Villain: Forced to accept a marriage contract at the beginning

In fact, at first Song Jian was still fantasizing about seeing if he could confess everything to Zhu Min in private, because of the years he had been with him, maybe there was still a glimmer of life.

When the time comes, bribe Han Ningchu to help destroy the evidence of private transactions.

Even if he confronted the young master face-to-face, he would deny him life and death. Forgive him for not daring to tear up his ticket under the majesty of the Patriarch.

After hearing about the relationship between the young master and Han Ningchu, the last line of defense in his heart also collapsed.

He didn't think that his value in the heart of the head of the Han family could be compared to that of the young master of the Zhu family, let alone the young master was still her pillow.

After struggling in his heart for only a moment, Song Jian finally chose the only way to survive.

He sneaked a meaningful glance at Zhu Qing, and unconsciously rolled his throat.

"Patriarch...Actually, I think what Qiye said is not unreasonable." Song Jian's smile was stiff, and some trembling could be heard in his voice.

It can be said that the words are amazing.

All of a sudden, all eyes, including Zhu Min's, were focused on Song Jian, staring at him with "what do you mean?"

"Cough cough..."

Even Zhu Min was so startled that he choked on the smoke in his mouth and coughed violently a few times.

With choked tears in his eyes, he threw the cigarette in his hand on the ground.

Two maids rushed to clean up the cigarette butts that were not extinguished, wiped the floor spotless and then retreated.

Seeing that the maid who was mopping the floor was the one who just handed over the paper, Song Jian's eyes became extremely determined.

Gritting his teeth, he faced Zhu Min with a smile and said, "Yes, I think the young master's ability is obvious to all. I really think it's a bit unreasonable not to have the young master on an occasion like today."

Zhu Min was stunned for a moment, then his body leaned forward against the back of the chair, and disbelief flashed in his eyes.

Suddenly chuckled, and moved his eyes to Zhu Qing who was sitting on the side, with an expression of watching the excitement.

The shock on Zhu Qing's face hadn't dissipated yet, she rubbed her chin and stared at Song Jian, saying, "Uncle Song Jian, what...did you get stimulated? Do you know what you said just now?"

"Don't worry about it, young master. I'm not at the age of being confused. I remember everything I said."

Song Jian, who is usually less courageous than a mouse, looks at Zhu Qing without fear at this time, but the trembling double chin proves that he is still frightened.

Zhu Qing's complexion suddenly darkened, staring at Song Jian with viper-like eyes, speechless for a moment.

How dare this fat man beat himself up?

"Hoho, things are getting interesting."

Zhu Chi, who didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, clapped his hands excitedly, and his tone was full of sarcasm. Anyone who heard it wanted to punch him in the face.

"I agree with Mr. Song's statement. The young master has helped me a lot since he came back. Patriarch, why don't you let the young master..."

Sitting not far away, the middle-aged woman with elegant temperament and well-maintained body and skin said with a light smile.

Her words pushed the atmosphere in the banquet hall to a climax, and the whispers below continued.

This woman's name is Li Peizhen, she is cruel and cruel, and she is one of the most powerful people in the Zhu family's senior management.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that she is the eldest sister of the Zhu Chi sect, but is she actually speaking for the young master now?

Zhu Chi, who was gloating just now, almost cried on the spot.

My brain went blank, and I secretly screamed that something was wrong.

Speaking of which, the relationship between Li Peizhen and herself is not like the relationship between Zhu Qing and Song Jian. Rather than saying that she supports her, it is more appropriate to say that the two are in a cooperative relationship.

Now Zhu Chi has not reached the point where he can completely command Li Peizhen.

Zhu Min, who had been silent since Song Jian spoke, had a smile on his face: "I know. I will think about it when I go back tonight."

"Don't talk too much, don't talk about Xiaomo for now. I've seen what he wants me to see."

Zhu Qing and the Zhu Chi brothers were obviously depressed in the following time.

Zhu Min also continued to discuss the internal affairs of the Zhu family, and directly left the other Zhu family members aside, pretending that they did not exist.

"Hey, the family dinner we agreed to discuss business matters all the time." Zhu Si shook his head and smiled wryly.

"Father... I have a stomachache." Zhu Nan gritted his teeth and looked at Zhu Si, who couldn't help showing a little fear when he looked at Zhu Si with a livid face.

After walking out of the banquet hall, Zhu Nan ran to the bathroom with his buttocks between his legs.

"Oh, really. It's all because I was too focused on the conversation outside the door before, and it seems that I didn't clean it up and left half of it inside."

After trotting for a long time, Zhu Nan finally found the bathroom, and was startled by a dull blunt sound as soon as he stepped in.

Looking sideways, he saw a figure standing in front of the sink, violently pulling his long black hair with one hand, and repeatedly swinging the hammer in his hand with the other, savagely falling down again and again...

Suddenly, a strong smell of blood filled the air.

The dark red blood splashed on the glass on the sink like splashed ink, reflecting the dazzling scarlet blood-colored flowers.

Drops of blood flowed down the man's white fingers, and the sound of dripping on the ground made people shudder.

"Ah ah ah..."

Zhu Nan's terrified face was covered with beads of sweat, and there were bursts of blood-curdling screams from his mouth.

With his palms on the ground, he wanted to escape from this place of right and wrong as soon as possible.

Perhaps, when that person reacted, the hammer head, which was still stained with blood, should have fallen on his own head.

The scream startled the man, and he turned his head slowly.

There was no warmth in those eyes, it was frighteningly cold.

There were a few drops of blood sticking to the handsome fair face, and that sharp-edged face with a perfect face was so hideous and terrifying in Zhu Nan's eyes at the moment.

The man took off his black suit jacket and threw it into the sink, looked at Junan, with a slight hook on his mouth: "Junan?"

Zhu Nan shuddered, surprised that the man knew his name: "Please...don't kill me..."

The corners of the mouth of the handsome young man in front of him widened slightly, and the leather shoes dripped a puddle of blood on the floor.

Walking slowly, he squatted in front of Zhu Nan, rubbed his head with bloody hands and said softly, "What are you talking about? I'm your brother Zhu Mo, why did I kill you?"