Crippled Master's Young Wife

Jiang Lingfeng hung up the phone, and the eagle's eyes swept to he Jiachen, whose face was constantly changing, with a cold and unintentional mockery.

Warm after listening to Jiang Lingfeng's phone, the mood fluctuated constantly.

"Five hundred thousand? He dashiao is really a liar. He said that my father owed him five million? Why don't you say fifty million?"

She knew that her father would not owe so much money without telling himself.

Because her father values credibility more than anything.

"He Dashao, your character is compared with your father..."

Jiang Ling hung his lips coldly, and what he didn't say was self-evident.

Glancing at the bar manager and assistant who hurried to one side, his voice was cold, "tell me to go on. From today on, our Jiangshi entertainment industry does not welcome he Dashao's intervention."

If it weren't for his father's sake, he wouldn't let it go today.

Hearing Jiang Lingfeng's orders, the bar manager and assistant took the orders and began to drive he Jiachen and his bodyguards relentlessly.

Warm pursed her red lips, stared at he Jiachen, walked to Lin Ke'er and asked her if she had anything to do.

Fortunately, Lin Ke'er stepped forward and let the security personnel hold these guys down. Only then did he wait until Jiang Lingfeng came.

Otherwise, she doesn't know what will happen today.

Lin Ke'er smiled and shook his head.

He Jiachen was used to being held up since childhood. He had never been so idle, and suddenly his face was gloomy and fierce.

"Jiang Lingfeng, what are you pulling? Is there only Jiang's territory in Haicheng entertainment? I won't come again next time you invite me. It's just a bitch. You still take her as a treasure? Bah!"

Hearing this, Jiang Lingfeng's originally cold breath became colder.

The violent factor of the whole body is imminent.

He took a big step and wanted to walk towards he Jiachen. It seemed that he wanted to beat people hard.

An Xueyan, who came to the bar with him, has been watching coldly.

Seeing this, he quickly grabbed him to prevent him from acting impulsively.

"Ling Feng, forget it. They are all aristocratic families with heads and faces in Haicheng. The relationship is too rigid. Everyone doesn't look good."

What a hero to save the United States.

This warmth can really drag people back. Unconsciously, Jiang Lingfeng offended a young master of an aristocratic family.

Jiang Lingfeng glanced at her, shook off her hand and went forward again.

"Ling Feng."

Warm walked quickly to Jiang Lingfeng, took his hand and shook his head at him.

He was so angry that she was afraid he would make things worse.

It's not worth it for her.

Jiang Lingfeng looked at her, and his eyes fell on the hand she caught. The hostility of his body was slightly restrained, and his backhand wrapped her little hand.

Behind him, looking at the intimacy inadvertently revealed by the two people, an Xueyan's face changed for a while.

She walked up to them and looked at Jiang Lingfeng. "Lingfeng, is it your girlfriend?"

Hearing this, Jiang Lingfeng's black eyes moved slightly, "do you know each other?"

"Well, it's a coincidence. I just met the professor this morning."

An Xueyan smiled and looked at the warmth. The words he said were mixed with guns and sticks.

"Younger martial sister, it seems that your family is in trouble? Is your father a gambler? How much money do you owe? Speak up and see if we can pay it back for you? Of course, you should also advise your father not to do such activities again. After all, you are Lingfeng's girlfriend now, and it's not nice to have a gambler father. Don't let such things drag Lingfeng down in the future."