Villain: Forced to accept a marriage contract at the beginning

The fat face of the middle-aged man who was being questioned tried his best to conceal his uneasiness, and he grabbed his thighs under the table with his hands, pretending to be calm:

"Patriarch, you really know how to joke. I, Song Jian, have given everything I got. How could I do something to betray you?"

Zhu Min nodded and smiled lightly, but there was a bit of coldness in his words: "Everyone who betrays me will say that."

The atmosphere was instantly awkward, and the expressions of everyone present were extremely exciting.

Some looked worried, while others gloated.

Zhu Chi's slender eyes were full of sarcasm, and he didn't forget to add fuel to the fire: "What I heard in Longshi was different, Song Jian."

Seeing Zhu Chi's attack, Zhu Qing naturally wouldn't just sit back and ignore this high-ranking figure of great value who was on his side.

"Haha, father, please stop joking. You all know that Uncle Song Jian is timid, and you still scare him."

"And... my second child, I want to advise you. It's better not to talk nonsense in this place today." Zhu Qing cast a warning look at Zhu Chi who was sitting opposite.

But Zhu Chi didn't care, he glanced at Zhu Qing playfully, and looked at Zhu Min:

"Actually, the matter is very simple. Just ask my younger brother. Isn't the head of the Han family his girlfriend? After all, they are lying on the same bed. Can't you find out this little thing?"

Zhu Min, who was smoking a cigarette, nodded silently, his face was covered by wisps of white smoke, only his eyes shone shrewdly.

"Speaking of which... third brother!" Zhu Yu scratched his head in doubt, and looked at Zhu Min who was sitting in the main seat.

Zhu Min looked up: "En?"

"Why didn't you see Xiaomo? He should be in Tianjing now."

A smile appeared on Zhu Yu's face as he spoke: "I haven't seen him for a long time, and I want to see my little nephew before doing things for you."

While speaking, Zhu Yu's face revealed a trace of sadness unabashedly.

Only then did everyone present remember that the Patriarch had given him a task that was almost equivalent to sending him to death.

Ask him to kill the president of the Qiankun Society.

Although Zhu Yu is powerful, he has always been alone and has no soldiers under his command.

Without the help of a few masters, even if he managed to kill the president of the Qiankun Society, he would be surrounded and killed by the masters around him in all likelihood.

Zhu Min also felt a little embarrassed, and secretly scolded the old seven for being talkative.

When he said this, how many Zhu family members present trembled?

Before he could speak, Zhu Qing grinned and said, "Uncle Qi, Xiao Mo is only so old now, and he is still a child who needs to study hard."

"But you kid and Zhu Chi have already meddled in the Zhu family's affairs when they were his age." Zhu Yu was puzzled. He couldn't figure out why Zhu Mo didn't show up at the banquet.

He didn't call before because he was not interested in Zhu's affairs.

That's understandable, but now Zhu Mo's momentum is not small at all.

Not to mention being with the female patriarch of the Han family, she was still making a fuss in the Red Sun Country.

There are still many people under his command, and now he is qualified to appear in this kind of occasion.

"Ah?" The corners of Zhu Qing's mouth twitched, not wanting to continue talking to this stupid seventh uncle.

He said that between the lines he mocked Zhu Mo for being unqualified, and the seventh uncle insisted on slapping him here.

At this time, Zhu Nan, who was sitting in the distance, had his eyes widened, and he was silently reciting the name he just heard.

Zhu Qing turned out to be the third uncle's eldest son.

And he found that the voice of the middle-aged man he heard in the bathroom was the fat man named Song Jian.

It turned out that the person threatened by the "villain" had such a high status in the Zhu family.

They were all sitting in front of their father.

But what's wrong with his expression now?

At this moment, Song Jian buried his head deeply, and his back was soaked in sticky sweat.

The empty eyes were full of shock, and the closed teeth began to shake involuntarily, and the rattling sound of teeth colliding rang in his ears, the sound was like a rolling stone in his mind, which made him unable to move. think calmly.

Because he just heard a message that made his hair stand on end.

The patriarch of the Han family, Han Ningchu, is Zhu Mo's girlfriend?

If it was normal, he would only find this kind of thing absurd and funny.

But from Zhu Chi and Zhu Yu's mouths, he had to believe it.

It wasn't until now that he realized that he was already the lamb that fell into the pit from the beginning.

Zhu Mo has firmly grasped his own life in his hands.

"Wipe off your sweat, I don't think your condition is very good."

A gentle voice sounded from behind.

Song Jian looked back and saw a maid handing out a tissue to him respectfully.

The maid looks as sweet as her voice, and her smile is very kind.

First a meal, then took a tissue to wipe off the dense sweat on his forehead, expressed politeness, and said weakly: "Thank you..."

"No, it should be." The maid bowed and left.

Zhu Min glanced at Song Jian, and joked: "Fatty Song, lose weight. It's still the same as before, sweating profusely when it's hot."

Song Jian's mouth twitched far-fetchedly, but he didn't speak.

Just when he was about to throw the tissue in his hand on the ground and wait for the maid to sweep it away immediately, he was surprised to find that there were actually two soybean-sized writing on the lower left corner of the tissue.

His horrified eyes secretly glanced at the tissue, and when he saw the words Qingshan written on it, his heart completely collapsed.

Hastily and carefully crumpled up the tissue and stuffed it into his trouser pocket, a few drops of hot sweat slid down his forehead again.

He has seen this tissue before.

He saw it when he secretly went to Changning City to meet Han Ningchu. The paper napkins on the dinner table for him all had the words Qingshan printed on the lower left corner.

The word Tsingshan represents Tsingshan Group.

Who doesn't know that Tsingshan Group is the property of the Han family.

It really made Song Jian feel terrified, like sitting on pins and needles.

He understood that Zhu Mo had arranged for the maid to hand over the tissue to him.

now...

The young master is really scary, actually infiltrating into the banquet hall.

This is one of the places where the Zhu family talks about internal affairs the most!