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Marriage is natural: the president's husband is too presumptuous! - Chapter 159
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Hang Yichen closed his books and walked upstairs.
Ink night wind room, face natural handsome man, silently lying on the bed. Picturesque eyebrow eyes, gently pursed lips, even the sound of breathing is very shallow.
So weak, let a person can’t help but feel pity.
Hang Yichen frowned slightly. He closed the door and looked at the man in bed.
Steps, step by step heavier than step by step. Breathing, also deeper than a little.
In my mind, countless pictures collapsed.
The scene of frolicking when I was a child, his memory when the night wind took care of him, and the scenes of crazy, crying, laughing and mischief with the cold night of ink and the young children.
There was a slight glimmer of hesitation in his eyes.
However, when my father and mother collapsed again in my mind, I felt sad after my predecessors. After years of support, the Hangzhou family has gradually moved towards the scene of a brilliant pyramid.
He gritted his teeth! Once again, I warn myself that all friendship in this world is fake. Only when you are strong can you stand on your feet. And those once emotional ties, what is it?
Hang Yichen stood by the bed, his eyebrow and eyes suddenly became gloomy.
“Eldest brother, I’m sorry. On the yellow road, please don’t blame me. If you want to blame, blame this secular greed and desire. If there is an afterlife, we will continue to be brothers.”
He slowly held out his hand and grabbed the oxygen cylinder. As long as he pulled it gently, the life of the ink night wind ended at this moment.
A dull sound, he still stripped off the oxygen tank.
He took out a syringe from his pocket and filled it with some transparent liquid. He took the ink night wind’s arm out of the sheet and pushed the needle head down.
Just a few millimeters away from the skin of the ink night wind arm, suddenly, a cold light swept from a distance. Hang Yichen was severely scratched by a dagger in his hand holding a syringe without any foreknowledge.
“Ah–”
He gave a cry of pain, immediately realized that the situation was not good, and took several steps back.
At the same time, dozens of figures suddenly poured out of other rooms in the room, each ready to go and well equipped.
Hang Yichen stupefied, looked up and saw Ji Chuyang coming out from opposite him. He knew clearly that that direction was where the dagger came.
“Is that you?” Hang Yichen was shocked.
Ji Chuyang sneered, “it was you! It’s really dirty my weapon.”
The gate was pushed open, and this time the person who came in turned out to be cold at night.
Hang Yichen’s face suddenly changed, “You… you are not in the old Mohist house, you… you…”
Ji Chuyang cold hum, ink night cold blazing with anger, staring at him coldly.
“You join forces to calculate me!” Hang Yichen shouted.
“Control him.” At Ji Chuyang’s command, the bodyguard soon subdued Hang Yichen. He condensed his eyebrow eyes and looked at him, “we calculate you? Then excuse me, what are you doing now? Hmm? Who is calculating who is stripping the oxygen tube, injecting poison and murdering the eldest brother’s life.”
At that time, the Mohist doctor stepped forward, inserted the oxygen tank again, and carefully checked it before stepping down.
Hang Yichen’s face was as gray as soil.
But he still stiffened his neck and said, “so what? The winner is king and the loser is kou. Whatever you say.”
Ji Chuyang’s face was slightly regretful and shook his head repeatedly.
“The night is cold, give him to me, and I will let him tell us the reliable news.”
I don’t know because I’m afraid of this sentence, but because I know Ji Chuyang’s character and his means, Hang Yichen almost didn’t stand firm for a moment.
He turned his head and said to Mo Yehan, “Anyway, we were brothers. Simply put, just give me a good time.”
He seems really afraid of Ji Chuyang.
“Brother?” The ink night is cold and the thin lips are light, and the ink-dyed eyes are low and full of sarcasm. “As a brother, why would you attack him?”
Ji Chuyang was a little impatient and shouted, “What’s the trouble with him? It’s too cheap for him to shoot at one shot. People will take him away and I will naturally have a way to make him speak.”
Hang Yichen was afraid, “no, ink night cold, you can’t do this. We have been brothers for decades… you can’t be so heartless…”
Mo Yehan said angrily, “Brother, you have been a spy for so long? Is it the brother who still attacked my eldest brother? Hang Yichen, what is your so-called concept of brother? Can you lose your life in order to pave the way for your interests?”
“So, you won’t let me go?” Hang Yichen’s face became ferocious and terrible. He gasped for breath. Suddenly he broke away from the people who controlled him and quickly pulled out a pistol from his pocket.
However, before his muzzle was lifted, the gunfire had already rang.
“Ah-” Hang Yichen was shot in the arm with the gun.
He covered his bleeding arm and lay on the ground shouting.
Ji Chuyang folded up his pistol and nodded to Mo Yehan, saying, “The small pistol you gave me is quite powerful.”
The ink night cold did not speak, but walked towards the ink night wind, observed his face, and made sure he was safe and sound before he was relieved.
Hang Yichen still grinned in pain on the ground, his clothes were dyed with blood, and a little scarlet fell on the carpet.
“Tidy up this place.” Mo Yehan ordered, then facing Ji Chuyang, he said, “You take the people away and I’ll go to Hangzhou’s house.”
Ji Chuyang nodded and suddenly remembered something and said, “You are the only one to go?”
“I’ll take some hands, just in case.” In fact, now Hang Yichen is in their hands, it doesn’t matter if he goes alone. The Hangzhou family is such a unique treasure that they can not even have their own flesh and blood.
However, he promised a person that he must go back safe and sound. In order to prevent her from feeling sad, Mo Yehan specially strengthened her awareness of self-protection.
“All right, then.” Ji Chuyang nodded and looked down at the man whose eyes were in pain on the ground. His face showed a bloodthirsty smile and he ordered, “Tie up the man and put him on the bus.”
Hang Yichen struggled painfully. After being set up by the bodyguard, although his face was pale with blood loss, he was still fierce and disobedient. He gnashed his teeth and said to Ji Chuyang, “Anyway, I am also the master of the Hangzhou family. What can you do for me? Yes, I wanted to hurt my eldest brother, but I didn’t succeed either. Ha ha… with my relationship with aunt Guan, you can’t move me!”
Ji Chuyang hooked his lips, sneered at him, and felt sorry: “Silly hat, you really think you are a master of the Hangzhou family.”
Hang Yichen looked, “What do you mean?”
“The people of the Hangzhou family have long been thinking of treason. In case something is exposed, how can they be willing to let the only blood of the Hangzhou family die?”
“What did you say? You talk nonsense!” Hang Yichen was as violent as thunder.
“Don’t believe it? I will show you the evidence.” Ji Chuyang said, touching his nose and giving him a fatal blow. “I forgot to tell you that the Hangzhou family has more than one real son. The Hangzhou family has two sons and one daughter. Now they all live and settle abroad. No one knows that they are the children of the Hangzhou family. As for you? It’s just cannon fodder!”
Hang Yichen heard this and his face was like ashes. He simply could not accept the fact in front of him. Eyes beads are going to stare out of him, anxious to rush up to tear Ji Chuyang to pieces now.
“Take it away!” Ji Chuyang sank the channel.
“Let me go, let me go… I am the Hangzhou family gentleman. You dare not touch me, ha ha… let me go.” Hang Yichen shouted at the top of his voice. “You are finished, ink night cold to hang home, is to die ha ha…”
When people were taken out, Ji Chuyang sneered, “Did you really think I would leave Mo Yehan alone? You’re a second force!”
The servants downstairs saw people being brought down and taken away.
Although he stopped what he was doing, everyone’s face was calm and collected.
Hangzhai.
The sudden visit of the cold ink night shocked both Hangzhou’s father and mother.
“I have come to visit my parents.” Ink night cold light finish, take long legs, go straight to the inside.
Behind him, Hang and his wife looked at each other. Hang Fu was the one who experienced too much wind and waves and took the lead in calming down. He winked at the door and motioned her to take the opportunity to leave first.
However, before Hangzhou’s mother could understand, she heard the voice of the cold ink night ringing in her ear.
“Mother Hang, don’t go, you can’t get out for the time being.”
The old couple were both one leng, especially Hangzhou’s father, whose eyes were full of ruthless color.