As his words fell, the door of the ward was kicked open with a slam, and then his group of subordinates were thrown in one after another.

They all lay on the ground and screamed.

Finally, a tall figure came in. The man was extremely handsome, with a slightly curled lips, and evil spirits were everywhere.

"You...you are..." Mr. Qian stumbled for a moment before calling out his name, "Young Master of the Qin family, Qin Ye?"

The Qin family, one of the three wealthy families in the imperial capital!

His ancestors were born into a gangster and had countless disciples. Even though the business has been completely bleached, the gentleman's skin is still engraved with the innate ruthlessness.

Qin Ye is the living King of Hell that no one wants to offend.

He immediately squeezed out a flattering smile, and cooperated with his head wrapped in white gauze, which seemed quite funny. He spoke very carefully, "Mr. Qin, what's the point of doing you...? I haven't offended you?"

Qin Ye leaned against the wall and slowly took out a cigarette from the cigarette box, held it in his mouth, lit it, took a sip, and then he lifted his thin lips in the curling smoke.

The tone is lazy, even elegant, but the words he says are creepy, "I'm entrusted to ask you for a debt."

Mr. Qian spoke out in horror, "Mr. Qin..."

He looked sideways at the bodyguards waiting at the door, tilted his head, and gave a direct order, "Go."

The bodyguards all walked towards Mr. Qian.

The sound of fists and feet reaching the flesh, and Mr. Qian's painful cry sounded in the ward without looking at it, and you can tell how tragic it was.

Qin Ye slowly finished smoking a cigarette, crushed the cigarette butts toes, tidied up his clothes casually, opened his lips, and said, "Stop."

He stepped forward and looked down at the dying Mr. Qian from a high place. He curled his lips and smiled, "Mr. Qian, women who should not move, don't touch their hands."

He admired his appearance at this moment and kindly added, "You can't move this woman Song Mangmang."

When Qian heard this name, he widened his eyes with difficulty.

It turned out that it was because of her... But Song Mangmang is just a down-and-out daughter. Where did she get such a big background?

Who is she?

…

Jiang Wu had a car that had been in full swing all night, but when he finally stopped, he drove back to the door of the villa without realizing it.

His fist hit the steering wheel hard.

He obviously hated Song Mangmang so much that he never wanted to see her again, but he always felt soft-hearted towards her, as if she was holding her lifeline, and she could not move forward or retreat.

But Jiang Wu... Isn’t the lesson Song Mangmang gave you two years ago still profound enough?

Jiang Wu's eyes woke up from the moment of confusion, and then quickly became bloodthirsty hatred.

The night gradually turned white, and the sun emerged from the clouds in the sky, and the sun shone onto the earth.

Jiang Wu then got out of the car and walked into the villa with a cold aura.

After going upstairs and entering the bedroom, Old Mrs. Jiang thought she had gone to rest, and only Song Mangmang was left lying quietly on the bed and asleep.

Jiang Wu walked to the edge of the bed, her black eyes drooped, and her eyes fell coldly on the woman's face.

Although her face was better than yesterday, she was still weak and pale, with a hint of fragile beauty that made people feel pity.

Jiang Wu's gaze moved downwards to her fair and slender neck. With just a slight fold, it would break...

In this way, he won't repeat the same mistake, right?

Jiang Wu stretched out his hand and his slender five fingers wrapped around Song Mangmang's neck. His eyes struggled, but his fingers could not tighten.

Perhaps he noticed something, Song Mangmang's eyelids moved slightly, and suddenly opened his eyes, and suddenly met the man's black eyes.

The murderous aura in his eyes had not subsided yet, Song Mangmang's heart beat, and his voice was still hoarse, "You...why are you here?"

Jiang Wu straightened her body, quickly calmed her emotions, and returned to her indifference. She reminded her coldly: "This is my villa."

Yes, this is his villa... Of course, he would come back if he wanted to.

Maybe Grandma Jiang forced him back? That's why he looked like a murderous look again.

Last time, she got seriously ill when she came back. Now she really can't stand his trouble again. She has to make it clear first so that he can't wait and put all the false charges on her head.

Song Mangmang sat up with his body, cleared his voice, and spoke concisely, "Jiang Wu, what I told grandma about our marriage... I didn't tell grandma, and I didn't want to use grandma to threaten you. I have already made it clear to grandma, we will leave later..."

Suddenly, Song Mangmang's eyes darkened.

Jiang Wu bent down, pinched her delicate and small face with her big palm, and covered her thin lips, swallowing all the rest of her words hard.

Song Mangmang was first surprised, then angry.

She is so sick, will he still bully her indiscriminately?

"Um..." Song Mangmang pushed him hard, but couldn't push it away, and his hands clenched into fists again, pounding him without hesitation.

It was not until Song Mangmang was about to suffocate that Jiang Wu let her go with mercy.

His fingertips frivolously wiped the silver threads at the corner of his lips, and his smile was evil, "You said you would kiss you once when you divorce, and if you want to say, you should continue."

Song Mangmang gasped, and a trace of blood was dyed on her pale face. She stared at Jiang Wu tightly, and sparks of anger burned in her eyes.

Song Mangmang, who looks like this, not only has no deterrence, but also has a thorny rose-like temptation.

Jiang Wu's black eyes were slightly dark, Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his voice was lowered a little, "Song Mangmang, did you do it on purpose? You're so sick, you still want to seduce me."

I'll hook your grandma's legs!

Song Mangmang was so shameless that Jiang Wu turned black and white. He didn't care about anything for a moment. He grabbed the cup placed on the bedside table and smashed it hard at Jiang Wu, "Get out of here!"

The cup hit his arm and fell to the ground.

Jiang Wu lowered her eyes and looked at the place that was hit, and pulled the corner of her lips, "Song Mangmang, I think you are tired of living!"

At the same time, a loud voice also sounded, "I think you are tired of living!"

Immediately afterwards, Old Mrs. Jiang rushed in, carried the crutches in her hand and hit Jiang Wu's back without hesitation.

While beating, Old Mrs. Jiang angrily scolded, "Boy, when did I teach you to bully girls? A big man, are you shameless!"

Jiang Wuqi, who had been hit by several times, smiled, "I'm bullying her?"

Didn’t you see that Song Mangmang hit him with a cup?

"Is he still unwilling to admit it?" Old Mrs. Jiang turned her head and looked at Song Mangmang, "Mangmang, has he bullied you?"

Jiang Wu's gloomy eyes also turned to Song Mangmang, and he paused word by word, "You said, have I bullied you?"

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Chapter completed!