"When did this happen?"
"Just now, at the door of the police station."
"Did Jiang Yue'an do it?"
"Jiang Yue'an was staying at the police station. Miss Ming was hit by a car when she was crossing the road from the police station."
Huanong's eyes turned cold, and the hand hanging by his side tightened tightly. If I don't kill Boren, Boren will die because of me.
Sure enough, it was Jiang Yue'an's handiwork.
Crisp and neat, without any sloppiness.
He can also pick himself clean perfectly.
Okay, okay, very good.
She remembered this grudge.
In the study, Huanong stood in front of the desk in his pajamas, sharpening the ink. His slender fingertips pressed against the ink and turned slightly white. He moved slowly and slowly on the inkstone in circles.
A chilling and cold atmosphere enveloped the entire room.
After a moment, she dropped the ink block, picked up the brush and wrote three big characters on the rice paper.
Lu Jing'an stood at the door without ever going in. Just by looking at the trend, he knew it was Jiang Yue'an's name.
The next day, scandals were flying all over the capital. News that Jiang Yue'an, Jiang's eldest son, had cheated on him spread like wildfire, and a video was even circulated.
Jiang Yue'an thought that the matter would be over like this, but he never thought that Huanong had no such idea.
The new year is approaching, and it is the time when work needs results. When the news comes out, it is undoubtedly urgent.
Jiang Yue'an left Beijing and Hong Kong on the early morning flight before dawn.
Not even Bai Yun was taken away.
In the capital, Jiang Wanzhou got up early in the morning, put on her dressing gown and went downstairs. She saw her daughter watching Scandal on a tablet, and there were dirty sounds coming from time to time.
Jiang Wanzhou reprimanded in displeasure, and then the other party came over with a tablet: "Mom, Jiang Yue'an cheated."
"look."
In 2018, Jiang Wanzhou is over 50 years old, with still charming and dignified temperament.
She knew very well about the methods of wealthy people and some erotic transactions in life. As soon as the news about Jiang Yue'an came out, she knew that it was no accident.
Thinking that he had been in Beijing and Hong Kong recently, she asked someone to go upstairs and give her the phone.
A call was made to Lin Yuan.
"It's the work of Princess Hua and Mr. Lu."
"Why?" Jiang Wanzhou was confused. Didn't Lu Jing'an stand with the Jiang family?
Lin Yuan was also puzzled: "I don't know yet."
Alliances killing each other?
It shouldn’t be!
"Let's make some arrangements. I'll go to Beijing and Hong Kong to meet the old man."
"Mom, I want to go together."
Jiang Wanzhou has always doted on this little daughter, almost always responding to her requests, and nodded when she saw that she was well-behaved.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, someone rang the doorbell of Jiang's house in Jinggang. Bai Yun opened the door and was a little stunned when she saw Jiang Wanzhou standing at the door.
He shouted in fear: "Auntie."
"Who's coming?"
In the room, the old lady asked angrily.
Bai Yun turned aside and Jiang Wanzhou went straight in.
"How did you come?"
"Long time no see, I came to see if the old lady was okay."
"You don't need to pretend to be kind."
"Hengqing, see you off."
Jiang Wanzhou's eyes widened, and she looked like a lady: "Who dares to ask me out?"
Compared with the old lady's tightness, Jiang Wanzhou was like water flowing from a clear spring in the mountains.
Stretchy and noble.
"Why does the old lady act like a fried old hen when she sees me? After so many years, times have changed a long time ago. Even if you turn on your screen, no one may take a liking to you!"
"How presumptuous! No matter what, I am still your mother, and even if I die, I will still be your father. The matchmaker is marrying a woman who has entered the family. Is it your turn to say that to me?"
"You are so powerful, and you use illegal means to force your real wife to death, is it worth showing off?" Jiang Wanzhou said, slowly sitting down and looking at the old lady: "The matchmaker is marrying? I am rushing to marry a second-married man. It was quite shameless in your day, wasn’t it?”
Bai Yun stood in the entrance hall listening to the conversations in the room. She was in awe of Jiang Wanzhou. The fact that this woman climbed out of the Jiang family's swamp and fought back was enough to prove that she was ruthless. She has walked this road for thirty years, leaving with blood all over her body and returning with murderous intent. No one knows how painful this process was.
Outside the hospital, the car window was lowered, revealing a pretty and pleasant face. The little girl looked young, with black hair hanging loosely behind her head, and a white skirt that made her look pretty.
Compared with Lu Jing'an's sharpness and handsomeness, these two people don't look like they were born from the same mother.
After all, loving people is like growing flowers.
There is a difference between a child who is carefully raised and a child who has been abandoned since childhood.
"You think Lu Jing'an will become your weapon? That's a wishful thinking!"
Snap! Jiang Wanzhou threw a stack of photos to the old lady.
When the latter saw the photo, his eyes widened instantly, and he grabbed the photo on the table in a panic. When he looked at the person lying on the hospital bed, he couldn't speak clearly: "What did you do to this person?"
"Nothing, I just used all the methods you used against me on him."
"Jiang Wanzhou, how dare you..."
How could such cruel methods be used on her son?
"You will get your comeuppance!"
"You are still alive, what retribution am I afraid of?" Jiang Wanzhou sneered, stood up slowly, and looked at the old lady condescendingly.
It's like a god watching the struggling ants.
"Let you die! It's easy, but... I want you to live with a thousand arrows in your heart. Don't you love power and reputation to the point of knowing your best? What if these are all empty talk?"
"you…………"
"you…………"
"Come here," Jiang Wanzhou had just left. The old lady fell on the sofa, clutching her chest and gasping for breath.
My wrinkled fingertips gripped the sofa tightly, trying to get up and go to the bedroom to get the medicine.
"Come here..." The hoarse and struggling voice was like the last call before death.
"Someone is coming..."
At the entrance hall, Bai Yun stood still, listening to the sounds of struggles and broken calls for help in the room, her figure not moving at all.
She was like a black and white figure standing at the door, waiting for the old lady to die.
It's better to go in and collect the corpse.
The teacups and teapots on the coffee table were scattered all over the floor, making violent noises. If someone was in the room at this time, they would definitely have heard the noise, but right now... everyone in the room had already been sent out by Bai Yun.
She was the only one... waiting for the old lady to die.
…………
In the evening, Huanong was putting on makeup in the company's dressing room. When he saw the cell phone ringing on the table, he glanced at Xia Mu, and Xia Mu dismissed the person knowingly.
"I've done everything you asked me to do."
"video."
"I sent you."
Huanong hung up the phone, turned on his phone and watched the video.
In the video, the confrontation between Jiang Wanzhou and the old lady lasted only about ten minutes, but every word he said could accurately hit the old lady's target.
Knew it!
Jiang Wanzhou knew how to kill her best.
