Living with the Teacher: The Merry Student

As soon as the two of them walked out of the small restaurant, the two young men followed behind.

Seeing that Zhuo Yifan and Song Yingjie's car had already left, the young man didn't dare to neglect, and immediately got into the car, started the car and followed.

"Two bastards, do you want to get rid of them?" Song Yingjie patted the steering wheel depressedly and asked Zhuo Yifan.

"No, let them follow. Just now, the restaurant owner said that Shangwen Village is at the intersection ahead and turn right. Go straight for about three kilometers. Let's talk when we get to Shangwen Village!" Zhuo Yifan ordered bluntly.

Seeing Zhuo Yifan's insistence, Song Yingjie couldn't say anything more, so he accelerated the speed and drove towards Shangwen Village.

On the Mazda that had been following Zhuo Yifan and Song Yingjie, one of the young men took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

Not long after, the phone was connected, and the young man said respectfully, "Secretary Lang, they are already on their way to Shangwen Village!"

"Are they really going to Shangwen Village? Are these two guys really not afraid of death? Tell our people, let them move faster. If it doesn't work, send these two guys to the hospital!" Inside the phone Lang Guoqing's deep voice came.

"Understood, Secretary Na Lang, what about the hotel? The woman named Shen Jiayi, I have already asked the people in the hospital, she has really recovered and been discharged from the hospital!" The young man asked again.

"What? She's really healed? How is this possible? Yesterday's explosion was so powerful that she was seriously injured. No matter how powerful the doctors in the hospital are, it's impossible for her to recover overnight. Ah!" Lang Guoqing heard the words, but he didn't believe it at all.

"I don't know the details. Or you can call the hospital yourself!" the young man said hesitantly.He knew that Lang Guoqing would not believe it, not even himself.But judging from the information he got, this is indeed a fact, so they can't help but believe it!

"Okay. Keep staring at Song Yingjie. Remember, don't let him go to Shangwen Village!" Lang Guoqing agreed and warned again.

"Understood Secretary Lang, don't worry!" the young man agreed.Then ended the call with Lang Guoqing.

After driving along an asphalt path for about a kilometer, Song Yingjie braked and stopped the car suddenly.It turned out that on a small bridge at the turn of the road, the road ahead had been blocked.And blocking the road is a group of big rural men carrying hoes and shovels.What's even more exaggerated is that a van lay on its side on the bridge, not only blocking those big men, but also blocking the appearance on the bridge!

"What's going on? What do these people want?" Seeing this, Song Yingjie frowned in surprise.There was a blank look in his eyes.

"They should be thugs arranged by the Chen family!" Zhuo Yifan reminded lightly.

"Thugs arranged by the Chen family? What are they doing here? Look at them, aren't they ordinary villagers?" Song Yingjie asked in surprise.

Zhuo Yifan couldn't help chuckling when he heard that.The clothes of these people are indeed like ordinary villagers, but there are some things that cannot be disguised.For example, the look in these people's eyes, and the sternness on their bodies, they can't pretend to be the innate honesty of ordinary villagers.

At this moment, the Mazda also stopped behind Zhuo Yifan's car.