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Chapter 277 Went to Jiang's House to Play Mahjong!
At that moment, Shen Chaosheng, who heard this conversation, sneered in his heart.

It turned out that the so-called brotherhood was nothing more than that.

It turns out that the person with a smile on his face is the scariest.

Indirectly influenced by Shen Yuting, Shen Chaosheng also rejected calculating girls when it came to choosing a spouse.

He would rather be surrounded by a girl with a bad temper who is pure and ignorant of the world than to live under the same roof as a city woman who wants to kill her anytime and anywhere.

He was born to be kind, and he was educated by his biological mother's gentle way since he was a child. It is difficult for him to hold hostility. .”

Countless birthday wishes have been made, and countless times have been shattered.

Fortunately, he finally realized the last one.

Now He Mingyi was shot, Shen Xiuqin was imprisoned, Shen Yuting committed suicide...

The current Shen family is fragmented, only him, Shen Yezhong, Dong Huizhu and Shen Yudie are left.

And the remaining enemies who hide deepest are the most dangerous.

……

It was still raining, and the sky was overcast with no light shining in.

A black Rolls Royce was parked across the road from the funeral parlor. Two men in black suits got out of the car. Shen Chaosheng opened a large dark green umbrella and put it on top of himself and Jiang Beiyuan.

Broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs wrapped in suit pants are well-proportioned and straight.

Two pairs of leather shoes stepped on the water, splashing water all over the ground.

Shen Chaosheng copied his pocket with one hand, and looked sideways at Jiangbeiyuan beside him. His eyes were empty and a little absent-minded.

"What is President Jiang thinking?"

"..." Jiang Beiyuan just lost his mind, lowered his eyebrows, "my daughter-in-law has a cold."

The corners of Shen Chaosheng's mouth twitched slightly, and he said with a little comparison: "Chun'er also has a cold."

Jiang Beiyuan narrowed his eyes and snorted, "Are you still willing to say?"

Now that Chunhe was at Jiang's house, Yan Nian heard that Jiang Chunhe had caught a cold and wanted Chunhe again, so Yan Nian called his daughter home. Jiang Beiyuan felt that Jiang Chunhe must have infected Yan Nian.

Otherwise, Yan Nian had been raised very well by him, so how could he suddenly catch a cold, so in the end it was all caused by Shen Chao.

Shen Chaosheng nodded with a smile: "Father-in-law is right, it's all my fault."

"So you are not worthy to be Nian Nian's family."

Shen Chaosheng: "..."

In the next second, Leng Bing dumped the umbrella towards his side. Shen Chaosheng smiled, "I want to protect myself well and not catch a cold. I am the leader of Chunbao's support group."

Jiangbeiyuan: "..."

To the funeral home.

Under the leadership of the staff, Shen Chaosheng and Jiang Beiyuan came to Shen Yuting's body.

The white cloth covered Shen Yuting's body, and Jiang Beiyuan lifted a corner, revealing Shen Yuting's unrepentant face, frowning.

"Death is so miserable, it's not like suicide."

Shen Chaosheng also suspected that it was not suicide.

Shen Chaosheng stared at Shen Yuting whose bones were not cold yet.

The place where he committed suicide was his neck. The jailer saw it with his own eyes. Shen Yuting cut the main artery of his neck by himself.

At that time, blood flowed into rivers and he died on the spot.

Shen Chaosheng's hand covered the part where Shen Yuting committed suicide, his eyes turned, and he saw a small hole next to the knife mark.

eye of a needle.

Shen Chaosheng's eyes narrowed fiercely, looking at the needle's eye, thoughtful.

If it is not suicide,

That is, Shen Yuting was injected with something before his death.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Beiyuan asked. He has 100 degrees of myopia. He didn't wear glasses today, and the light in the funeral home was dim, so Jiang Beiyuan didn't see the little needle eye.

"It's nothing." Shen Chaosheng smiled.

"What are you thinking?" Jiang Beiyuan narrowed his eyes, his eyes were always vicious.

"It's the same as my father-in-law thought."

"..." Jiangbeiyuan looked at him for a while.

The two covered themselves with a white cloth and walked out of the funeral home.

As the rain was still falling, Jiang Beiyuan threw several business cards into Shen Chaosheng's arms, "This is the contact information of several forensic doctors in Ningcheng. Before cremation, the autopsy report was completed."

"Thank you father-in-law. The son-in-law has nothing to repay, why don't you accompany father-in-law home to play mahjong?"

"Another day, you take Chun'er back now."

Jiangbeiyuan's mind was full of Yan Nian now.

When she catches a cold, she will feel very uncomfortable, with a stuffy nose and a sore throat, Jiang Beiyuan feels distressed.

……

Back at Jiang's house, whoosh~
A slipper flew in front of Jiangbeiyuan.

Jiang Beiyuan's eyes were suddenly covered with frost, staring at Jiang Qingchi who was fighting with Jiang Chunhe on the sofa.

"Hey dad, brother-in-law, you're back!" Jiang Qingchi was only wearing a short sleeve, revealing his strong arms and wheat-colored skin, and his angular face looked rebellious and sunny.

"Why are you here?" Jiang Beiyuan frowned.

"I heard that Mom and Chun'er have caught a cold, so I'll come back and have a look!"

"You see, they will be fine?"

"I play the role of the pistachio, making them smile, and the cold gets better quickly, doesn't it, daughter-in-law?" Jiang Qingchi raised his eyebrows, and looked at Mu Yanzhu with a smirk.

Mu Yanzhu, who was sitting next to Yan Nian, shook his head and laughed, "The young master of the Jiang family can do whatever he likes."

Shen Chaosheng walked over and sat beside Jiang Chunhe, pinched her face and smiled.

"Chun'er, let my father make a bowl of soup for you to drink, and the medicine will cure your illness."

After being reminded by Shen Chaosheng, Yan Nian remembered that Jiangbeiyuan could make soup, so he hurriedly said, "Husband, go make soup, make more soup, everyone have a bowl!"

Jiangbeiyuan: "..."

Teacher Jiang took off his coat, angrily threw it on Shen Chaosheng's head, rolled up his sleeves and went to the kitchen.

No one helped him, Jiangbeiyuan was busy in the kitchen by himself.

At this time, Jiang Beiyuan would think of Jiang San'er in his mind.

It is the happiest thing for the family to gather together and rejoice, but after all, there must be coolies. At this time, Jiang Beiyuan and Jiang San'er are fighters among men.

"Dad, let me come. You take a break first." San'er would always say that, with a voice full of distress for Jiang Beiyuan.

Now that Jiang San'er is gone, Jiang Beiyuan can do it himself.

Red dates, ginger, brown sugar, scallion and other materials are put together to cook the soup.

Jiang Beiyuan boiled a big pot and counted one bowl for each person, not Shen Chaosheng's share.

So when the cooking was over, everyone was holding a bowl of hot soup, except Shen Chaosheng did not.

Jiangbeiyuan's long eyebrows slanted, and his voice was crisp: "There is still some scum in the bottom of the pot, if you want to drink, pour it yourself."

Shen Chaosheng smiled: "Forget it, the essence of the soup must of course be reserved for the most important people."

Jiangbeiyuan narrowed his eyes again.

This fellow Shen Chaosheng must be plotting against him again.

Before thinking too much, Jiang Qingchi suggested that the family play mahjong.

Jiangbeiyuan didn't want to fight, but wanted to be with Yan Nian.

Yan Nian pushed him, "You men go play mahjong, I will fight the landlord with Chun'er and Yanzhu."

Shen Chaosheng, Jiang Beiyuan, and Jiang Qingchi were three people in total, four missing one.

(End of this chapter)