Chief husband, strong love!

When Shen Enron entered the door, he saw that ye Shengting punched him directly in the face.

"Try again?"

Song Zicheng's nose was crooked and his expression hurt ferociously. "My conditions are not too much. You think clearly. If you don't want your grandfather to know, I can guarantee that he won't know."

"Not too much?" He squeezed his fist again and sneered, "you want my woman and use the word 'return' with me."

Song Zicheng, who was tied to the chair, said reluctantly, "have you forgotten that ye Shengting is my fiancee."

He didn't want to hear every word of this sentence.

That was the fact that he didn't care at first, but later he could only force himself not to care.

If song Zicheng's ambition had not been known by that silly girl, she would have been his wife.

Obviously, he can't care about something. If it is brought forward by the naked, he will care about it.

In the extremely cold silence, ye Shengting punched him the second time.

When he finished, he wiped his hands. "I forgot, and I hate it when others mention it. So you'd better forget it too. Don't force me to do it myself."

Song Zicheng almost didn't even have the strength to scream. He threatened like a dying man, "what do you want? Your grandfather knows this, and you will end it sooner or later..."

"Do you know that the dead are the best secrets?"

Song Zicheng looked at the man who had shown his intention to kill in horror.

Shen Enron came from behind, looked at Song Zicheng with a bloody face, and gently pursed his lips.

"Enron, Enron, he's crazy. If he dares to kill me, he'll do it to you..."

Shen Enron slapped him, "it makes me sick to hear you say that I like you. You still want to take away my daughter. It's not a pity to die!"

Yesheng Ting pulled her hand back, "well, don't fight."

"I'm not very tired. I just want to take it out."

"Dirty hands." He explained faintly.

Song Zicheng was tied there with a bruised face and was slapped by her.

Was he cheated?

"I'll go back and disinfect!"

"Don't touch him." Yesheng Ting firmly held her hand, "I'll fight for you, you go to have a rest."

Shen Enron looked at the blood stain on his face. He was probably beaten to a point where he had no brain to think, so he had to nod.

When she went out of the room, she heard several screams.

Torture and the inspection of song Zicheng's mobile phone communication, the results are not satisfactory.

Song Zicheng doesn't know who called. The source of the call is encryption and uses a sound transformer.

But this obvious move, at least it can be determined that the first two accidents were not accidents.

*

Shen Enron was forbidden to go out for a week. Although he was wronged, he was honest and obedient.

"Night always." When Yu Qinghe came in to hand over the information, he said casually, "the younger lady's cousin, Shen Anja, song Zicheng's wife, waited all day. The people below didn't let her in."

"Let her go." Yesheng didn't lift his head.

Yu Qinghe knew such an expression.

Although Shen Anja kept saying that she had something to tell him about Mrs. Shao.

However, thinking of the kind of woman who provoked trouble, and because her husband was secretly detained by the young master, his life and death were unknown. He had just had a miscarriage. Like a neuropathy, he certainly couldn't say anything good. He didn't bother to convey it.

A few hours later, yeshengting left the company.

The bodyguard stopped the man who insisted on seeing president Ye far away.

When he got on the bus, he heard Shen Anja shouting hoarsely, "yeshengting, don't you mind if your wife was beaten before?"