Chapter 1308 Song Xing and His Wife (35)

Song Yiyan's face darkened suddenly. She looked up and saw Han Ding running towards her excitedly, grinding his teeth fiercely, adding to the chaos!

"She is Song Yiyan!"

"She's lying. She must be Song Yiyan. I'm sure. Post it on Weibo quickly."

"Sure enough, she is a social lady. She got involved in society at a barbecue stall. She is so cool. She has learned a lot."

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Han Ding has already run over, carrying two big bags of food in his hand: "Boss, how can you go out to have barbecue without me? I brought you two bottles of 1982 Lafite, let's drink two?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that the atmosphere was a little abnormal, and a cold murderous aura came towards him, making him shiver out of fright.

Song Yiyan glanced over with a death gaze. She was looking for death. If she didn't show up earlier, she would show up later, but she just came at this time.

Come here, come here. He used to call her boss all the time. Why did he just call her by her name today?

Seeing more and more people coming around, Song Yiyan pulled Ji Xing and ran away.

Han Ding didn't know what was going on. When he saw the boss running, he followed him and chased after him.

The melon-eating crowd saw her running away, and several others chased after her in order to take more photos to gain some heat.

Song Yiyan didn't care for a long time. Anyway, her current reputation has become extremely dark. She can say whatever she wants.

Besides, Ji Xing had protected her with quick eyes and hands just now, and they didn't take much pictures, not even her face.

Han Ding followed behind, panting as he ran: "Boss, boss's boyfriend, please slow down, slow down, there is no one behind."

He was too old to pursue him anymore. He took a few breaths to continue chasing, but he was caught by someone.

"You are with them! Are you eating the Overlord meal? Pay me!" The owner of the barbecue stall grabbed Han Ding, with a look of contempt and anger on his face.

Today's young people are so unkind. It's not easy for him to do small business. He only has one or two hundred yuan and he still avoids the bill!

"I'm sorry, I ran in a hurry and I don't have any money." Han Ding touched it and found that he didn't take his wallet and forgot his cell phone. He gave him a bottle of wine: "Here's it for you, Lafite 1982, enough." You've been working at a barbecue stall for several months."

Barbeque restaurant owner: "Do you think I look like a stick?"

Han Ding shook his head: "It doesn't look like that."

"It's not like you lied to me about money. If you don't give me money, I'll call the police." The boss looked at the bottle of wine, 82 Lafite, why didn't he say it was 82 Sprite!

"This is really Lafite from 1982. I used it to honor my boss." Han Ding sighed, seeing Song Yiyan and Ji Xing disappearing, he became anxious: "Otherwise, you can go to Tomson Residence to look for her tomorrow. My name is Han Ding, and Tangchenju is mine, so I won’t give you the money.”

The boss was amused by him. One moment, he was Lafite in 1982, and the other was Tomson Ju. Are all swindlers so arrogant?

Han Ding was at his wits end, so he finally took the barbecue restaurant owner back to his car and gave him the money.

The boss looked straight at the wine in Han Ding's hand: "Can you give me this bottle of wine? I don't want the money."

The plainly dressed man in front of me must be telling the truth. He is driving a Rolls-Royce to have barbecue!

Then this wine is the 1982 Lafite!

Han Ding smiled, gave the money, threw the wine into the car, got in the car directly, and went to chase Song Yiyan and Ji Xing.

The boss stood there with a grimace on his face, looking at the luxury car driving away without tears. He looked down at the two hundred yuan in his hand, and his intestines turned green with regret.

A good opportunity to make a small fortune was missed like this. It is true that there is no time in life to force anything.

As soon as Han Ding arrived at the gate of the community, he saw Song Yiyan and Ji Xing standing on the side of the road, reaching for a taxi and hurriedly stopped.

When Song Yiyan saw it was Han Ding, she pulled Ji Xing into the car and said, "Go to Jindu Garden, hurry up."

Han Ding's eyes lit up: "Boss, are you alive again?"

Song Yiyan didn't know why he was so happy when encountering such a thing, and nodded: "Hurry up, or someone will die."

She and Ji Xing had just escaped from the pursuit of that group of lunatics when they received a call from the fat man Ma Rongguang who blackmailed her for 100,000 yuan and framed her family's bad guy.

She asked for one million, and the other party didn't hesitate at all and just handed over the money. Hearing the movement and his voice, he must have been scared out of his wits.

Jindu Garden is a high-end community with good conditions in Beijing. Han Ding drove a super luxury car worth tens of millions and entered the community without anyone stopping him wherever he went.

The corridor in front of Ma Guangrong's house was very quiet, eerily quiet.

Standing at the door, I could clearly hear the sound of banging on the door, one after another, as if some heavy object was hitting the door regularly.

The impact sound became more and more permeable in the strangely quiet night, making people's skin crawl all over.

Faintly, you can still hear the man crying, as if he is extremely scared.

Han Ding was a little worried: "Boss, this door is locked from the inside, and we don't have the key, so why..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a soft knock from the door.

Song Yiyan pushed directly and the door opened.

Hinton:......

"You two wait outside!" Song Yiyan stopped Ji Xing and Han Ding.

Han Ding absolutely believed in Song Yiyan and stood at the door obediently, but he was a little curious about what was going on inside.

The moment the door opened, he could smell the strong smell of blood, which was both fishy and smelly.

Ji Xing would not listen to Song Yiyan. As soon as she entered, he followed her. The moment he saw the scene inside the house clearly, his eyes suddenly turned cold. He stepped forward, grabbed her waist, covered her eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Don't look."

Song Yiyan suddenly felt a warm current in her heart, and her voice softened a little: "It's okay, I'm used to it."

She had excellent eyesight, especially night vision, and had seen everything over there, but his actions still warmed her up.

Ji Xing looked at the extremely bloody and cruel scene opposite, his narrow eyes were full of vigilance and coldness.

Blood, blood everywhere, fresh blood on the walls, doors, and the ground, like traces left by someone dragging.

On the ground, the woman who had framed him that afternoon was lying in a pool of blood, her body extremely twisted, and it was unclear whether she was dead or alive.

Opposite the living room was a bedroom, and at the door of the bedroom, a very beautiful woman was banging her head against the door, again and again.