Heartwarming Aristocratic Marriage: Influential Master’s Wife-Chasing Strategy

In fact, before Yan Wangchuan took action, the school security guards had already called the police when they heard about the accident. The school and the police station were connected to the Internet, and the police hurried over after receiving the call.

At that time, the two had reached a secluded place.

The surrounding students, seeing that there was no excitement, basically dispersed, only the security guards were watching not far away, for fear of further disturbances.

Song Jingren had been beaten by Yan Wangchuan before, and it was unavoidable to feel apprehensive looking at him. He was a little taller than himself, with a black body and a stern expression. He looked down at him slightly, which was very intimidating.

He watched as he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lowered his head and took one...

Just as Song Jingren took out the lighter from his pocket, he had already lit it by himself, frowned, and took a deep breath.

"Mr. Song, do you remember what I told you when we met last time?"

He spoke coldly, like ice beads cracking a plate.

Bitterly cold.

The cigarettes he smoked were not of any big brand. This kind of slightly inferior tobacco had a pungent smell and was very strong.

Just like the way he feels.

Strong and choking.

"Last time..." Song Jingren was beaten before and stayed in the hospital for more than a week. When the police questioned him, he knew Yan Wangchuan's identity, but he didn't dare to say it clearly. what.

"When I introduced myself to you, there was one more sentence before." Yan Wangchuan narrowed his eyes, his eyes were clouded by smoke, and his eyes were obscure.

It seems that some unknown storm is brewing.

"Front..." Song Jingren frowned, unable to remember what he said.

"I told you, you can find me if you need anything." Yan Wangchuan breathed out the foul smoke.

"Mr. Yan, this is our family matter, so it's not up to you to take care of it now." Song Jingren thought that this is a school, and there were people coming and going, so he didn't dare to do anything to him?

Also a man, he knew what Yan Wangchuan was thinking.

He is interested in Qiao Aiyun.

He subconsciously compared with him in his heart. He and Qiao Aiyun were in the same situation at the moment, and when he thought of her having such a suitor by her side after the divorce, he felt extremely uncomfortable.

She is not living well, others will say that she is irrational in divorce, if she finds someone better than herself, everyone will only say that he is blind.

Some people are like this, for fear that others will live better than themselves.

Yan Wangchuan turned his head to look at him, "Originally it's your family business, I shouldn't ask about it, but as a man, if you do something to women and children, even passers-by will not notice."

"Don't think that I don't know the relationship between you and Qiao Aiyun. Have you two been in touch for so many years? Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence that you suddenly appeared that night."

"Now that you are so attentive, I'm afraid you are not as noble as you look."

"Everyone hides their own thoughts, and my divorce from her has created an opportunity for you." Song Jingren chuckled, "We are not the same, and you have no right to criticize me."

"If you're okay, I'll go first."

Song Jingren stretched out his hands and rubbed his face as he spoke, not paying attention to Yan Wangchuan's increasingly bleak expression.

He raised his hand and threw half of the cigarette butt on the ground, then raised his foot to snuff it out.

Squinting his eyes, tempering his strength.

Song Jingren licked the corner of his mouth, thinking it was all right, "Damn it, you hit so hard."

Before he could finish his sentence, someone grabbed him by the collar. Before he could react, his whole body was dragged back by a strong force, and he was directly pressed against the wall.

There was a muffled sound of "嗙——".

The wall outside was hard and cold, Song Jingren's back was painful, his collar was pulled, his neck was tightened, and he had difficulty breathing...

The man in front of him was so powerful that he almost lifted him up, his feet were half suspended in the air, the more he struggled, the harder it was to breathe.

strength suppression.

Immobilize him.

"You give me a chance?" Yan Wangchuan smiled, "If possible, I would rather not have this kind of opportunity in my life."

"I don't want to force her to do anything. I respect her in everything. When I saw her marrying you, I hoped that she would be happy."

"It's not for you to bully her like this."

"You..." Song Jingren reached out and tried to break his hand away, but there was a huge difference in strength.

"I don't know how to reflect and repent when I do something wrong, and dare to attack my child?"

Yan Wangchuan tightened his fingers slightly and made a fist...

Hit him directly in the face...

One after another, without mercy.

Song Jingren was usually pampered, and when he fell into Yan Wangchuan's hands, he had no strength left to fight back. He was about to raise his hand to fight back, but he punched him to the ground.

Yan Wangchuan wished he could crush him directly.

The security guard at the side held a baton, saw the move, and wanted to stop it, but was intimidated by Yan Wangchuan's ruthless attack, and was about to walk in front of him, but he didn't catch up to stop him.

When the police drove over, Song Jingren had already been beaten so badly that his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.

When Qiao Aiyun ran over, the police car had already taken her away...

"...The uncle in black just now was too aggressive, he hit too hard, I feel like he's going to knock the other uncle's face off."

"Although beating is wrong, I still think this man is very handsome."

"It's too ruthless, I'll go, it's a unilateral killing."

...

Several female students were still whispering together.

Qiao Aiyun was furious.

Is that what he called proper handling?

**

She couldn't catch up with the police car, so she could only run back into the car, planning to drive out of the police car first.

"Mom?" Song Fengwan saw that she was sweating from running. When she got out of the car just now, she slipped and almost fell down. She directly sat in the driver's seat and was about to start the car.

She was anxious and tossed and tossed for a long time, but the car didn't move.

"Mom, the car key hasn't been inserted yet." Song Fengwan pointed to the car key on the shift handle.

Qiao Aiyun was so angry that she stepped on the accelerator a few times, becoming more anxious and panicked.

"What's the matter?" Song Fengwan directly held the key in his hand, and her current condition is not suitable for driving.

"Your Uncle Yan made a move, and he was taken to the police station."

"You said that this is an old man, how can he be so impulsive in doing things."

"Dare to tell me, handle it properly? That's how he handles it?"

Song Fengwan saw her panicked, but suddenly smiled.

"You girl, what time is it, you can still laugh."

"Except for my uncle, I've never seen you so pissed off, so angry."

Qiao Aiyun was so angry that she wished she could slap her, Sapo?

"Let's take a taxi, you are not suitable for driving." Song Fengwan shook her hand, "Don't worry, Uncle Yan is very measured, and nothing will happen."

"Property?" Qiao Aiyun was angry, "I hope he can have this thing."

**

The two took a taxi at the school gate and went directly to the police station. At the gate of the police station, they saw Song Jingren's secretary Xiao Zhang talking with a policeman and passing him cigarettes.

Seeing Qiao Aiyun, he was still a little embarrassed, and called out "Ma'am, Miss" with his lips whispered.

Qiao Aiyun originally wanted Song Fengwan to go back and wait for news, but she wanted to follow. She was anxious to come over to see the situation, so she could only let her go.

"Mom, you go in first, I'll make a call."

"You have too many calls." Qiao Aiyun sighed, and walked into the police station, looking for someone to ask where the two people who had just been brought here were.

Song Jingren is a native of Yuncheng, rooted here, and has a wide network of contacts. Song Fengwan was worried that Yan Wangchuan would suffer. She wanted to help, but she was helpless, so she could only ask Fu Chen for help.

Fu Chen was working in the study, when he saw her calling, he frowned slightly, "Hello—"

"Third Brother——"

That delicate voice made Fu Chen's heart tremble.

This is why she took the initiative to call herself third brother.

"What's wrong?"

"Do you have any acquaintances in Yuncheng? Can you help me?"

"Let's talk about things first." Fu Chen lightly tapped his fingers on the computer, third brother? It was quite sweet to shout.

Song Fengwan briefly explained the matter, and naturally skipped the matter of being beaten, "I am worried that Uncle Yan will suffer, and I want you to help. He did this because he wanted to stand up for me, so..."

"Well, you don't have to worry about this, he will be fine."

If Yan Wangchuan didn't even have the ability to protect himself, he wouldn't be qualified to stand up for others.

With courage but without strategy, anyone can show off the courage of ordinary people.

**

With his guarantee, Song Fengwan walked into the police station with peace of mind...

After asking, she found where Yan Wangchuan was at the moment, but she saw Qiao Aiyun standing at the door, her hands clenched tightly, as if she was angry, she approached softly...

"...That means you admit to beating Song Jingren?"

"He deserved it."

The corner of Song Fengwan's mouth twitched, this man is still so stubborn even in the police station.

"Have you met before? Enmity?"

"This is the second meeting, so there is no enmity."

"I saw him twice, and you beat him twice, each time getting worse. This time, he almost broke his ribs. I see, if there is a next time, what do you want to do?" The policeman gritted his teeth angrily.

"Next time I'll let him go sideways."

Song Fengwan almost sprayed.

Uncle Yan is really a ruthless person.

Brother Yan, you are really a ruthless person, haha

But you are under the eaves, you have to speak slowly and pay attention to your sense of proportion...

Third Master: He may not have such a thing.

Brother Yan: ...

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