The Crazy Son-in-Law of the Female CEO

At the same time, in a five-star suite of Jinling Shijia Hotel.

The master of the Tang family hangs up the phone, but instead of placing the phone on the coffee table in front of him, he clutches the phone with an extremely gloomy expression.

"what happened?"

While Tang Xiong was meditating, a woman in a dark red silk nightgown came out of the bedroom beside her.

She held two glasses of red wine in her hand, put them in front of Tang Xiong, and rubbed against Tang Xiong's arm with the softness of her chest.

The long eyelashes fluttered slightly, the fair and flawless skin was light red, and the thin lips were as delicate as rose petals.

This woman is Tang Xiong's mistress.

"What's the matter? Why is your face so bad?"

Tang Xiong ignored him, but his face became more and more gloomy, the veins in his hands were bulging, and the phone creaked when he pinched it.

"I'm going back!" Tang Xiong stood up abruptly and said to her.

"Why? Why are you going back so soon? People still want to..." Normally, as long as she used this trick, Tang Xiong would obediently disarm.But today for some reason, Tang Xiong still looked cold to her.

"Leave it... okay?" the woman said coquettishly.

However, the woman hadn't finished speaking yet.

"Snapped!"

The woman covered her face in surprise.

"Remember! You are a bird I raised, don't try to control me!" After finishing speaking, Tang Xiong walked out without looking back.

On the car going back, Tang Xiong repeatedly flashed back to the phone call just now.

"Patriarch! The second young master is gone!"

"What? What do you mean! Make it clear!"

"I just received a call saying that the second young master is dead! Jiang Yiran's subordinates are dead."

"Impossible! Isn't Jiang Yiran already dead?"

"He didn't die! He beat the second young master to death just now!"

Tang Xiong raised his head, leaned his head on the small pillow behind him, and let out a long breath, but the resentment in his heart could not be calmed down.

Similar scenes are also happening in other families of the top ten families in the south of the Yangtze River.

At the same time, the Zhao family in Gusu.

"What?! He actually killed Wen Lei!" The old man of the Zhao family trembled violently.

At this time, Zhao Huizhong was silent with a gloomy face, while Qi Jie sat aside, crying with snot and tears.

"Knowing that he is not a good thing!"

"Yeah, I didn't expect that he wouldn't even let Wen Lei go! Is he still human?"

Zhao Wenlei was killed, and the juniors present were not very sad, but just condemned a few words casually.

In fact, they were secretly happy that they could get a little more property because of it.

"Okay, shut up!" Zhao Anshi slammed on his crutch.

"Unexpectedly, this little bastard is not dead!"

"Dad! What should we do now!" Zhao Huizhong suddenly raised his head and looked at him, his eyes were scarlet: "Wen Lei is my son, a descendant of our Zhao family, he can't die in vain!"

Zhao Anshi was silent for a while, and said: "Don't be in a hurry. I'm afraid I need to discuss this matter with the other Patriarchs..."

this one.Night is destined to be a restless day.night.

The news of the tragic death of five of the sons of the top ten families in the south of the Yangtze River is like a gust of wind.Overnight, it spread throughout the major families in the south of the Yangtze River.

The whole of Jiangnan was blown upside down by this news.

At the same time, a video conference is also quietly going on.

"It seems that we have reached a consensus." Song Huaitang looked at the other screens, clenched his fists, and said firmly, "Jiang Yiran must be eliminated within a week!"

The figures on the other screens also nodded.

The video conference in front of me is indeed the meeting of the heads of the top ten families in the south of the Yangtze River!
Five of the ten of them lost their son last night.They were so excited that they wished to kill Jiang Yiran immediately.

"Then what do you guys think, let's talk about it!"

Many Patriarchs at the scene fell into silence.

After all, Jiang Yiran's strength lies there, and it is difficult to get rid of him easily.

"I have an idea, I don't know when to say it!" Zhao Anshi said after a long silence.

"Mr. Zhao, don't be a fool at this time, just tell me if you have any ideas!" Song Huaitang urged.

Afterwards, Zhao Anshi told everyone his thoughts.

"Old Zhao, you have sacrificed a lot, and you can even come up with such a move!" The Patriarch of the He family, He Bufan, looked at Zhao Anshi meaningfully.

"It's not all because that bastard is too hated!" Zhao Anshi gritted his teeth.

Song Huaitang thought for a moment, then nodded.

"Okay, since everyone agrees, let's implement this plan. The hatred between our top ten families in the south of the Yangtze River and those bastards is here!"

After turning off the video, Zhao Anshi sat on a chair and meditated for a long time.Finally, he was ruthless.He clenched his fist fiercely, as if making up his mind.

"Hui Lan, don't blame me for being cruel. If you want to blame, blame that bastard..."

Three hours later...

In the villa of the Shen family in Linhai City.

Jingle Bell!Jingle Bell!
Zhao Huilan answered the phone: "Hello? Are you?"

Now the Shen family can be said to be in full bloom in Linhai City, and it can be said that there are very few people in Linhai City who know the phone number of the Shen family.Not to mention knowing the Shen family's landline.

"Hui Lan, I'm Dad!"

"Dad?" Zhao Huilan was a little surprised. Since that birthday banquet, the Zhao family has never contacted their family again. It can be said that they have almost completely cut off contact with Zhao Huilan, let alone make phone calls.

Despite some doubts, Zhao Huilan still asked, "Dad, what's the matter with you?"

"Hui Lan! It's been so long, why haven't you come to see Dad?"

Hearing this sentence, Zhao Huilan almost thought that she had an auditory hallucination.

"Well, Huilan, come over tomorrow!"

After hanging up the phone, Shen Tianming just walked into the living room.

He looked at Zhao Huilan with concern: "What's the matter, what's the matter?"

Zhao Huilan said with a strange expression: "Dad asked me to go and see him."

"What?" Shen Tianming looked at Zhao Huilan in surprise, his brows twisted into a "Sichuan".

"Hasn't the Zhao family already cut off contact with us? How come?"

Zhao Huilan shook her head: "I don't know, I just made this call suddenly..."

Shen Tianming rubbed his chin: "Is there any problem in this. By the way! Aren't Muyan and the others in Jinling? Could it have something to do with Muyan."

Zhao Huilan shook her head: "I don't know, it's just... My intuition tells me that nothing good will happen this time."

"Hey... It would be great if that kid Yiran was still around. With him around, I can do everything with confidence. But..." Zhao Huilan couldn't help but shed tears when she said this.

"It's been half a year, Tianming, if you say he won't..."

Shen Tianming glared at Zhao Huilan: "What nonsense are you talking about! Since that child is good and blessed, how could he just casually..."

Zhao Huilan nodded: "Then where is the old man tomorrow?"

"You'd better go, after all, you are his daughter, and you shouldn't do anything excessive."