Evil King, your vest fell off

Chapter 990 Main room 19
Qian Shijun's words dispelled Uncle Li's last bit of fear.

He gritted his teeth, reached out and took the money bag back in his hand, looking at the white money inside, he swallowed his saliva.

Compared with the Mansion of Amber, no doubt, the words of this magistrate are more attractive to him. Miss Qin Si flashed in his mind. Although he was a little sorry for this woman, it was not his fault first. Miss is an innocent girl, and he will never do anything wrong to her.

Desires sprang up in his heart, Uncle Li finally couldn't resist these temptations, and nodded: "From then on, Brother Laoqian will take care of you..."

Qian Shijun nodded in satisfaction: "It's easy to talk, come on, Brother Li, let's continue to drink, and you also take good care of this Mr. Li..."

He winked, and the flowery woman continued to wrap around Li Bo's body like a snake, seducing his desire.

Song Rufeng sat in front of the window, the faint cool breeze brushed his face, but it couldn't blow away the restlessness in his heart.

He took a sip of the tea in the cup, and reached for the pot again, but the pot was empty, so he threw the pot on the table impatiently.

There were more and more unbearable words in his ears, like a big stone, suddenly pressing on the tip of his heart.

Qin Ruiyan, this is the man you chose, who easily sold you out for those vulgar things.

He stood up abruptly, looked at the two men not far away with dark eyes, then raised his feet and walked over slowly, his hands hanging by his sides clenched into fists.

"Then Mr. Qian, let's make a deal. On the day I get married..."

Uncle Li just opened his mouth, but his collar tightened. Before he could react, he was lifted up. He met Song Rufeng's cold eyes: "Young master, what are you doing? Do you have any advice?"

Song Rufeng smiled coldly, without answering, he swung his other hand and punched Uncle Li hard, throwing him out.

With a bang, everything on the table fell to the ground, and the silver was also scattered around.

Uncle Li's face was in pain, and he fell to the ground. The pain in his limbs came to his mind. He struggled to get up, and looked at the person in front of him angrily: "How dare you hit me? Do you know that I who is it?"

Song Rufeng snorted coldly, walked over a few steps, stepped on his chest hard, and crushed it vigorously with his foot. Hearing the cry for help from his feet, he pulled the corner of his mouth: "I really don't know." Who are you? How about you tell me yourself, who are you? Give me a reason not to beat you!"

Uncle Li is a scholar who has no strength to restrain a chicken. Although he has looked at him a lot at home these years, his elder brother loves him and never asks him to do heavy work. Hitting, he really couldn't take it anymore, his chest was stuffy and painful, he stretched out his hand to try to open the foot, but the strength of this person was too great, the more he did it, the more uncomfortable the chest was oppressed, as if the internal organs in his body were about to be crushed. As if crushed by someone: "Brother Qian, come and save me, quickly..."

Qian Shijun didn't like this Uncle Li. He felt at ease that Uncle Li could be repaired. However, his Fourth Miss Qin was counting on Uncle Li, so he couldn't let him die.

He hurriedly stepped forward to persuade him: "Dear man, Mr. Li is Qian's friend. If you have any troubles before, you can't let him go first for Qian's sake..."

(End of this chapter)