Genius Bady and Bad Daddy

This emblem seemed to be half of a tiger's talisman, a crawling little tiger without a tail. Did it really have so much magic power that Pei Yilin could leave his favorite woman in the lurch?

"Young master, this means a lot, and madam already knows that young master has got the badge." Uncle Quan, the old man standing beside him, seemed to have read Yuchi Haolan's mind.

Without waiting for Yuchi Haolan to speak, Uncle Quan continued to persuade, "Young master, in madam's eyes, wealth and wealth are far more important than women. Besides, she's been raising you for so many years, and the one thing she's most afraid of is that you'll follow the old master's path."

"I... Got it." Yuchi Haolan knew what Uncle Quan meant and hesitated for a moment. He nodded slightly, agreeing.

Uncle quan saw that Yuchi Haolan seemed to have given up on the idea of letting the family emblem out, so he wiped the sweat off his forehead and smiled brightly.

"Young master has been very annoyed by this badge recently. I have good news for young master to enjoy." Uncle Quan said.

"What's the good news?" Yuchi Haolan asked casually.

Song Qian was trapped in a siege. Although he found her daughter, Mengmeng, by his side, she was terminally ill.

In such a tragic situation, what good news could he, Yuchi Haolan, have? What right does he have to be happy about?

"Young master, it's about miss Mengmeng." Uncle Quan was familiar with Yuchi Haolan's thoughts. Halfway through, he deliberately paused.

Yuchi Haolan's heart was lifted by Uncle Quan, and his face was filled with joy. He said, "Uncle Quan, is Mengmeng getting better?"

"Much better than this." Uncle quan smiled at yuchi haolan and stopped trying to keep him in suspense. "Joseph, the famous german leukemia doctor, has already seen miss Mengmeng. He is sure that miss Mengmeng can live for another two or three years as long as she is treated with medicine and physical therapy. During this time, the young master has time to give birth to a younger brother or sister for mengmeng with miss Mengmeng's mother, and to change her bone marrow."

"Uncle Quan, don't talk nonsense." Yuchi Haolan interrupted Uncle Quan, but there was a faint smile on his lips.

Perhaps, Yuchi Haolan could not make the matter of xiang jiahui in his hands public now to relieve the pressure on Song Qian.

However, it was a good thing that he could help song qian keep Mengmeng safe, wasn't it?

Yuchi Haolan was in a much better mood.

Yuchi Haolan immediately ordered Uncle Quan to give the xiang family emblem to his mother, and he personally went to Qian Mengmeng's place to visit her.

On this side, Yuchi Haolan's heart was at peace because he got the family badge.

Cheng Wenfeng, who had lost his family emblem, became a hot potato. He wished he could catch Pei Yilin and Song Qian, the suspects who stole the family emblem, and beat them up.

However, his limited strength did not allow him to do so.

So, Cheng Wenfeng hesitated for a while and had to have someone monitor Pei Yilin.

"Keep an eye on Pei Yilin. The others will stop Faang Zikuang as soon as possible. Be sure to get my things back for me by tomorrow morning." Cheng Wenfeng issued a vicious order. "If necessary, a huge reward will be given for information about Song Qian."

At Cheng Wenfeng's command, the the Cheng Family bodyguards immediately released the news that Song Qian had stolen the family emblem.

All of a sudden, the owner of the family emblem, the Xiang family, the Xiang family, and a few forces in the dark were all eager to move.

Even though Pei Yilin tried his best to help Song Qian get rid of the potential worries, he still could not stop the powerful tentacles of some dark forces.

That day, when Pei Yilin was fighting with the the Cheng Family bodyguards, they had successfully crossed Pei Yilin's defenses and stopped Faang Zikuang, who was about to send Song Qian to the hospital in a coma.

"Do you know who I am?" Faang Zikuang's face was very cold and the situation around him was very serious.

Faang Zikuang knew that it was absolutely possible for him to escape alone, but Song Qian, who was in a coma, could hardly do so.

"We don't need to know the name of a dead person." The leader's voice was cold, and a Zorro mask covered most of his face, revealing only a pair of eyes with a sinister and fanatical look.

His eyes, like hyenas staring at their prey, shone with certainty.

"Hmph, what a big tone." Fang zi snorted, quickly brushed the tip of Song Qian's nose with his hand and pinched her. Seeing that she opened her eyes slightly, he whispered to her and quickly attacked the man wearing the black Zorro mask.

Although Faang Zikuang's appearance was very unruly, his movements were not a bit slower.

Even though Ghost King, who was wearing a black Zorro mask, thought he was extremely strong, he could not win in a very short time against Faang Zikuang's attack.

The longer Ghost King and Faang Zikuang fought, the longer Song Qian was prepared to escape.

Although the dazed Song Qian did not wake up for a long time, her keen as an assassin immediately made her realize the unusual situation around her.

She remembered the faint scent on her nose and heard Faang Zikuang whisper to her.

Suddenly, Song Qian realized that both her coma and her awakening had a special smell from Faang Zikuang's body.

Song Qian was annoyed, but she still got up quickly and packed up.

She really couldn't stay here long enough to be someone else's scapegoat.

However, Song Qian could not let Faang Zikuang fall into danger.

Song Qian's eyes narrowed slightly and she looked around. Suddenly, a slight vibration from her wrist caught her attention.

Song Qian lowered her head and looked at the watch on her wrist, which was with the reconnaissance equipment. The corners of her mouth curved slightly.

"Next!" Song Qian shouted, took off his watch and threw it in Faang Zikuang's direction.

This watch was originally used by Song Qian for investigation, but when it was used on Faang Zikuang, it was convenient for him to observe the situation around him.

As long as Faang Zikuang got the watch, he basically wouldn't have any blind spots, and the probability of being attacked by Ghost King would be lower.

Ghost King was also familiar with this, so when he caught a glimpse of Song Qian's movements, he immediately darted towards Song Qian.

Faang Zikuang also launched an attack very quickly, and it was obvious that the wristwatch had already struck into their sphere of influence in a parabola.

"It's just a piece of junk, and it's worth grabbing? The real good stuff is right here with me. Whoever can get it counts as their ability." Song Qian narrowed his eyes but quickly threw out another object.

Ghost King couldn't see what it was, but the familiar red line on it was something he had seen on Cheng Wenfeng's neck before.

Could it be the emblem of the the Xiang family?

Although this possibility was not very high, Ghost King had to take it seriously.

Ghost King's eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly turned around. He rushed forward and grabbed the red rope in his hand.

As Ghost King flew forward, Faang Zikuang caught Song Qian's watch and put it on his wrist.

Ghost King grabbed the red rope and glanced at it. His poor touch immediately made him realize that he had been deceived.

Ghost King threw the red rope on the ground and looked at Song Qian coldly. He asked coldly, "Where is it?"

Faang Zikuang the ghost king seemed to want to harm Song Qian, so he quickly stepped forward and wanted to help song qian.

Ghost King felt the pressure from the side, his mouth curved slightly, and a touch of appreciation rose from the bottom of his heart.

But in the face of song qian, he was still extremely cold.

Song Qian, hand over your badge. I can keep you whole." Ghost King didn't seem to have forgotten his mission at all. The attack on song qian was fierce and fierce.

If it was normal, Song Qian would have caught up with Ghost King and had a fight.

But now that Song Qian was well aware of her physical condition, he knew that if he did, the only thing waiting for her and Faang Zikuang would be to be caught or killed.

Song Qian was not afraid of death, but she did not want to implicate Faang Zikuang.

Song Qian's face was slightly cold, and he gave fang zi a wild look, signaling him not to go forward.

Fang zi met Song Qian's determined eyes, sighed, retracted his movements, turned and left quickly.

Song Qian watched Faang Zikuang leave before looking at Ghost King defiantly.

"Then you have to be able to catch me before I tell you!" Song Qian snorted, quickly got into the driver's seat and sped away.

Ghost King followed Song Qian and quickly stopped a car. The two of them quickly shuttled through the streets.

Song Qian drove very fast, but he was also concerned about the surrounding environment and took a more conservative route.

But Ghost King was different. He was always in a rage and regarded human life as dirt.

Even though Ghost King was driving fast in a crowded area, he still didn't slow down at all. Instead, he was racing in the wilderness without any restrictions.

Song Qian could see through the rearview mirror the series of frights caused by Ghost King. Her brows furrowed slightly, and a strong bitter taste hit her throat again.

If Qian Mengmeng was here, she would have said Song Qian and even confiscated Song Qian's car keys if she saw Song Qian driving like this, right?

Song Qian smiled bitterly as she thought about it, as if she could still see Qian Mengmeng pouting at her with her braided hair.

Thinking of this, Song Qian couldn't help but slow down...

Whether Mengmeng is here or not, Song Qian can't be a mommy that worries her daughter.

Ghost King had been observing Song Qian's movements and saw that her speed seemed to be slowing down. A bloodthirsty coldness rose from the corner of his mouth and he rushed quickly towards the aisle beside Song Qian.

There was nothing in the hallway, but when Ghost King roared in, a child was suddenly pushed out.

The child's eyes were filled with fear, his back facing the street entrance, and he did not stop moving forward at all. He saw that he was going to die under Ghost King's wheel.

"Be careful!" Song Qian let out a cry of surprise. She slammed on the brakes, not considering that she was still in the fast car.

The car suddenly stopped. The violent impact made Song Qian dizzy, but she still struggled to open the door, bent over and ran out, threw the child to the ground, and rolled on the ground.

When the two of them fell heavily on the ground, Ghost King's car roared past them, causing a shudder in Song Qian's arms of the child.

"It's okay. Don't be afraid." Song Qian seemed to think of Qian Mengmeng. He patted the child in his arms, stood up, helped him to safety, and turned to leave.

However, Song Qian only took one step, and there was a sharp pain in his thigh, and a cold, emotionless scolding in his ear.

And the voice of the reprimand was clearly from the child who had been so frightened just now.