression on his face, and changed seats.

"Forget it, bring it here and I'll fight it for you."

Han Guanshan took SpongeBob SquarePants, frowned and disassembled the parts, lit a cigarette and held it with his head tilted.

Before I could take two puffs, my cigarette was snatched away and put out by the person across from me. "You can't smoke in public places. It's immoral."

The bodyguard at the door looked at this scene and was not surprised.

The only person in the world who can take the cigarette from Mr. Han's mouth, the only person who can make Mr. Han surrender to KFC.

"By the way, I'm going back to China next month. Please don't secretly come to France to accompany me in the future."

Han Guanshan pressed the last part, turned on the switch, and smart music came.

He handed it over and said with deep eyes, "Oh, going back to China?"

-

Song Weiyu had already arrived at Zongheng, and when she saw Wen Ying standing at the door, a smile appeared on her face.

Before Chen Fang could open the car door for her, he ran down first and jumped with Wen Ying in his arms.

When Chen Fang saw this scene, he felt warm in his heart. He originally had no father or mother. During the years when he was a mercenary, he fell asleep with a gun in his hand every day, making a living at the edge of a knife. Even his life was not his own.

Now, it feels like home.

The two women had finished hugging each other, holding hands and discussing happily what to do for a while.

The sharp brake sound of the Maybach rang in my ears.

Song Jingming slammed the door, glanced at Sun Hexi, ignored everyone, and walked towards Wen Ying with a dark face.

Wen Ying glanced at him and hid behind Song Weiyu.

Song Jingming wanted to reach out and catch someone.

Chen Fang stood directly in front of him, frowning and looking at him, "I'm mute, don't you know how to call someone?"

Song Jingming stopped and stood face to face with him. The two are about the same height and both have cold and sharp looks.

The only difference is that Chen Fang is wearing a black shirt and Song Jingming is wearing a white shirt.

The air froze as the two looked at each other for a few seconds.

Song Jingming took a step back, tilted his head, and said in a long voice to Song Weiyu: "Mom, my son wishes you well..."

This unsparing look reminded Song Weiyu of Fu Haitang's arrogant and domineering behavior when he was young, fearing that the world would not be in chaos.

Sure enough, whoever raised this son looked like the other, the upper beam was not straight and the lower beam was crooked.

Chen Fang still had no intention of giving in.

During the confrontation between black and white, Song Jingming's cell phone rang. He took it out and looked at it, which made him smile deeply.

He stared at Chen Fang and put the phone to his ear.

"Hey, Dad." Dad called out crisply.

Chen Fang's eyes dimmed.

Song Weiyu's eyes widened as if reflexively, staring at his phone.

"Don't be so loud." A deep voice came.

Song Jingming turned his head and looked behind him. There were hurried pedestrians and heavy traffic on the street, which was perfectly normal.

However, his father's people are still hiding in which car and watching him.