Sick, he's the best

Chapter 24 The Single Jiang Mingrou
Fu Shennian curled his lips into a smile, planning a strategy to win thousands of miles away, as if everything was under his control!

The man's bony hands knocked on the glass window one by one, the black night was so charming that people felt cold and gloomy, and the darkness in front of him was like a bloody abyss that would swallow people into it.

The man's eyes were treacherous and raging like a cloud, those deep and sinister eyes stared straight at the huge abyss in front of him, and he curled his lips into a cruel and playful smile.

It is true that even the sky is helping him.

Jiang Mingrou.

He was just pushing the flames lightly, but the distortion and indifference of human nature are so dirty, the darkness and desire in his heart can't resist the temptation, as long as he hooks his hand a little, those idiots can't wait to take the hook .

There was no room for resistance at all.

This made him feel slightly boring, not challenging at all.

These people made him extremely boring. Even the urge to kill was too dirty for him, so he was too lazy to do it.

Jiang Mingrou actually liked it, and Fu Shennian's eyes were faint.

Jiang Mingrou, you can't blame me for being cold and heartless.

If you want to blame, you can only blame you for being blind. Who is wrong to choose, that idiot Yang Ziheng?

The man whispered those three words in his heart, his eyes became darker and more treacherous.

"Fu Qing." He called out to Fu Qing coldly.

Fu Qing came over and put his ears on the car window: "Master."

Fu Shennian narrowed his dark eyes: "Let them do it."

"Jiang Mingrou can't be stuck for long." He stared at the dark night ahead with his deep and treacherous eyes, his face froze for a while.

Fu Qing lowered his head and nodded: "Yes."

While trapping Jiang Mingrou, they had to get what the master wanted. The land in Nancheng was also a piece of fat that my master was eyeing, as well as the copyright of the script of "Ghost Prison".

These are what Jiang Mingrou wants, and Fu Shennian also wants them.

The Fu family has fought against the Jiang family for several lifetimes. Since a hundred years ago, their ancestors have been at loggerheads. red.

The Jiang family and the Fu family have never looked down upon each other.

It is normal for capitalists to compete for the original limited market resources, relying on each individual's ability.

Fu Shennian never realized that his methods were despicable and shameless.

It can only be said that even the sky is helping him.

Jiang Mingrou's good-for-nothing fiancé was just a rat droppings that ruined a pot of soup.

Beijing.

The people from the Fu family, in suits and leather shoes, strided into the writer Beimu's house with stern and cold faces. After a while, there were sounds of scolding, arguing and noise from inside, and then, a pool of blood and horrified screams splashed on the curtains. There was a cry, a man fell to the ground, and the ups and downs of panic suddenly stopped and disappeared.

Time passed by every minute and every second, Fu Shennian's face was calm, and he sat in the back seat calmly, his face was almost cold and blurred, and there was a gloomy singing voice in the car, accompanied by the beating rhythm on his fingertips , slowly flowing into the ears.

Listening to the creepy singing, Fu Qing's heart was tense. The darkness in front of him was like an abyss, bringing boundless fear.

Fu Qing was sweating profusely on his forehead.

The pointer was ticking, and Fu Qing glanced down. Just 15 minutes later, he felt as if half a century had passed, feeling a little tormented.

faster.

faster.

Fu Qing urged silently in his heart, his eyes were fixed, and he stared closely at the front, for fear that Jiang Mingrou's car would break through the cage and come galloping from inside.

Can't hold Patriarch Jiang for a long time.

He could only hope that their men would move faster.

A text message came in from the phone. Fu Qing looked down, his eyes gradually becoming wilder, and he said in a cold voice to the profile of the man by the car window: "Master, the copyright has been obtained."

Fu Shennian spoke lightly, staring straight ahead: "Yes."

at the same time.

Several black cars galloped from the right side of the mountain, like excited wolves.

Jiang Mingrou's face was as silent as ink, and her cold and beautiful eyes became colder and colder.

Jiang Nan raised his head to look at his Patriarch with the same embarrassing expression: "Master, it's too bad, the tires are pierced inside and out."

"It can't be fixed."

Even the gas in their car was drained. It's a pity that they didn't bring explosives. Now they can't stop the car and can't contact them.

This wild place really wants to drive people to a dead end!
Suddenly, there was the sound of a car and the sound of an engine not far away, and Jiang Ming raised her beautiful eyes, "Jiangnan."

Jiang Nan also heard the voice, and he stood up immediately: "The car is coming."

"The visitor is not good."

There was something wrong with the sound of the wheels. It was not an ordinary car. More than one car came. In the middle of the night, who else would come to the suburbs besides them?

At a time like this, Jiang Mingrou, who was alone, brought Jiangnan with her. It was like a rabbit falling into a wolf's den.

Apart from Fu Shennian's people, or other people, Jiang Mingrou couldn't think of her enemies, there were countless.

She has to memorize everything, she doesn't have that much free time.

It is not impossible for Fu Shennian to get rid of Jiang Mingrou at a time like this when the Fu family and the Jiang family are at odds.

Jiang Mingrou had to be vigilant.

Jiang Mingrou looked straight ahead with frugal eyes: "Let's go!"

After she finished speaking, she quickly ran towards the forest, and burrowed into the bushes. Jiang Nan was horrified, and hurriedly followed.

In front were weeds and shrubs, thorns and thorns. The sharp weeds cut Jiang Mingrou's skin with burning pain. Her complexion changed slightly, as if she didn't know the pain, and Jiang Nan's arm was also bleeding.

He struggled forward and walked in front of Jiang Mingrou: "Patriarch, let me go ahead, and you follow me."

Several cars gradually approached, Jiang Mingrou directly pulled Jiangnan and ran to the right, squatting down on his shoulders.

A dozen tall and thick men got out of the car, and they immediately spotted the iconic car of the Jiang family.

"Jiang Mingrou's car is here!!"

Jiang Mingrou's brows and eyes were light, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Damn! People ran away."

"There are traces here."

Jiang Nan breathed slightly, Jiang Mingrou pressed his shoulder firmly, and motioned him not to move with his eyes.

"They can't run very far, find it for me! It's definitely near here!!"

All of a sudden, gunshots sounded "bang bang bang". Wherever they passed, small branches broke in the middle, and then several gunshots resounded, and the bullets pierced through the soil and trees.

The other people stopped suddenly. They held Yang Ziheng's hand and touched the gun on his back: "Why is there a gunshot?"

"The master has done it?"

They looked at each other.

The moment Fu Shennian heard the gunshot, his dark and deep eyes suddenly opened.

"Fu Qing, where did the gunshot come from?"

Fu Qing's face was tense: "Master, it's... Patriarch Jiang's side."

Fu Shennian's pupils shrank slightly, and there was a hostility in his sinister eyes, and his voice was as cold as black iron: "Who allowed them to shoot?"

"Don't you want to live?"

(End of this chapter)