Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

No one expected to meet Yan Rufeng tonight.

After Yan Jiang met Yan Rufeng, he suddenly turned into a mad dog. After an emotional breakdown, he spoke indiscriminately and aggressively.

Later, he took Song Fei away. After getting into the car, Yan Jiang's eyes were red.

Song Fei drove the car very slowly this time and lowered all the windows. Her right hand was holding the steering wheel, and her left hand was stretched out of the car window.

After knocking on the car door a few times with her fingers, Song Fei suddenly stopped the car on the side of the road.

Ahead, Han Zhan saw Song Fei parked his car, so he found a spot nearby and stopped.

Han Zhan and Song Ci were sitting in the car, waiting for them quietly without getting out.

Song Fei sent a WeChat message to Song Ci: [I’ll leave later. 】

Song Ci: [Okay. 】

Song Fei turned off her phone and looked at Yan Jiang. Seeing Yan Jiang's eyes turned red, Song Fei felt uncomfortable.

No one knows better than Song Fei how much influence Yan Rufeng has on Yan Jiang. It can be said that Yan Rufeng is the source of Yan Jiang's pain.

I was bullied by my classmates, laughed at by my neighbors, discriminated against and insulted, all because of that person.

Song Fei will always remember that late at night when Grandma Yan hung herself and died, Yan Jiang knocked on their door in a panic, stumbled into the house, knelt on the ground with one knee weak, and shouted with a pale face that Grandma was dead.

He was so helpless, he was so scared that everyone was trembling and his mouth was trembling. But where was Yan Rufeng at that time?

Song Fei wants Yan Jiang to be happy.

She found cigarettes, took one out, and handed it to Yan Jiang. "They say that when you are depressed, smoking a cigarette can relieve your boredom." Song Fei put the cigarette into Yan Jiang's hand. When Yan Jiang lowered his head and looked over, Song Fei told him: "Yan Jiang, I like you to be happy. Look."

Yan Jiang didn't pinch the cigarette, but held Song Fei's hand.

Song Fei frowned and remained silent.

Yan Jiang said hoarsely: "If you hug me, I will be happy."

Song Fei took off her seat belt, leaned over, and held Yan Jiang in her arms. At that moment, Song Fei suddenly thought of that late night many years ago. That night, she was like now, hugging the little boy who was trembling all over because of fear.

Yan Jiang hugged Song Fei's waist and said, "I thought he was dead, I thought he had gone abroad. I really didn't expect that he has been living in Wangdong City all these years, doing a job that involves me the most professionally. "

Song Fei patted Yan Jiang's back gently and remained silent.

Yan Jiang added: "I have been in the entertainment industry for four years and have collaborated with artists from Empire Entertainment countless times. I also went to the celebration party of Empire Entertainment. I had so many opportunities to meet him, but I missed them all. , do you think he is avoiding me on purpose? Or are we really not destined to be together?"

Yan Jiang knew what the truth was.

"I am so famous that everyone in the entertainment industry knows Yan Jiang's name. As the director of Empire Entertainment, how could Yan Rufeng not know me? He knows me, and he would rather hide in the dark and watch me. He refused to come out and meet me."

"Ah Fei, my mother abandoned me, my grandmother also abandoned me, and my father turned a blind eye to me."

Hugging Song Fei's body tightly, Yan Jiang's tears fell on Song Fei's shoulders. He said, "A Fei, I am an orphan. I am not greedy. I beg you not to leave me."

Song Fei felt extremely uncomfortable. How could she refuse the fragile and sad Yan Jiang?

After kissing the side of Yan Jiang's face, Song Fei told him: "Don't shed tears for people who don't deserve it."

She wiped away Yan Jiang's tears and ordered him in a domineering tone: "Remember, your tears can only be shed for me. Others are not worthy of your tears."

Yan Jiang was comforted by Song Fei's domineering look. "I'm in a much better mood. Let's go have a supper."

Song Fei let go of Yan Jiang and stared at his handsome face, her heart clenched. "Can you still eat it?"

"able."

"Then let's go."

Seeing Song Fei's car restart, Han Zhan also started the car.

After Song Fei's car left first, Han Zhan followed them slowly.

Han Zhan knew that it was not good to ask about other people's personal affairs, but he was also curious. Han Zhan couldn't help but ask Song Ci: "What's going on with Yan Jiang and Yan Rufeng?"

Song Ci: "Brother Han, how well do you know Yan Rufeng?"

"I can't say I have a deep understanding of him. I have only heard a little bit about his things."

"What do others think of him?" Song Ci asked.

Han Zhan said: "Praise is greater than slander." He asked curiously: "What is going on with Yan Jiang and Yan Rufeng?"

Song Ci had a bleak expression and said in a muffled voice: "When Yan Jiang was twelve years old, Yan Rufeng abandoned Yan Jiang, his mother, and his grandmother and ran away from that home."

"Because of Yan Rufeng, Yan Jiang has been poked in the spine since he was a child. At that time, his classmates secretly called him a little pervert. Yan Jiang was always bullied when he was a child, so he hated his father Yan Rufeng."

"So that's what happened." Han Zhan is so smart. Han Zhan can also figure out what Song Ci just thought of.

Han Zhan said: "Yan Rufeng may have hidden reasons for running away from home, but in any case, the child is innocent. Regardless of whether Yan Rufeng is guilty or not, what he did is indeed unfair to Yan Jiang."

While chatting, the car drove into the downtown area.

Song Ci smelled a scent, she ticked her nose, turned to look out the window, and saw a young man in a white vest roasting durians on the roadside. Song Ci is so greedy.

"Brother Han." Song Ci's voice sounded particularly soft and soft, and she was too well-behaved.

Han Zhan's heart softened and he hummed, "What's wrong?"

Song Ci said: "Can you pull over and stop the car?"

"What to do? Go to the bathroom?"

"No." Song Ci pointed to the back and said, "There is a handsome guy roasting durians there."

For the first time, when Song Ci mentioned someone else's man, Han Zhan's attention was not focused on the man who had stolen Song Ci's attention.

As soon as Han Zhan heard about the devil durian, he felt sick in his heart.

But he still parked the car on the side of the road and got out of the car with Song Ci.

The barbecue restaurant was nearby. Song Ci called Song Fei and asked them to order at the barbecue restaurant first. She pulled Han Zhan to the barbecue stall.

Han Zhan felt uncomfortable when he smelled the smell, but Song Ci was pregnant, and he couldn't let Song Ci wait alone in front of the barbecue stall for fear that she would be hit and injured.

It was extremely hot when near the barbecue stall. Song Ci was very afraid of heat after becoming pregnant, and within two minutes a layer of sweat broke out on her face. Han Zhan couldn't bear to see her suffer, so he said: "You can go to the car. There is air conditioning in the car. I will wait here."

Song Ci was particularly touched, "Brother Han, I love you so much." Song Ci got into the car and blew on the air conditioner without any burden.

Han Zhan was almost suffocated by the smell of roasted durian.

After the durian was roasted, Han Zhan and another customer divided the durian into two halves. Han Zhan took the larger half.

He asked the store to dig out the durian meat and put it in a sealed box. After carrying the durian into the car, Han Zhan quickly drove the car to a nearby park with few people.

Han Zhan sent Durian and Song Ci to sit on chairs in the park, and then returned to the car.

He sat in the car, rolled down the window and paid attention to Song Ci.

After Song Ci finished eating the durian, as soon as she got in the car, Han Zhan handed her a bottle of xylitol chewing gum.

Song Ci honestly poured out two pieces of chewing gum and threw it into her mouth. She didn't dare to speak while chewing the gum, fearing that her durian-flavored breath would vomit Han Zhan.

After finishing the barbecue, it was already past eleven o'clock. It was too late to return to the Mid-Levels Villa. He called Zhong Buhui to inform him of the situation, and Han Zhan took Song Ci back to their home.

As soon as he entered the room, Han Zhan hugged Song Ci and wanted to be intimate. As soon as he got close to Song Ci's lips and smelled the faint smell of durian, Han Zhan couldn't stop talking.

He had a strange expression on his face, as if he was reluctant to let go of the dessert but was afraid that eating it would make him fat. Song Ci couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle.

Song Ci pushed Han Zhan away and said with a smile, "I'm going to brush my teeth."

Han Zhan held his forehead and sighed: "Sorry, I really can't stand the smell of durian."

"I know."

Song Ci went to brush her teeth and chewed a few more gums before climbing into bed and going to bed.

Han Zhan hugged her, and the two talked for a while before falling asleep.

When Song Ci opened her eyes early the next morning, she saw Han Zhan standing by the bed changing clothes. After becoming pregnant, Song Ci didn't dare to take advantage of Han Zhan, fearing that being too excited would cause contractions that would be bad for the child.

You can only look at such beautiful scenery. Song Ci was a little sad because he could see it but couldn't eat it.

"There is a dressing room, can't you change clothes in the dressing room?" Why do you want to run up to her and seduce her?

Han Zhan replied seriously: "I'll give you an eye candy."

"you are so cruel."

Han Zhan chuckled. He pointed to the mobile phone on the bedside table and said, "My godmother called me half an hour ago. She's looking for you."

"Looking for me?" Song Ci sat up and asked Han Zhan: "What are you looking for me for?"

"You didn't tell me, maybe it's a secret between you women?" Han Zhan raised his eyebrows, and he was a little curious. What did his godmother want to say when she came to Song Ci alone?

"I told her that you were still sleeping and asked you to call her back when you wake up. Remember to call your godmother later and ask." As he spoke, Han Zhan threw his tie to Song Ci.

Song Ci picked up the tie and stood up holding on to the head of the bed. She bent down, wrapped the tie around Han Zhan's neck, and tied it carefully.

Because he was standing on the bed, Song Ci was much taller than Han Zhan. Han Zhan's chin was right next to Song Ci's big belly. He put his palm on Song Ci's belly and said with a smile: "When I think of our family I’m about to have two little girls, which feels magical.”

Song Ci felt funny, "Other men call their daughters little princesses, why do you call them little girls?" It's so ugly, there is no fatherly love at all.

Han Zhan raised his eyebrows and said, "Aren't you my little princess?"

Song Ci's heart beat faster. "Don't talk too much."

After smoothing his tie, Song Ci smoothed Han Zhan's suit jacket before saying with satisfaction: "Okay, you can go to work."

"Well, see you tonight."

"See you tonight."

After Han Zhan left, Song Ci got up and went to the bathroom, made herself a simple breakfast, and then called Mo Yao back.

Mo Yao quickly answered the call.

"Good morning, godmother." Song Ci had a sweet mouth and called her godmother.

Mo Yao said: "I'm in the United States, Song Ci, you should say good evening to me."

"Godmother went to the United States? On business?"

"No." Mo Yao asked Song Ci to guess what she was doing in New York, USA.

Song Ci thought for a while and said, "Could it be that I'm traveling with Uncle Li?"

"Your Uncle Li is here with me, but not traveling."

"Then I really can't guess."

Mo Yao laughed, his voice was quite pleasant.

Something good must have happened to Mo Yao, otherwise she wouldn't be so happy.

"Song Ci, your uncle Li's and I's in vitro fertilization was successful." Mo Yao's workload has been reduced in the past six months, and he has focused all his attention on in vitro fertilization.

Mo Yao is 53 years old, and she is no longer young. When she was young, she was poisoned, causing ovulation disorders and poor egg quality. She had several in vitro fertilization attempts, but each time ended in failure.

Mo Yao told Song Ci: "Last year, didn't you give me a notebook of Chinese medicine written by your father? I found my symptoms in that notebook. I spent two or three months following the instructions written by your father. I took the medicine and took the medicine for three months, and my ovulation period turned out to be normal."

"Just yesterday, the doctor told me that my in vitro fertilization baby with your Uncle Li was finally a baby." Mo Yao, who was over 50, finally got a son. She, who was always good at controlling her emotions, was a little excited, so much so that her voice choked up.

"Song Ci, my godmother has to thank you."

Li Yao saw Mo Yao's eyes turned red, so he took Mo Yao's hand and patted it. The two looked at each other and smiled again.

After Song Ci heard Mo Yao's words, she was really happy for her. "I'm very happy to be able to help my godmother. Congratulations to my godmother and Uncle Li for being promoted to expectant fathers and mothers."

Mo Yao was a little embarrassed to be congratulated by Song Ci. She said, "As a godmother, my child is half a year younger than you and Han Zhan's child. I'm quite embarrassed."

"What's the matter? When the godmother's child is born, Han Zhan and I will still call him brother or sister."

Mo Yao laughed again.

After sharing this joy, Song Ci thought of the suggestion made by Song Fei last night, and said to Mo Yao: "The godmother's successful pregnancy shows that the note left by my father is still useful. I discussed it with Han Zhan, I plan to donate this diary to Sinopharm, so that the state can develop and promote them, so as to prevent private companies from sitting around shouting prices and selling drugs at sky-high prices."

Han Zhan knew very well how valuable Song Tingyun's notebook was. He was fully capable of re-opening a pharmaceutical group and conducting independent research and development and production. When the time came, the price of the products would be determined by him, and he would definitely be able to make a lot of money.

But Han Zhan gave up this road to sudden wealth.

He said that when he was a child, he did many wrong things under the pressure of Edward. Later, he joined the army and his hands were stained with too much blood. Han Zhan particularly believes in karma. He wanted to donate his notes to benefit more people and accumulate blessings for his two children.

And Song Ci himself is the kind of person who can live happily with only 1 million in savings, and live comfortably with 10 million. As long as he was not so poor that he was destitute, Song Ci didn't really care whether he had more money or less money.

Song Ci also agreed with Han Zhan's proposal.

After Mo Yao heard the decision between Song Ci and Han Zhan, she was silent for a while and then said: "You can handle this matter yourself. I will send someone to send you the notes. Song Ci, I really need to thank you this time. , next time my godmother comes to play with you, I will bring you a bag of diamonds. I have recently acquired dozens of diamonds, there must be some you like!"

Mo Yao gave gold and diamonds whenever he disagreed. Song Ci grinned with joy, "Thank you godmother!"

After hanging up the phone, Song Ci simply tidied up, and when Asong arrived, she followed him back to the mountainside villa.

On the way back to the mid-level villa, Song Ci asked A Song: "A Song, why have you been picking me up and dropping me off these past few days, where is Brother Long?"

Asong smiled and said, "Brother Long is responsible for picking up and dropping off Mr. Han during this period. We have changed the shift."

"Why did the shift suddenly change?"

Asong said: "This will often happen in the future."

"Is it?"

Song Ci always felt that something was wrong.

-

At noon, Han Zhan returned to the company after seeing off the customer team from the UK.

On the way, passing by a dessert shop, Han Zhan asked Long Yu to pull over. He went into the house and bought a dessert, planning to take it home to Song Ci after get off work.

Carrying the dessert back to the office, Han Zhan placed the dessert on his desk. He took off his coat, sat down, and just turned on the computer when there was a sudden bang on the floor-to-ceiling glass opposite.

Han Zhan suddenly raised his head and stared at the glass, and saw a black bullet embedded in the middle of the glass.

Han Zhan's pupils suddenly tightened!

Click——

On the bulletproof glass, dense cracks like spider webs spread.

Han Zhan quickly stood up and hid under the work table, turned on his mobile phone and dialed Long Yu's number.

The phone only rang for two seconds before Long Yu answered it.

"Mr. Han, you"

"There are snipers in the commercial street on the north side of the building!"

Long Yu, who was drowsy in the car, woke up immediately after hearing Han Zhan's words. He subconsciously put on the gun and started the car. While driving, Long Yu asked Han Zhan for details.

Han Zhan told Long Yu: "The bulletproof glass window on the north side of my office was hit. It was not broken. I am fine. The snipers should be hiding in the commercial street on the north side, in a building with a height of more than 80 meters."

Han Zhan heard no more gunshots. He was about to come out from under the table. At this time, there was another ding, and the bulletproof glass finally shattered and fell on the floor of Han Zhan's office.

A bullet spun into the office and landed on the table above Han Zhan's head.

Han Zhan quickly got up from under the table and rolled into the lounge inside.

Long Yu heard the noise, cursed something, and immediately shouted: "Mr. Han, protect yourself, I'm going to catch that turtle grandson!"

Han Zhan hung up Long Yu’s phone.

He hid behind the screen for nearly two minutes, then grabbed the black pillow on the bed and threw it towards the desk.

puff--

Almost the moment the pillow was about to fall on the desk, a bullet accurately hit the pillow. The goose down in the pillow was scattered in the air, and the scene was a bit beautiful.

Han Zhan squinted his eyes and stared at the pillow and the bullet-hit dessert box on the table.

Han Zhan stood there for five minutes before throwing another pillow over. This time the pillow landed firmly on the table, safe and sound.

After confirming that the snipers had evacuated, Han Zhan walked out from behind the screen.

He stood by his desk, staring at the shattered bulletproof glass, his eyes cold.

Pressing the internal line, Han Zhan said to his secretary, "Let Mr. Li come up."

"Okay Mr. Han."

Within three or four minutes, Li Li came up.

Li Li pushed the door open and walked in. His eyelids jumped suddenly when he saw the broken glass in front of Han Zhan.

That's bulletproof glass!

"Mr. Han, what's going on?"

Han Zhan held two bullets in his left hand.

He turned around, raised the warhead, and said to Li Li: "Inform someone to come and install this glass."

Li Li stared at the bullet in Han Zhan's hand, his heart beating fast. He is just an ordinary businessman and has never seen such a thing as a bullet.

Li Li walked up to Han Zhan and carefully touched the two bullets.

It feels cold to the touch and exudes a deep chill.

Li Li frowned and asked Han Zhan, "Mr. Han, who did you offend?"

"My enemies are countless." From those on the road to internationally wanted criminals, there are countless people who want to take Han Zhan's life.

Li Li complained in his heart: This answer is 100% pretentious.

"Take care of the glass first, and don't let this matter get out." Han Zhan turned to the desk, threw the bullet into the drawer, and then threw the spoiled dessert into the trash can.

After doing all this, Han Zhan pressed the secretary's internal line and told the other party: "Order me a takeaway, and I want a piece of Misu's chestnut cake."

"Okay Mr. Han."

Li Li was already frightened by the sight in front of him, but Han Zhan was still thinking about the cake he bought for Song Ci. He was indeed a ruthless person.

Li Li admired Han Zhan a little.

-

Long Yu and his people quickly rushed to the commercial street on the north side and searched every corner carefully. Finally, Long Yu found traces of the sniper on the rooftop of a fast-food chain hotel.

The sniper took everything away, leaving only traces of his crawling on the ground, but next to the traces, there was a photo pressed with a stone.

The photo is face down and back up.

Long Yu carefully took away the stone, turned the photo over, and saw a beautiful figure from behind.

The back view is of a woman wearing a black robe with her hair hanging down, standing in front of a swimming pool. Even though the woman's back was to the person taking the photo, Long Yu recognized the woman's identity at a glance.

It's Song Ci!

Long Yu recognized the scene in the photo and Song Ci's clothes. They were the clothes they wore in the temple last time they went to Brunei.

Long Yu's heart was filled with fear.

What does this person mean by leaving a photo of his wife here?

Long Yu called Han Zhan in time and reported the situation here. "Mr. Han, we arrived late. The people have already withdrawn, leaving no traces of their identity. However, the sniper left something behind."

Han Zhan asked in a low voice: "What is it?"

Long Yu hesitated for a moment and then said: "A photo of my wife when she was traveling in Brunei."

Han Zhan suddenly clenched his fists.

Long Yu guessed and said: "Mr. Han, I suspect that this person is most likely the man who chatted with my wife in the Brunei temple."

Han Zhan unclenched his fist and said, "Long Yu, please bring the people back and bring back the photos."

"good."

Long Yu quickly returned to Han Zhan's office. He put the photo on Han Zhan's desk and said, "Mr. Han, this is the photo."

Han Zhan picked up the photo and looked at it carefully for a few seconds before saying, "It's very beautiful."

Long Yu frowned and didn't dare to say anything.

Han Zhan put the photos in the drawer and said to Long Yu: "Send someone to protect the madam. Nothing will happen to her, and nothing will happen to the child in her belly." Han Zhan himself didn't notice that his hands were trembling.

Long Yu stared at Han Zhan's hand for a few seconds before promising: "Mr. Han, don't worry, as long as I am still breathing, nothing will happen to my wife."

"Well, thank you for your hard work."

After Long Yu left, Han Zhan had no intention of doing any more work. He turned off the computer and just wanted to go home and hug Song Ci.

After turning off the computer, Han Zhan took away the charging phone, put on his suit jacket and left.

Arriving at the underground garage, Han Zhan got into the car and wanted to see if Song Ci had updated his WeChat Moments or Weibo today.

As soon as he opened WeChat, Han Zhan received a friend request.

Han Zhan opened the friend review and saw that the other party was a user with a dark profile picture. The person's WeChat name was very simple, called——

A.

Intuition told Han Zhan that A was Arang, his half-brother.

Han Zhan was stunned for a while before he approved A's friend application.

The other party kept typing, and even after typing for a long time, no message was sent.

Han Zhan raised his eyebrows and thought: What are you typing? You haven't finished it for so long. Are you writing a confession?

After a while, Arang sent a voice message, which was three seconds long.

Han Zhan turned on the audio and heard Arang saying with a smile: "Long time no see, Hof, have you received the gift I gave you?" Arang's Chinese pronunciation was very gorgeous, and it sounded like a literate word.

Han Zhan also replied to the other party with a voice message.

Arang turned on the voice and heard Han Zhan ask in a deep voice: "So you just typed for a long time, and finally found that you can't type Chinese, so you had to give up typing and switch to voice?"

Arang, who was completely guessed by Han Zhan, said: "."

Arang crunched the lollipop in his mouth.

Han Zhan is so annoying!

Arang kicked the lamppost next to him.

On the side, a young man who was also waiting for a taxi heard the commotion Arang made. He frowned and warned Alain: "This gentleman damaged public property. If reported, he will be fined."

Arang turned around, revealing a stunningly handsome face.

The young boy was shocked by this beautiful face and was speechless for a moment.

Arang took out a lollipop from his pocket, handed it to the young boy, and said, "Bring you a bribe so you don't report me, okay?"

Little boy: "."

The young boy accepted Arang's bribe, opened the paper bag, took out the lollipop, put it into his mouth, tasted it, and said, "This lollipop is so delicious. What is this? I've never eaten it."

Ajean: “Ketamine.”

The young boy looked confused.

Arang touched the other party's head, making the other party's face turn red, and then said lightly: "Synthetic drugs."

The young boy was stunned for a moment, and then his face turned pale.

Arang sneered and said: "I'm lying to you, kid!" He thought of something, curled his lips and said contemptuously: "Children are so easy to lie, they believe everything others say."

They clearly agreed to escape together in the future, but some people left first.

Arang turned around and left. He got on a bus, sat down, and then pressed the voice button and replied to Han Zhan: [Hoff, please say hello to the porcelain beauty for me, and just say, I miss her very much. . 】

Han Zhan's fingertips felt cold when he heard Arang's voice.

After sending the message, Arang put his hat on half of his face to block the scorching sun, then closed his eyes and dozed off.

When Arang came to China for the first time, everything he saw was novel. Even crowded buses became interesting toys in his eyes.

-

When the bus stopped at the station, seeing no one coming, the driver started the car and closed the door to leave. At this time, an aunt holding an umbrella ran over cursing.

The driver saw the man chasing the car and stopped the car.

As soon as the door opened, the aunt got on the bus in a hurry. She glared at the driver fiercely, and used the umbrella in her hand to hit the coin machine next to the driver hard.

After knocking, the aunt scolded: "I didn't see anyone getting on the bus! You are so good at driving a bus! I really thought the bus was your car!"

"I paid for the ride, do you have the right not to let me get on the bus?"

The driver couldn't help but defend himself and said, "Mom, you're late and you've already passed the station."

"You are justified in refusing to carry passengers, right?" The aunt opened her small wallet, rummaged through it, found two fifty-cent coins, and threw them into the coin machine.

She scolded the driver a few more times, then took an umbrella and looked for a seat.

As a result, when I turned around, I saw that all the seats in the car were full and there was no empty seat. The aunt's face darkened, and she walked straight to a thin boy wearing a loose-fitting T-shirt.

The aunt pushed the boy hard and cursed: "You are so young, where should you sit? Don't you know you have to give up your seat to the old man! Are you blind?"

Everyone in the car frowned and looked at the aunt with disgust.

Seeing that the boy didn't respond, the aunt got angry. She yelled and pushed the boy again.

In a daze, Arang was suddenly woken up by someone, and he opened his eyes unhappily.

Just as he was about to pull up his hat, Arang heard an aunt scolding him in a high-pitched voice: "You are still pretending to be asleep, do you have any moral sense! Do you have any conscience?"

"stand up!"

Arang:?

What the hell?

He took off his hat, raised his head, and stared at the aunt beside him.

The aunt looked to be about fifty years old. She was holding an umbrella in her left hand and a bag of vegetables in her right hand.

Seeing Arang raise his head, revealing a European and American face, the aunt was stunned, and then cursed: "Turns out he is a foreigner, no wonder he has to understand the rules!"

The aunt knocked the chair under Alan's butt with the umbrella in her hand, and said fiercely: "Give me a seat, my legs hurt!"

Arang put his hat down again.

He lowered his head, exposing only his beautiful jawline. "You want me to give up my seat?" The young man's voice was very gorgeous, like a medieval duke giving a speech.

Aunt: "I'm getting older, isn't it right for you to give up your seat to me?" The aunt is used to it and her attitude is extremely arrogant.

Arang suddenly chuckled, his laughter making people go numb.

But the aunt didn't notice anything wrong. She knocked on the chair under A-Rang again and urged A-Lan: "Get up quickly!"

Arang tilted his head and glanced at the slogan posted by the window. After recognizing the meaning of the row of Chinese characters, Arang said: "On the bus, you should be courteous to the elderly, the weak, the sick and the disabled."

Arang raised his head slightly and smiled slyly at his aunt.

That smile scared the aunt.

Arang stood up slowly. As he stood up, he said, "I see that you are not old, nor a child, nor pregnant."

Arang grinned from the corner of his mouth to his ears and said, "So you are disabled?"

The aunt realized that the young man was swearing. She sighed and shouted loudly: "You are the one with a disability! Your whole family is disabled! You are so young, you have a vicious heart!"

Ah Rang thought she was noisy and cruel, so he stretched out his right foot and kicked the aunt's knee hard with the sole of his foot.

Auntie's knees felt like being hit by a hammer, and she immediately knelt forward uncontrollably!

"ah!"

The passengers were frightened.

Arang stepped on the aunt's knee, with a smile on his face, and pressed hard with his feet.

When the aunt heard the sound of her bones breaking, she cried out in grief: "It's terrible, foreigners are beating the Chinese!"

All the passengers in the car were frightened by Arang, and since Auntie was indeed hated by others, no one helped her. Even the driver just parked the car on the side of the road and forgot to react.

Arang used one hand to pull up the crying aunt and said to her respectfully: "Auntie, you have a disabled leg and are inconvenient. Please sit down." After saying that, Arang also disabled the aunt thoughtfully. His legs were carefully arranged and hung in front of the seat.

The aunt was so frightened that Arang was still polite after hurting someone. She was so painful that her forehead was sweating, but she didn't dare to curse another word.

This is a lunatic!

Arang walked to the driver's seat of the bus, lowered his hat, smiled at the driver, and praised the driver: "Master, your driving skills are good and stable, and you deserve five-star praise."

After saying that, he pressed the door open button and got out of the car in a grand manner, leaving behind a car full of stunned passengers and the wailing aunt.

When Han Zhan returned home, Song Ci was watching videos on his mobile phone.

Han Zhan vaguely heard a man saying on the phone: "Look, it's this young man wearing a hat. He was sleeping after getting in the car. This aunt started cursing after getting in the car."

"The aunt pushed the young man awake and asked him to give up his seat. Her words were a little fierce and she didn't want to hear what she said. The young man beat her right knee and disabled her, and then asked her to sit down. Because the young man kept wearing a hat and did not show his face. , it is more difficult to find out his identity.”

Han Zhan walked to Song Ci and sat down, asking her, "What are you looking at?"

Song Ci directly handed the phone to Han Zhan and told him concisely: "There was an aunt who was too arrogant and asked a young man to give up her seat. As a result, the young man beat her legs and gave up his seat to her."

That young man really did "driving in a civilized manner and gave up his seat to the elderly, weak, sick and disabled".

Han Zhan said: "Really, are there still such talents?"

Han Zhan replayed the video. In the video, the brain almost completely covered the young man's face, leaving only his chin and nose exposed.

Han Zhan didn't recognize the man's identity. He returned the phone to Song Ci and then said: "A ruthless person will be punished by a ruthless person."

Presumably this aunt will never dare to rely on her old age again.

At this moment, Han Zhan’s WeChat message rang again.

Han Zhan opened WeChat and saw Arang saying: [It turns out that the input method also supports handwriting. 】

Han Zhan?

Arang sent another message: [Brother, I seem to have become a new Internet celebrity because I beat someone up on the bus. 】

Han Zhan was a little tired. This troublemaker refuses to live in peace no matter where he goes!

In real life, there really are such unreasonable passengers. The description of this aunt is not exaggerated. Life is sometimes more exaggerated than novels.