Mad Son-in-law

In this world, generally speaking, women are generally gentler than men. However, once a woman becomes vicious, she is better than a man. Men's viciousness is often due to reasons, but women are different. If a woman becomes vicious, even a dust in the air will hinder her eyes.

Wang Jie really didn't understand, when they met by the water, what reason did this woman have to speak foul language at her.

But the reality is that there are still many people who are angry at others in everything like this.

Shaking his head, Wang Jie drove into the Liu's house.

When Liu Tianyang died, Liu's tree fell and scattered. Dozens of relatives and friends were unscrupulously collecting the wealth that Liu Tian had accumulated before he was alive. Of course, the house, the land, and the car. The big items that can be counted and cannot be moved have all been counted by the lawyers. As a collateral for compensation, they have been discounted to the big cat operation and the twenty-odd nightclub merchants. The Liu family’s capital chain collapsed, and several branches may declare bankruptcy, or were merged by big families such as the Lu family and the Chu family. Only the Liu family’s tide clothes are still lingering...

As soon as Wang Jie's car stopped, everyone in the Liu family who came in and out was a little dazed, witty, and quickly put down their things and ran. I don’t know the whole story and mumbled, "Why is this little blind man here?", then swaggered and walked away from Wang Jie with his things...

Wang Jie didn't bother to care about these people, after all, he didn't care about all these things.

However, what surprised him was that Liu Jinxiao and Liu Shuhua were also there.

"A Jie?" Ma Rong jogged all the way up to meet him. He looked up and down Wang Jie, as if he hadn't seen him in a long time, and said: "Tsk, my uncle, he is handsome, look, look like this with thick eyebrows. Big eyes, this suit, the pen is straight, this..."

"You are not sick!" Wang Jie interrupted Ma Rong coldly, glanced at Liu Jinyi and Liu Shuhua and said, "Why are you here? Shouldn't Liu Tianyang arrange a funeral?"

Liu Shuhua replied: "Your grandfather...no, my father is still with the police! Besides...besides, everyone is dead, and they are the same when you see them, but this property is different. He is not here today. There is nothing left. After all, I still have to live in the future, right? Hehe, Wang Jie, tell them, my father’s car will let me drive away. From now on, I will be a woman and I will have nowhere to go. Damn, I don’t even have a scooter, because I am your former aunt and mother..."

Liu Jinyi cleared his throat and pretended to say: "Wang Jie, even though you are beautiful, you are still our uncle, right? How deep is the friendship between us for three years, and the relationship between us and son-in-law cannot be forgotten! Didn’t Liu Shan go to apologize to you? Somehow, if the young couple quarreled at the end of the bed, you forgive her! Besides, after three years, don’t you know what my daughter is like? Not to mention the beauty and beauty of the country, it is also the beauty of the country, and her human skin, Hui Zhilan Xin dare not say, why is it also Bing Qing Yujie, and your old husband and I..."

"Have you finished?" Wang Jie glanced at Liu Jinyi coldly, and couldn't think of how this person could say such disgusting words!

"Liu Jinyi, you are also a man? These women are not too embarrassed here. Why are you embarrassed to appear here? Yu Zi, your father is lying coldly in the morgue. You have no sadness on your face. It’s all about sex, and shamelessly robbing property here, not filial piety; Yu Fu, your daughter-in-law is vain and mean, and even encourages her daughter to commit herself to others, and you just don’t restrict discipline, and you are still participating in it. There is no virtue and no prestige; Yu father, besides you will squeeze Liu Shan and imagine that you will marry him into a wealthy family to satisfy your own gambling desires. What else would you do? You and I call the son-in-law.

Liu Jinyi's face was black, and Ma Rong whispered from the side: "A Jie, how do you say it, didn't Liu Shan go to you..."

"I found it, so what?" Wang Jie smiled disdainfully: "In your eyes, is your daughter Feiyan collapsed?"

Liu Jinyi whispered to Ma Rong, "I blame you, I have to match Shan'er and Chu Lei. Now that **** is gone, Shan'er has become a second-hand and has no capital..."

"Blame me?" Ma Rong refused to be outdone, and retorted in a low voice: "You're not happy, but you're still the father-in-law who claims to be Chu Lei everywhere..."

"Shut up!" Wang Jie shouted angrily.

Several people looked at Wang Jie's fierce appearance, and they were all silent.

Wang Jie couldn't understand how there could be such brazen people as Liu Jinyi and Ma Rong.

"I ask you, who of you sells Liu Tianyang's paintings? What about the remaining paintings?" Wang Jie said.

"It's him! They sell it..."

Liu Jinyi and Liu Shuhua pointed at each other almost at the same time.

Wang Jie was speechless, and said coldly: "I don't want to find out who sold it. I just want to know who they are sold to. Where are the remaining paintings? I only want to find one of them, and who helped me find it. , Liu Tianyang can drive away the car!"

"Yes, here with me!" Liu Jinyi was happy when he heard it, and quickly trot all the way, holding out more than ten paintings in the grass.

Wang Jie opened it one by one, and there was no painting that the old man said, it was all fake.

"How about? Is there anything you want?" Liu Jinyi asked hopefully.

Wang Jie ignored him, turned his head to look at Liu Shuhua and said, "How about you?"

Liu Shuhua narrowed her mouth and whispered: "I...I didn't paint..." When it came to this, Liu Shuhua suddenly blinked and said: "By the way, there are still some paintings in the warehouse at the back of the yard. Would you like to check it out? "

"Really?" Wang Jie was a little puzzled. Although most of these paintings by Liu Tianyang are fakes, Liu Tianyang has always cherished them for the sake of fake culture. How could they be thrown in the warehouse?

Liu Shuhua nodded, and said solemnly: "Really...Some painting masters are tired of seeing them, so I put them behind..."

"In that case, let's go! By the way, regarding Songhe Mountain Villa being mine, I have kept my mouth tight. If you let me hear who is spreading, then don't blame me for being polite, you will really beg for food. Go!" Wang Jie said grimly, bypassing the house and lawn, and went straight to the independent small house behind the villa.

Looking at Wang Jie's back, Liu Shuhua hurriedly took some of his own things, and ran away.

Although the area behind the warehouse is not small, it is built very low in order not to interfere with the light of the villa.

Wang Jie was 1.8 meters tall and had to bow his head when he entered the door.

The treasury was in a mess, full of old furniture, and some strange stones and woods made by Liu Tianyang in order to pretend to be a gentleman, all covered with dust. However, it doesn’t look like a collection of paintings here...

While Wang Jie was looking carefully, suddenly, the light in the warehouse dimmed.

Wang Jie looked back subconsciously, and stood at the door alone, covering half of the sunlight.

The man turned his back to the light, so his complexion was a little fuzzy, but Wang Jie could see that this was an old man, sloppy, with messy hair and a weird smile on the corners of his mouth...

"You are……"

Just as Wang Jie was about to ask, this person had suddenly reached the front with a stride, and suddenly, before Wang Jie was struggling, a rough hand was already strangled in Wang Jie's throat.

"Woo..."

Wang Jie panicked, with one hand to excuse his neck, and the other hand to the man's heart with a heavy punch.

But this person's other hand blocked the front, and with a light push, he pressed Wang Jie heavily against the wall, unable to move...

This person is too powerful. He has four or two strokes of a thousand catties. Wang Jie was resisted by him, and there was almost no resistance. The force on his throat became stronger and stronger. After ten seconds, Wang Jie began to blur his vision. It gradually became a black hole, and the body seemed to fall into it...