Seeing Yang Chen's gesture, Song Jin shouted without thinking.
He's not an idiot.
If this goes down, I will be crippled even if I die.
Uncle Fu was one of the strongest worshipers of the Song family, and even he was beaten into coma.
Song Jin knew how much he was worth. If this went down, he would probably be thrown into a ditch without even knowing it.
"Damn it, I'm sorry, this is Qingshan Village, and I'm the deputy village chief!"
"Get off here!"
Yang Chen saw that every pore in Song Jin's body was rejecting him, and he was about to start the car and start the car. He reached out with his right hand, grabbed Song Jin's arm and pulled him out of the car like lightning.
"Buzz..."
When Song Jin was pulled down, he stepped on the accelerator.
The car rushed out like a crazy beast and landed on a big tree with a crooked neck.
Fu Bo, who was in the back seat, was knocked half out of the car and was almost run over by the tire.
"Well..."
Looking at the Mercedes-Benz with its headlights flashing rapidly, Yang Chen grabbed Song Jin's neck like a chicken, raised his hand and slapped her face: "Damn it, can you drive? You scared me to death!"
"
Bang bang bang!
Yang Chen's hand stopped, and with two slaps, Song Jin turned into a pig's head, and his eyes were a little dark, filled with stars.
"Bah bang bang!"
Seeing that Song Jin was a little dizzy, Yang Chen still felt uneasy and continued to raise his hand and slap him a few times.
But this time, he held back his strength so that he wouldn't beat Song Jin to death.
After about a minute, Yang Chen breathed a sigh of relief, threw the limp Song Jin on the ground, and then threw a cigarette and lighter in front of him: "Have a cigarette slowly, I have something else to ask you.
.”
"Uh huh..."
Song Jin's cheeks were as thick as the toilet walls. When he opened his mouth to speak, he grimaced in pain and could not pronounce words clearly.
But judging from the shape of his mouth, Song Jin was swearing.
"Believe it or not, I buried you at the entrance of the village today!"
Yang Chen knelt down, looked at Song Jin who was huddled together, his eyes full of anger, and smiled playfully.
Whoosh!
Song Jin was so frightened that his back went cold.
In the struggle between families, some people suddenly and inexplicably disappear, as if they have never appeared in this world. This is a method only used by big families.
As one of the four major families in Donghai City, the Song family has done a lot of this kind of thing.
So when Yang Chen talked about this matter, Song Jin took it seriously.
Especially looking at Yang Chen's smile, he felt almost like a demon.
Not peeing his pants was Song Jin’s final defense of higher education.
Seeing Song Jin gradually calm down, Yang Chen said: "Quickly answer the question, nod if it is yes, shake your head if no."
"Um!"
Song Jin made a difficult sound in his throat.
"Your father asked you to bring Lao Fu here to kill me?"
Yang Chen asked.
Song Jin: Shake your head!
"Cripple me?"
Yang Chen continued.
Song Jin nodded quickly, as smartly as the sleeping bells in the yard.
"What a smiling tiger."
After Yang Chen heard this, he muttered and said immediately: "The last question is, do you have any masters like him in the Song family?"
When Song Jin heard this, he was slightly stunned, with some hesitation in his eyes.
"Okay, let's arrange a drunk driving accident for you."
Seeing that Song Jin didn't say anything, Yang Chen stood up and sighed.
"Woooooooo..."
When Song Jin heard that Yang Chen was going to send him away, he was so frightened that he nodded quickly and raised five fingers.
"It seems that there are quite a lot of masters in Donghai City. I originally thought it was pointless to stay here, but now it seems that I can still play for a while."
"Yes, just send a text message to the old man like this. Whether or not he gets a reply, I'll inform him anyway."
When Yang Chen heard this, his eyes flashed with joy.
He seems to have found a reason to stay: there are many masters in the East China Sea, so practice your skills!
"Okay, thank you eight generations of the old Song family."
"If you have nothing to do, just go back."
Yang Chen waved his hands, turned around and put his hands in his pockets, humming a song and happily disappeared into the night.
Song Jin, who was sitting on the ground, made sure Yang Chen left, then roared at the top of his lungs, venting the anger in his heart.
"What's the fuss about? Get out of here, uncle!"
At this time, Yang Chen's angry shouts came from the other side of the woods.
Song Jin originally wanted to make a phone call to shake people off, but when he heard Yang Chen's angry scolding, he was so frightened that he peed his pants. He stood up and staggered towards the mostly paved asphalt road. He didn't even pay attention to Uncle Fu who was unconscious in the car and walked away in a hurry.
Disappeared in Qingshan Village.
At this moment, Yang Chen had tiptoed into the yard and quietly closed the door.
In the east wing, the father-in-law and mother-in-law were snoring loudly.
The room in the west wing was dark and so quiet that there was no sound.
Yang Chen quietly pushed the door open and entered, taking advantage of the moonlight, he glanced at Li Xiaoran who was sleeping against the wall, then got on the kang and lay down by the window.
"What took so long?"
Just as I was about to run "Hegemonic Qi" to continue breaking through the seal set by the old man, I heard Li Xiaoran's voice.
When he raised his head, he saw that Li Xiaoran had turned around at some point, staring straight at him with his big eyes, and continued: "I just heard someone talking outside."
"Uncle Zhao from the village is out looking for a dog."
Yang Chen hesitated and excused himself.
You can't tell Li Xiaoran that a sixty-year-old man just broke a tree with a punch.
"oh."
Li Xiaoran responded softly, and then said: "Um...it's cold. If you feel cold, sleep here."
After saying that, Li Xiaoran turned around and gave Yang Chen a back view.
Gudong!
This scene made Yang Chen unable to help but swallow his saliva.
Does this mean the 38th Parallel is gone?
At this moment, Li Xiaoran was also holding his hands nervously, listening to the movement behind him.
But soon, Yang Chen's snoring came from behind.
Li Xiaoran, who was originally nervous and shy, was quietly stunned. Then he clenched his pink fists and gritted his teeth: "I'm really convinced by this piece of wood..."
…
Early the next morning.
Yang Chen was woken up by the phone call.
He fumbled and picked up the cell phone from under the pillow. Without even looking at the caller ID, he directly connected the call: "Hey, who is it? I'm the handsome Yang Chen."
"Brother, when did you hook up with Miss Zhao? You are now famous throughout Tianmen City. You are more famous than the last time you attended my husband's birthday party!"
A woman's laughter came from the other side of the phone.
"What the hell?"
Yang Chen sat up from the kang in a daze, looked at the caller ID showing Chu Yingluo's mobile phone number, and then he came to his senses: "Yingluo, what are you talking about?"
"Brother, I sent you a link on WeChat. Just open it and take a look."
"I wish you good luck, especially if you don't let your sister-in-law know."
After saying that, Chu Yingluo hung up the phone.
Yang Chen scratched his head and opened WeChat. Sure enough, there was a link, and he clicked on it.
The next moment, his eyes widened: "Fuck, this Zhao Ran is an idiot, he rushes to post it and ruins my reputation!"