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Chapter 273 Are you going to be beaten?

Yan Han didn't hesitate, he raised his foot and kicked the door lightly, and repeated, "Open the door."

Song Xiang had no choice but to grit his teeth and open the door.

She opened it carefully, originally wanting to stick her head out, but before she could stick her head out, something hit her.

Song Xiang stepped back and took a closer look. It turned out to be the medicine she had brought back.

Yan Yanhan clicked his tongue, "Why don't you continue?"

Song Xiang quickly took it.

She wanted to say a few more words, but Yan Han turned around and left without giving her a chance to speak.

He stood there holding the medicine, dazed.

Is this guy reminding her to take medicine?

Song Xiang trembled all over, feeling that he must have seen a ghost, otherwise how could he see such a human-like Yan Han.

The lights in the living room were turned off, so she walked out quietly, quickly poured a glass of water, and then hurried back to the room.

Drinking water and taking medicine, Leng Buding remembered that the medicine was sent by Yan Han and almost choked in his throat.

After finally swallowing it, I was still confused.

I went back to bed and lay down, completely sleepless.

When I close my eyes, I either think of Yan Han's figure, or think of him coming to deliver medicine, all the time, my brain is going to explode.

I tossed and turned, stayed up half the night, and waited until the early morning before I was half asleep.

The alarm clock broke away my sleepiness, and I got up in a daze.

The sun shone into the room and it was already morning.

After washing up and leaving the room, Yan Han had already gone out. There was breakfast on the table, which was probably the leftover "breakfast" of Yan Han.

Song Xiang lamented the corruption of capital while enjoying the leftovers of the capitalists.

I dozed off to eat breakfast and didn't go out until eight o'clock.

She was worried about the traffic jam and did not drive. She got on the subway and dozed off the whole way.

Finally, we arrived near the company and walked all the way there. As soon as we entered the company, the front desk came up.

"Mr. Song, someone is looking for you."

Song Xiang knew as soon as he saw the troubled expression on the little girl's face that something serious was coming.

"Who's upstairs?"

"Except for the chairman, everyone from the Zhang family is here."

Song Xiang shrugged and simply turned around.

The front desk was dumbfounded, "You...?"

"Tell the directors that I will inspect the production line and ask them to remember to have breakfast."

front desk:???

Song Xiang turned around and left, calling Ding Fan and asking her to take someone to Yue Ji's factory.

Yueji's production line is in the suburbs, not close to the office building. It takes half an hour to take a taxi.

Song Xiang was too lazy to talk to the Zhang family, so he just turned a blind eye.

As soon as she got into the taxi, she heard the news on the radio.

The driver then lamented: "Yue Ji, the chairman, is also guilty. He has been involved in the underworld for a good company for decades. Now it's better, everyone has been arrested."

Song Xiangli was slightly surprised, and suddenly remembered what he said to Yan Han. It was probably Yan Han's people who took action.

The driver added: "He knows people well but doesn't know his heart. He seems to be a good person. If his son rapes another girl, and I clean up the aftermath, I still kill someone and silence him. I'm really going to die."

Song Xiang chimed in and lowered his mask.

The driver kept making noises in front of us for a long time, and we finally reached the suburbs.

Ding Fan came by car, and when Song Xiang arrived on the front foot, she also arrived on the back foot.

A group of people entered the factory in a mighty manner. The person in charge of the factory was actually sleeping. When he saw Song Xiang coming over, he was also wilted and didn't even have the desire to express himself.

Song Xiang turned around and firmly decided to sell the production line.

After leaving the factory, Ding Fan whispered, "Do you still want to sell the production line?"

Song Xiang didn't say anything and got into Ding Fan's car.

Along the way, Ding Fan remained silent.

"The company is about to go bankrupt. If we sell the production line again, we will completely touch the cake of the shareholders. I'm afraid it will be a bit difficult."

Song Xiang opened the door and got out of the car, "The chairman has disappeared. How capable can a group of soldiers be?"

She didn't take the Zhang family seriously and walked into the company before Ding Fan.

It was close to one o'clock in the afternoon, which happened to be lunch break time.

Song Xiang thought that the Zhang family would not be able to wait until now, but as soon as he entered the door, he bumped into the mighty Zhang family.

Ding Fan followed, knowing something was wrong, so he quickly came up to smooth things over.

The Zhang family is going crazy. The money in their pockets has been tampered with, so of course they have to fight hard.

Suddenly seeing Song Xiang, the previous fear disappeared. Zhang Yaxin stood in the first place and rushed towards Song Xiang to beat her.

"Bitch! I'll beat you to death! Do you really think we have no one left in the Zhang family?!"

As the saying goes, if you fight to the death and dare to pull down the emperor, you will lose your mind and it will be extremely scary.

Zhang Yaxin moved so fast and with so much strength that even Ding Fan couldn't stop her.

The bodyguards came quickly, and the rest of the Zhang family rushed up.

Song Xiang stood in the back, completely the target of a group fight.

Zhang Yaxin broke free from the restraints at some point, grabbed the crystal ashtray on the coffee table next to her, and threw it directly in the direction of Song Xiang!

Song Xiang saw the ashtray flying towards her, and she didn't even have time to dodge.

Suddenly, a figure flashed in front of him.

The opponent wanted to raise his hand to block the ashtray, but he was too late and the ashtray hit his eyebrow bone directly.

Blood flowed out on the spot.

The ashtray fell on the ground and the scene was chaotic.

A group of bodyguards in black ran in and immediately picked up the Zhang family.


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