Sick, he's the best

Chapter 7
Ten-level red warning sounded the alarm! ! ! !
Fu Qing struggled to the death, showing tenacious vitality: "Master, that... that... there is no need to..."

Fu Shennian snorted coldly, curled his lips, smiled, and slightly hooked the end of his eyes, lifting a smile that was not a smile, and he leaned lazily on the back seat with his legs crossed: "The world is so beautiful, but I am so irritable. Not good, not good."

He shook his head, looking like a gentleman and a good leader.

"Perhaps, I should be kind to my subordinates."

Kind? ?
Hearing this, Fu Qing was shocked, his whole face suddenly turned into a bitter face, and he became even more panicked.

The Patriarch's smile made life and death unpredictable!

Fu Qing immediately shouted: "Master! I was wrong!!"

That voice was earth-shattering, weeping ghosts and gods, comparable to a national-level tenor!

"Patriarch, you really shouldn't have given that bracelet to someone just now." Jiang Nan couldn't help but say something more while driving.

That stuff is worth a fortune.

What's more, you shouldn't have that kind of compassion. Born in Jiang's family, if you are too kind, that's hell!
The old lady taught the Patriarch many times before her life that she should not show that little bit of compassion, otherwise she would be swallowed alive sooner or later!

I would rather let the people of the world lose me than let the people of the world lose me!
What's more, the child has no relationship or reason with the Patriarch.

Jiang Mingrou sat in the carriage with her eyes closed, feigned sleep, and listened quietly, without saying a word.

Her glamorous face is hidden in the gloomy shadow, with some indescribable glamor and beauty.

"Miss, have you forgotten what the old lady taught you before?"

Jiang Mingrou said indifferently, "It's not a rare thing, just give it away."

She has a lot of things like that, but she never takes a second look.

Jiang Mingrou is quite different from ordinary women. Most women like beautiful jewelry, but Jiang Mingrou is different. She doesn't like these expensive jewelry.

She is more interested in a gun that allows her to get used to it and a knife that is extremely hard and easy to handle.

"But... Patriarch, you have no relationship or reason with him, no..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was immediately stopped by that cold voice.

"Jiangnan."

Half of the woman's face was covered in the shadow of half-brightness and half-sleep. With these two words, the carriage suddenly became quiet.

Jiang Nan glanced sideways at his Patriarch, his lips moved as he wanted to say something more, but he hesitated to speak on his face.

Jiang Mingrou's scallion-like index finger was pressed on her lips, and her jade fingers were touching. Half of her face was covered by the silhouette, making it difficult for people to see her expression clearly, but the temperature around her body dropped inexplicably. .

Jiang Nan, Jiang Yan, and Jiang Yu all followed Jiang Mingrou since childhood. Combined, it is Jiangnan Misty Rain.

This is the name Jiang Mingrou gave them. At that time, they were in the Jiangnan area. Grandpa Jiang sent the three of them to Jiang Mingrou's side. The three skinny children stood in front of the young lady, looking a little stretched. , cramped, Jiang Mingrou's temperament since she was a child was extraordinary, overwhelming.

They were afraid of this young lady at that time.

At that time, Jiang Mingrou was only four years old.

She gave them a surname and a first name respectively, and the surname Jiang was to give them the greatest honor and recognition.

The three of them exist to protect Jiang Mingrou. They have been her playmates and companions since she was a child. They can also be regarded as her bodyguards, right-hand men. Jiang Nan knows Jiang Mingrou best.

Jiang Mingrou's voice was colder than usual, and Jiang Nan stopped talking.

A quiet room.

No one spoke anymore.

For a moment, the silence in the carriage made people feel frightened, chills down the spine, and a little creepy.

A few cars drove by the road in an uproar, majestic and majestic, with a bit of indescribable domineering.

With a swish, it splashed a small pool of water on the ground, and finally disappeared in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The setting sun sank on the other side of the sky, and disappeared with the last ray of light.

Jiang family.

The noisy crowd at the door stopped their work when they saw the familiar figure, and hurriedly glanced over there. The whole house suddenly became quiet, and everything was silent.

The owner said in a soft voice: "Patriarch, you are back."

"Ah."

Jiang Mingrou's beautiful ankles were exposed, and her black high-heeled shoes were stepping on the black-blue marble, and her crisp voice seemed to stir people's heartstrings.

Jiang Mingrou raised her eyelids, looked at the servant, and asked lazily, "Where is my grandpa?"

The servant reported truthfully: "The old man is in the hall, and the news came from below. The old man knows what happened between the Yang family and the Fu family, and he is getting angry right now."

She tentatively asked: "Miss, do I need to inform you in advance?"

Jiang Mingrou asked, "I wiped Fu Xue's neck, did grandpa know about it?"

The servant suddenly trembled, bowed his head and said respectfully.

"Yes."

"Grandpa heard the news, did he say anything?"

"The old man said, a girl is like a lady, with a face full of beatings and killings."

This tone is clearly pampering.

Not a trace of blame.

How could Jiang Mingrou dirty her hands because of an unworthy person, and let her hands be stained with murder for a moment of pleasure? This is something a fool would do.

She just wanted to teach Fu Xue a lesson. Even if she didn't want Jiang Mingrou's things, and the thieves outside were worried about them, she had to weigh her own weight and ask herself whether she deserved everything!

If you steal Jiang Mingrou's things from her, you will die!

otherwise……

Ah.

She played her to death.

As for that poor man, heh, she smiled coldly, the corners of her lips became even colder.

She can't spare him if the man who is labeled as Jiang Mingrou dares to sleep with other women.

She, Jiang Mingrou, has always been a small-bellied, vengeful lord.

Jiang Mingrou curled her lips into a smile: "Well, I see."

Jiang Mingrou turned around and left directly: "There's no need to report, the old man asked, and said that I was trapped by love and got drunk at the bar all night."

The eldest lady looks like this...it really doesn't look like she is sad for the young master of the Yang family.

Is it too cool?
After all, that was her fiancé.

At night, Jiang Mingrou had a dream.

In the dream, she was surrounded by smog, gloomy, and she couldn't see the direction. The wet soil was mixed under her feet, emitting a stench. When the fog cleared, there were rows of grave mounds, suddenly pouring out , at a glance, since there is no end, it is eerie.

The name of the dead is engraved on the face of the gloomy tomb, and the black and white photos are hung on the stone tablet, which makes people feel horrified and a little creepy.

"crunch crunch"

(End of this chapter)