CEO's 100 Days after Wedding

"I'm sorry, Mr. Jiang. I'll let people go up now, arrest them and bring them to you."

Husky vicissitudes of the low male voice continues to come out from the handset, with a faint intention to kill.

"No, what are you going to do with them?" Jiangfengming stopped, eyes dangerous squint.

For a moment, his subordinates didn't know what Jiang Fengming meant or what he was going to do.

"What do you mean?" The man asked respectfully, looking at the black business car with doubts.

"How do you know what they are going to do if you arrest them now?" The bottom of jiangfengming's eyes flashed a dim light, and a meaningful smile came from the corner of his mouth, but his voice was cold to the extreme.

"How many people are there in their car?" Jiang Fengming asked.

"I don't know. The windows are black. I can't see inside." His subordinates narrowed their eyes to make sure they couldn't see the situation in the car, let alone how many people they were.

"I see. When they leave, you call me." The wind of the River gave orders in a cold voice.

"Yes." His men answered.

Jiang Fengming hung up the phone, went to the French window, looked down from a high position, and looked in the direction of the old phoenix apartment.

Seems to think of something, Jiang Fengming opened the mobile phone and electronic lock associated software.

Click on the record of opening the door, the last record above, he went.

Is it true that Leng Shaoheng and Shen Qingqing just arrived at the door and didn't go in?

After all, just in case, he made people work hard on that electronic door, and it won't be so easy to crack the password.

At the same time, Room 401, unit 1, building 1, Phoenix apartment, study.

Leng Shaoheng and Shen Qingqing are stunned at the records in Jiang Fengming's diary.

This thick notebook began to record when Jiang Xueqing died.

At the beginning, Jiang Fengming's grief for his elder brother is that his younger sister passed away, and he can't believe it and doesn't accept the fact.

To later, slowly began to accept, and, Jiang Fengming will Jiang Xueqing's death, blame to Fu Qing.

It also records part of the process of Jiang Fengming's acquisition of Shen's antique shop, but these processes are enough evidence to prove that Jiang Fengming caused Shen's father's death.

Shen Qingqing looked at the contents of the diary and thought that her father was so framed and forced to die by Jiang Fengming. She clenched her fist tightly.

Nail deep into the palm of the flesh, but she did not feel the pain, now, can only feel hate, full of hate.

Because of anger and grief, Shen Qingqing's mood fluctuated violently. Her fists clenched, her shoulders trembled with anger, and her eyes became red.

"Whether he is a human being or not, what kind of mood and purpose does he record these things with?"

Shen Qingqing hates Jiang Fengming to the bone. She wants to take this diary and drop it on Jiang Fengming's face now. She wants to ask him.

Is it a person who will write down the disgusting ways of murdering her father and swallowing Shen's antique shop with words!

"Is he a human being? Is he recording this to show off?" Shen Qingqing didn't understand how such abnormal people could exist in this world.

What has Jiang Fengming experienced? How can his psychology become so vicious and abnormal, even anti social and anti human.

Shen Qingqing trembled with anger, and a layer of mist rose in her eyes.