A small living room with a warm atmosphere.
Mr. Han was eating bird's nest with braised pork, and a fresh-cut fruit plate was placed next to him. When he saw Brother Zhang hiding in the kitchen chatting on his mobile phone, he couldn't help but complain: "Which kind of fox can you talk to so excitingly? Come and have a supper quickly. night!"
"coming."
Brother Zhang gave the last instruction and walked out of the kitchen.
"Is the meat soft and rotten this time?" Zhang Ruoyu opened a bottle of beer and took a few gulps.
"It's not bad." Mr. Han muttered as he handed the two best pieces of braised pork to Brother Zhang. "These two pieces are too fat, you eat them."
Zhang Ruoyu raised his eyebrows and curled his lips: "Immoral."
Then he swallowed two pieces of braised pork in one bite.
"Mr. Han, do you have a private plane?" Zhang Ruoyu asked.
"No." After Mr. Han finished speaking, he felt a little embarrassed and added another sentence. "But my dad has two private jets."
After a pause, Mr. Han glanced at Brother Zhang: "Why do you ask this suddenly?"
"I'm going to Yanjing tonight." Zhang Ruoyu put down the bottle of wine.
"Going to see that old aunt?" Mr. Han asked with a keen sense of smell and raised his eyebrows.
"It's hard to say." Zhang Ruoyu looked solemn and shook his head.
"Hard to say? I laughed." Mr. Han said in a strange tone. "Brother Zhang, I really didn't expect you to be such a coquettish person. Taking a private plane in the middle of the night to go thousands of miles away to go on a date with an old aunt? Have you had enough fun?"
"What's wrong with me being wronged for the sake of national justice?" Zhang Ruoyu said with a straight face. "As long as I can complete the mission, even if I am ruined by the old aunt, I will admit it!"
Mr. Han was unhappy.
Are you really using chicken feathers as arrows?
"What's your old aunt's name? Give me a name and I'll help you deal with her." Mr. Han's aura was in full swing.
"I don't know." Zhang Ruoyu shook his head lightly.
"You don't even know the name?" Mr. Han curled his lips. "Are you two engaging in online dating?"
Traveling thousands of miles away to meet a female netizen in the middle of the night, and even asking for a private jet to fly on, Brother Zhang, you are really good!
"Stop blabbering, can you get a private jet? I can't buy a ticket. I'm in a hurry." Zhang Ruoyu pouted.
"Let me make a call." Mr. Han picked up the phone and complained. "If you want to use a private jet, you should tell me as soon as possible. Air traffic control is very strict. If you want to fly, you have to fly. I have to trust the relationship."
Mr. Han made several calls in succession, and then said proudly: "It's done, we will take off in two hours."
After that, without waiting for Brother Zhang to express his gratitude, he trotted back to the master bedroom.
When he came out again, Mr. Han had a bun, wore youthful and fashionable sportswear, and put on beautiful makeup on his pretty face. He held the suitcase in his little hands and said, "Brother Zhang, let's go!"
Zhang Ruoyu raised his eyebrows: "You want to go too?"
"Of course." Mr. Han said matter-of-factly. "You take the risk to see the old aunt, and I am not allowed to follow you? If you are molested or forced, I will at least have someone to take care of you."
"Okay." Zhang Ruoyu rolled his eyes at Mr. Han and did not refuse her kind offer.
Mr. Han has been under a lot of pressure at work lately. It's good to go out and take a breather.
Yuan drove the two of them to the airport, then left the car in the parking lot and boarded the plane with the couple.
"Why are you taking her there?" Yuan glanced at Mr. Han who was walking in front and said calmly.
"She said she was under a lot of pressure at work and wanted to go out and relax." Zhang Ruoyu explained.
"Nonsense." Yuan glanced sideways at Zhang Ruoyu. "Just spoil her."
"The private jet is provided by others, how can I refuse it?" Zhang Ruoyu said and changed the subject. "You take the murder certificate I gave you before, right?"
Yuan was stunned.
Just that fake evidence?
She didn't even have time to show it to Mr. Han.
The main thing is that the certificate looks too shoddy. How can a CEO like Mr. Han, who signs and seals it every day, not have such a sharp eye?
"Bring it." Yuan nodded lightly.
"Give it to me." Zhang Ruoyu said calmly. "I'm useful."
Yuan handed it to Zhang Ruoyu with a strange expression.
For a moment, she seemed to understand something, and her expression changed slightly: "Is this certificate true?"
"I say it's true and it's true."
Zhang Ruoyu put his ID in his pocket and walked towards the private plane.
Yuan glanced at Zhang Ruoyu. She knew that this man had been causing trouble in the past few days. She didn't ask for details, but it must not be a trivial matter.
…
Creak.
Qin Huan locked the door and glanced sideways at the trembling Wang parents.
Five minutes ago, they mobilized to investigate and threatened to make Qin Huan pay with his blood.
Until Qin Huan received a text message and lost the tea cup, the situation of both parties suddenly turned around.
"Don't be so nervous." Qin Huan patted Father Wang on the shoulder. "Even if your son attacked me first and led others to beat me to death, but I have made outstanding achievements and repeatedly performed extraordinary feats in Beimang, and I am a national hero in the eyes of the public. Of course I will not fight with you. A son is generally knowledgeable."
Father Wang was so frightened that his legs became weak and he was dripping with cold sweat.
That’s not what the son on the sickbed said...
In the room just now, this Qin Huan was not so easy to talk to.
He even threatened himself that as long as he gave the order, 300,000 Beimang troops would destroy the Wang family overnight.
He also said that he was a registered God of War in the military. Under one man in Beimang, he commanded 10,000 elite Tigers, and they were even more devoted to him...
Everyone has said this, and they have all played their cards right.
Of course, the Wang family's parents had no choice but to give in.
That's the official God of War, the one who holds real power and has not retired.
Which of the Gods of War in movies and TV shows doesn’t have a bad mouth and bring great misfortune to the whole family?
When he came to the intersection, Qin Huan lit a cigarette and said with a grin: "It's late at night, you guys should go home quickly. I will personally go to the hospital to visit Mr. Ling early tomorrow morning, shake hands with him and make peace with him, and let go of grudges with a smile. "
After watching the Wang family's parents leave in a car, Qin Huan turned around and glanced at seven or eight black cars with fierce arrogance roaring towards them.
He picked up the phone and glanced at the last instruction sent by his brother. His eyes were filled with coldness and a chilling air lingered around him.
