Dingdong, Mr.Yan spoils wife crazily online!

Yan Xingyu was so angry that he roared at his throat. His voice echoed in the whole big living room, deafening.

"Tut, Mr. Yan, how can you say that about us? We have never said such a thing!"

At this time, the two directors who had followed Yan Xingyu closely and helped him speak laughed.

As soon as they opened their mouth, they completely denied Yan Xingyu's words.

"Yes, we are not like this. Mr. Yan, you also said that all this depends on the evidence. You see, the witness you brought yourself has identified you..."

The two men tried hard to get rid of Yan Xingyu, and even changed their title to Yan Xingyu in order to please Yan Sihan.

While pretending to be secretive, they secretly looked at Yan Sihan's expression.

"You, you really can be a man!"

Yan Xingyu was so angry that the two men immediately turned against each other. He raised his hand to go to the two people, but before he started, Yan Sihan directly pressed his wrist.

His fist was stiff in mid air and couldn't move, which made Yan Xingyu feel ashamed.

Isn't all this just given by defeated Yan Sihan?

"Yan Sihan! It's all because of you!"

Yan Xingyu blamed Yan Sihan for all his hatred and humiliation. If it weren't for his appearance, Gu zhixia would be his woman! And the position of the successor president of Shanda group, he will also sit steadily!

As for the embarrassing situation like today?

A huge fire spread from the bottom of my heart and jumped into my head. Yan Xingyu's hatred for Yan Sihan was ready to come out. After swearing, he clenched his teeth, pressed his right hand in his direction, and raised his left hand to hit Yan Sihan's side neck.

However, when he was just a little close to touching, his arm was severely hit by another gravity.

Yan Si was as cold as a knife and narrowed his eyes slightly. He raised his hand half a step earlier and split his arm.

"The president's position is mine! I warn you, let me go!"

Yan Xingyu saw that this palm was still avoided by him, and became more and more angry. Opening his mouth was a threat. "Your most precious thing is Gu zhixia? I tell you, I've already played..."

He said provocatively and deliberately, because he knew that Yan Sihan cared most about the woman Gu zhixia except Shanda group!

No man in the world can stand his woman being played by other men!

Yan Xingyu licked the tip of his tongue and smiled to see Yan Si's face change.

Unfortunately, to his disappointment, Yan Sihan had no expression.

Yan Xingyu was greeted by a punch that lifted and quickly fell towards his stomach!

This boxing was as heavy as a boulder as if it had exhausted all its strength. He hit his skin hard and made Yan Xingyu's breath stagnate before he finished his words.

The expression of pain made the whole face ferocious.

Only one punch could not let Yan Sihan vent his anger. He dares to bully his women with those bad ways, which is basically provoking his last bottom line!

Yan Xingyu was hit by a punch. He bent down and the red blood slowly flowed down from the corner of his mouth.

It took a long time to get used to the burning feeling of the injured part. He raised his head and threw his messy hair.

"What? I said I was angry?" he continued to provoke without fear of death.

Yan sixhan's spirit of Sen Han was even worse. He clamped his hand and knew his idea only by looking at him. He grabbed Yan Xingyu's collar behind his neck and pulled it in his direction!

In the blink of an eye, he directly turned Yan Xingyu around.

He turned his back to himself, but his arm was still straightened by Yan Sihan, almost turned vertically, and only heard a few crisp bone collisions.

The next second, Yan Xingyu cried out in pain.

"Ah ah!"

He roared with all his strength to break away from Yan Sihan's overwhelming suppression, but one of his arms was turned over, and the pain made him suddenly soft.

Yan sixhan listened to the sound that exploded in his ear, but he didn't even blink.

He went up and struggled towards Yan Xingyu. His twisted body was a foot and kicked him violently, which made him unstable.

He swayed in place, but he still insisted on not falling down.

Yan Xingyu was suffering from great pain and hatred. He kept swearing, "let me go! I'll sue you! Let you go to prison!"

Yan sixhan couldn't help laughing at Yan Xingyu's words about putting him in prison.

He shook his head slightly, and the movement on his feet still kept on.

Before you can put him in prison, you'd better worry about how many years you'll be sentenced!

Yan Sihan accumulated strength on his feet and kicked hard at Yan Xingyu's leg bend!

"Bang!"

Yan Xingyu forced him to kneel down with a thump.

He turned his back to Yan Sihan, but he was facing a group of directors, bowed his head, and refused to show his face again.

"Yan Xingyu, I'm teaching you the rules."

Yan Sihan twisted his arm and pressed it down mercilessly.

Yan Xingyu, who always only knew how to eat, drink and have fun, never learned this kind of capture technique. He only beat people with brute force. Under several moves of Yan Sihan, he was defeated instantly.

It's like an ant that can only be crushed at any time.

Yan Xingyu knelt on the ground, his face sticking to the cold ground.

How embarrassed you are.

Yan sixhan tortured him personally for a while until he couldn't even lift his eyelids. He could only hum on the ground from time to time.

Yan Sihan clapped his hands, frowned lightly, and did not hide his dislike of God's love.

With a sign in his eyes, he stood aside and watched the whole process. Ye Qing immediately understood that he came forward and personally picked up Yan Xingyu, who was lying on the ground without image.

As if he had fainted, he had no resistance and let Ye Qing do it to him.

"Yan, Yan Sihan, wait for me... I will never let you go like this..." Yan Xingyu was half carried and half dragged by Ye Qing to move outside the villa living room.

He hung his head, his hair had been soaked in the cold sweat, and collapsed in front of his forehead, covering most of his face. Although his cheeks were swollen and he couldn't speak clearly, he still spoke hard.

The bloody finger belly pressed on the smooth floor tile and shed several long blood marks.

In the bright light, it is particularly dazzling.

It's a punishment for Yan Xingyu's madman, more like a silent warning to everyone.

Yan sixhan can do this to his own nephew, let alone to others!