Chapter 715: This is a personal attack

The words fell, and Li Qiao just walked up to Shang Yu.

She said ‘Ah’ again, and reminded him very intimately, “And the recording of

you let me instigate the honour to abscond to Burma, I have also handed it

over to the Criminal Investigation Division. Let’s...communicate.”

Hu Ying never expected that they had arranged such a long game, not only could

it be easily resolved, but in the end they got into trouble.

stood up in a panic, the two bite back in unison, "Patriarch, we have no

alternative."

"Patriarch, it has nothing to do with us..."

The three people quarreled together, no matter how much they worked together

before, the catastrophe was about to fly.

At this moment, Shang Zonghai had a calm posture, and murmured a little bit

distressedly, "You have committed so many crimes, you are really confused."

Hu should see him expressing regret, and just about to ask for help, Shang

Zonghai already looked at Qin Song and smiled: "Xiao Qin, business affairs,

you take it away."

Qin Song was amused, and without the door on his mouth, he said directly,

"Uncle Shang is wise."

That’s right, he usually calls Uncle Shang when he sees Shang Zonghai.

Shang Zonghai waved his hand, "Your family, you are welcome."

"???"

Patient Patriarch: "..."

In a blink of an eye, Hu Ying finally reacted sluggishly. He looked at Shang

Zonghai and Shang Yu, and muttered dejectedly, "You already knew..."

Shang Zonghai took off his glasses and wiped his lenses with a paper towel,

and looked at Hu Ying with a gentle face, "Old Hu, I have no credit and hard

work in the Shang family over the past few years. I went in and reformed it.

It's coming out. When that happens, my Shang family will provide you with old-

age care."

Hu Ying screamed and fell into a chair.

Others, their complexion changed in shock and panic.

Twenty or thirty years?

They are older than Shang Zonghai, are there any lives left?

Hu should shook his head on his own, repeating the impossible and the

impossible.

Qin Song received Shang Zonghai's gaze, and with a wave of his hand, he

ordered the three to be taken away.

When they left the house, they heard Shang Zonghai’s voice, “Lao Hu, you can’t

even find out who the girl’s name was written into the genealogy. It’s a waste

of my thoughts.”

Hu Ying softened his ankles and turned his head stiffly. There was no more

than a table between them, and at this moment it seemed that there were

thousands of rivers and mountains apart.

Shang Zonghai sat up and stared at him. The light refracted by the lens

penetrated deeply into his eyes. He smiled slightly and said, "Old Xiao,

please come in, and send a notice of expulsion by the way. Can't afford to

hide the evil elders."

Hu Ying, Qiu Xianzhi, and Huang Zhaochun finally understood the significance

of today's temporary clan gathering.

In the game, the game is in the game.

They have always been played in the palm of the hand, and even the successor

has been finalized.

Only they think they have the chance to win without knowing it.

Headed by Hu Ying, he was completely expelled from the Shang family.

And their criminal evidence is too numerous to count, and all of them are Li

Qiao's return to the Presbyterian Church.

……

In the evening, Li Qiao and Shang Yu left the old house.

The candidate is Shang Yu's confidant of promotion from the dark hall.

Panzhi Patriarch does not dare to differ on this, anyone can see that this

pair of father and son plus a Li Qiao, even if the existing ten pagans

together can't make it.

At this time, Shang Zonghai paced to the tea room, his brows and eyes were

pleasant, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

"Old Xiao." He stood still and whispered.

Housekeeper Xiao hurried forward, bowed his waist and responded, "Patriarch,

you say."

Shang Zonghai stood with his hand under his hand, flicking the Buddha beads

with his fingers, and said in a deep voice, "Take time to talk to Xiaozi Qin.

I don't want to see the three of them come out alive."

Manager Xiao nodded clearly, "I'll do it now."

Shang Zonghai's eyes are full of dark shadows, intertwined with deep cold and

harsh colors that outsiders can't see.

He was never a soft-hearted person.

……

The sunset is getting thicker, the mansion apartment in the city.

Mo Jue was squatting on the bay window and looking at the busy streets

downstairs. He stretched out his neck and kept looking around.

At this time, Li Yan was lying on the sofa with his arms folded over his

forehead, blocking the glare of the setting sun slanting outside the window.

He squinted his eyes and looked at Mo Jue involuntarily.

How could I not find that his little servant is so cute before.

The little one squatted on the bay window and probed his head downstairs from

time to time, just like ADHD.

Li Yan watched intently, and after a while he dragged the back of his head

with the palm of his hand, changing his posture and continuing to look at Mo

Jue.

"Here is here, here is the ancestor."

Mo Jue exclaimed suddenly, leaning half of his body out of the window and

waving his hand to say hello, "Sister, here I am, come up soon."

Li Yan's heart beat, almost not cursing the street.

It’s the ** eighth floor, don’t you fall to death if you fall?

Thinking about this, Li Yan had jumped up from the sofa. Because he was

worried about Mo Jue, he naturally ignored the girl she called.

Mo Jue didn't know that Li Qiao didn't see herself, she was about to shout

again, her neck tightened, the whole person was grabbed by Li Yan and pulled

back by the collar.

Her feet were unstable, she backed backwards, she was about to fall out of the

bay window, Li Yan subconsciously opened her arms and stood behind her and

took the person into her arms.

Due to inertia, the moment he caught Mo Jue, his arms were gathered in front

of her. Mo Jue also hugged his arms tightly, still exclaiming: "Boss, you

scared me to death."

The posture of the two is not close, Mo Jue struggled twice, Li Yan took her

to the bay window, and a straight man ridiculed: "You still have chest

muscles, when did you practice it?"

Mojue instantly stiffened.

She looked down at her Yi Ma Pingchuan, blinked, and her mood fell to the

bottom.

Is this pectoral muscle?

This is clearly a personal attack by the boss.

Mo Juepa pulled his head, which was about nothing, indeed like a pectoral

muscle.

Where did Li Yan know the twists and turns in her heart, raised his hand and

patted her on the back of her head, "I don't know if I have chest muscles?"

Mojue looked at him with his round eyes open, and stopped talking.

Because she suddenly discovered that so many people can't see her gender. It

turned out that it was not that she hid it well, but... she did not have

standard characteristics.

Mo Jue slipped into the bathroom without waiting for Li Qiao to enter the

door.

She took out her mobile phone from her pocket, logged onto a shopping website,

and crackled a few words: Breast Enhancement Products.

6000, ask for monthly ticket~

(End of this chapter)