Third Master, your painting style is crooked again

Chapter 83 The sour smell of love
His eyes turned cold, Qing Yishen asked: "Because of Qianqian?"

"It's not impossible." Su Junqing analyzed: "Although the Yuan family has fallen, it is still useful. The Jin family may want to intervene to do something."

After a slight pause, he continued: "According to the previous investigation, that Jin Chi bet and contacted Miss Yuan after listening to other people's suggestions..."

Now that the words have come to this point, Qing Yishen naturally understands the meaning.

People like them in the family enjoy the protection given by the family, so they naturally have to obey the family's arrangements.

Especially the contact actions with other families, it is even more cautious.

Such a sudden act of attacking the target will inevitably demand something.

So, what do they want from Yuan Feiqian, or from Yuan Jia?
Su Junqing didn't think of it for the time being.

After all, the usefulness of the original family is not so obvious.

Qing Yishen stared at the printed paper of the screenshot of the chat, and said, "I don't care if they attack the Yuan family. But if they want to attack Qianqian..."

Picking up the piece of paper, he tore it in half: "Just chop it up."

That's right, he will chop anyone who wants to reach out to Qianqianluan.

Stretch one, chop one.

Stretch two, chop a pair.

Su Junqing looked up at the young man in front of him, pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose: "I will send someone to continue the investigation, when will you go there?"

"As soon as possible," Qing Yishen said, "I don't worry about her being alone there and not familiar with the place."

Is the Second Young Master over there too?
You've been well prepared over there, haven't you?
You even said that you don't know the place where you live and don't worry?

This was the first time he showed his concern and concern for a girl. Su Junqing thought it was very fresh, and couldn't help saying: "Then I will do it as soon as possible."

Occasionally, vague screams could be heard from the next door, he turned his head to look over, and asked again: "Have you recruited yet?"

Qing Yishen looked down at the information in his hand, and snorted coldly: "I want to be tough."

"Tsk, it depends on whether it is hard enough or not." Su Junqing said: "Their information is almost checked, but the number is still uncertain."

"The people behind them cannot be underestimated," Qing Yishen said with deep eyes and a somewhat cold voice, "When Bao Liang comes over to chat with them, there will be a result."

"Then he must be happy." Su Junqing said as he followed Qing Yishen up the stairs, chuckling: "Yesterday, he said that he lacked a heart in research, and asked me to help find the source of the heart."

"Keep an eye on Yuncheng." Qing Yishen had murderous intent in his eyes: "If someone touches Qianqian on purpose, just wipe it off."

"I understand." Su Junqing responded.

Walk out of the basement, close the hidden door, and enter a normal storage room.

Coming out of the storage room is an ordinary yard.

As soon as the door of the storage room was closed, a notification sound came from the mobile phone.

Su Junqing couldn't help but take a look at the past, and saw the same two words continuously popping up on Qing Yishen's opened phone: Qianbao.

Su Junqing, the number one think tank, understood who this was in the blink of an eye.

Tsk tsk, Qianbao, isn't that the abbreviation for Qianqianbao?

A little two steps away from Qing, Su Junqing felt that it was the best time to leave at this moment: "Third Master, if you are fine..."

"It's okay, go get busy! I'll talk about it later." Qing Yishen interrupted him, picked up his mobile phone and made a call with a smile on his face, his voice was unbelievably gentle: "Qianqian..."

Inexplicably, Su Junqing felt that she smelled a sour smell of love.

(End of this chapter)