Arrogant Uncle, don't be shy

With Ling Chen's order, the two front bodyguards kicked at the closed door at the same time, and the door fell down, showing the indoor situation in front of them.

"Who!"

The men in the room jumped up in surprise, picked up pistols and pointed to the door.

Ling Chen pushes away the bodyguard in front of him. When he sees Li Qi lying on the ground with blood on his body, his beautiful jaw line can't help tightening.

The only person in the room who didn't stand up was the middle-aged man sitting behind the large desk smoking a cigar. He had a pair of green eyes as gloomy as a snake. At the moment, he was looking at the uninvited guests at the door.

He put his cigar on the ashtray and smiled. "I didn't expect there would be guests so late. Do you have anything to do with me?"

Ling Chen didn't laugh with him. He pointed to Li Qi who was unconscious on the ground and said, "come and take our children back."

"Oh? It turned out that the child's parents came. " The man glanced at Ricky with cold eyes, thought a little, waved generously and said, "since it is so, take the man away."

The other party is so easy to talk, but it makes Ling Chen suspicious.

However, the top priority now is to take Ricky away, and it's not his turn to deal with the matter caused by the boy, so Ling Chen didn't say anything more and made a gesture to the bodyguard to ask them to bring people over.

Richie struggled to hold Ling Chen's sleeve when he was held by the bodyguard. His voice was weak: "wait... Child..."

Before his voice fell, a cry of a child who should never have appeared here suddenly rang out in the room.

The green eyes sitting behind the table looked at the dead corner of the room blocked by the sofa, and then turned to look at Ling Chen.

Ling Chen's face was more gloomy than the green eyes on the other side and said, "I said I came to take our children. There's no reason to take only one. Is there one left?"

After finishing that sentence, Li Qi fainted again. Ling Chen looked at the troublesome young master with a headache and wished he could just leave him here.

Green eye took a sip of the cigar and directly denied: "this is our child here. It has nothing to do with the child."

The two men came and went, and the two men and horses were at war. They looked like they were going to fight.

Ling Chen stared at the green eyes for a while. At this moment, he asked abruptly, "how much do you want?"

"What a clever man." Green eyes suddenly smiled. He said to Ling Chen, "let me give me 300000 dollars from the person the child found."

Ling Chen said simply: "one million dollars, someone will send a check tonight. You can also want cash."

Green eyes looked at Ling Chen, as if to measure whether his words were credible.

After a while, he crushed his cigar in the ashtray and waved to his men.

"Let them take the two children away."

The child who was carried out from the back of the sofa had his hands and feet tied, and his face was full of panic and tears.

When Ling Chen saw the obvious Hispanic appearance on the child's face, she intuitively realized that the child might be a big trouble.

When the party was about to leave, green eyes suddenly said, "wait, Devon, you are not the one who can change a million dollars."

Ling Chen looked at the shivering black man and winked at the bodyguard. The black man asked by green eyes was pushed into the room without door panel.

Behind him burst out bursts of wailing and begging for mercy. Ling Chen left the red scorpion's nest with a cold face.

After waiting in the car for a long time, Zhang Xiaoxiao's nervous heart was about to jump out of her throat. When she saw Ling Chen coming back, she cried on the spot.

What she didn't expect was that as soon as she cried, a young voice immediately sobbed with her.

Zhang Xiaoxiao looked at the child who was taken to the car and asked Ling Chen in surprise, "whose child is this?"

Ling Chen, who came out in the middle of the night to toss about such a trip, looked at Li Qi, who was being treated by the bodyguard, and said, "you have to ask that smelly boy."

When they returned to wells' house, the whole house was brightly lit, and Mr. wells stood at the door, accompanied by the housekeeper, waiting for them.

As soon as they got off the bus, wells immediately said to Ling Chen, "Ling, I've asked the doctor to come home. You go to deal with the gunshot wound first, and I'll deal with the rest."

Ling Chen is not interested in Li Qi and the child. He nods to wells and leads Zhang Xiaoxiao away.

Because Ling Chen was calm before, although Zhang Xiaoxiao was worried about his situation, he really thought the gunshot wound was not very serious.

But when she finished communicating with the doctor in her broken English, she knew that Ling Chen's shot just hit the shoulder blade. Later, after a fierce struggle, the actual situation was countless times more serious than Ling Chen's light appearance!

Ling Chen stared at his little girl with a headache like a little tigress. In his tone, he meant to beg for mercy: "well, recover from the injury and be fine soon."

Zhang Xiaoxiao couldn't bear to get angry with him. He gritted his teeth and scolded, "what's that bastard Richie doing?"

"He should be to save the child."

"What's the matter with that child? Is it Ricky's illegitimate son? He's only nineteen years old. Why did a two or three-year-old child come out? "

What Zhang Xiaoxiao can accept from childhood is the puppy love of everyone's pure lesbian hands. It's really incomprehensible for this situation.

"Didn't you find out? That child should be a Latin hybrid. "

"What happened to the Latin hybrid?" Zhang Xiaoxiao asked a confused question. Suddenly, a Latin American face flashed in her mind. She said in amazement, "that child can't be jolina and rich?"

Ling Chen said meaningfully, "maybe, maybe not."

Compared with Ling Chen, who was shot but still awake, Li Qi was in a coma because of a concussion and didn't wake up until the next morning.

After he woke up, he was faced with his father, Ling Chen and Zhang Xiaoxiao waiting for the answer.

Wells asked his son with a dark face, "Ricky, tell me, what's the matter with that child? Is that your child?"

"No, it's not mine." Richie said with some embarrassment, "that's jolina's child. After returning from Las Vegas three years ago, jolina found herself pregnant. At that time, we couldn't be sure whether the child was mine, so we let her have it first."