Ah, whose main god was eaten alive by cannon fodder?

Of course, An Keshu only told the doorman, just to say hello.

There is no other meaning.

There was no intention of waiting for them to inform me of the results.

As soon as she finished speaking, Song Qiming pushed the doormen aside one by one.

The two doormen who were guarding the door successfully fainted.

When the other members of the Song family saw that something was wrong, they quickly grabbed whatever they could and went over to provide support.

This scene seems familiar, but the two masked men back then were messengers from the Security Bureau. What are these people today?

They are the remnants of the Song family who escaped.

Not to mention that they are now beating up those troublemakers at the door.

Even if they were really beaten to death, the master would only reward them when he returned.

All the mysterious masters who saw the scene in front of the door rushed forward with all their might.

However, the scene from five years ago reappeared.

But this time it was Song Qiming who took action.

"Zhiyi, from now on, let Song Qiming do hard work like this, so he won't have to bother you with his endless energy all day long."

The five minutes of leaving just now are still an indelible pain for An Keshu.

She understands, she understands everything.

All men are such bastards.

The weaker he is in a certain area, the more he wants to prove that he is not weak in that area.

Even if they are really weak, they will never admit it and have to make trouble for others to satisfy their hypocritical heart.

She wouldn't tolerate such a person even if he were her son.

Even though he thought he had a thick skin like a city wall, Jiang Zhiyi blushed when he heard the hidden topic in An Keshu's letter.

"Okay!" Jiang Zhiyi replied readily, and his hand inadvertently supported his waist which was still a little sore.

It’s better not to explain this kind of thing.

Just enjoy your own happiness secretly, there is no need to make it known to everyone.

Song Qiming walked in front and fought all the way.

Everyone in the Song family fell to the ground.

Jiang Zhiyi and An Keshu followed behind leisurely as if they were strolling in the back garden.

They fought all the way to the main hall where the Song family discussed important matters.

The butler hid under the table and dared not come out.

I pray in my heart that the master will come back soon.

As for Song Ze, he just went to see him.

There's no hope anymore.

Song Ze was fighting with the two brothers.

The battle was probably intense right now. When he went over there just now, two people were fighting over Jiang Nian.

Now I don’t know who got it.

The butler looked at the three people getting closer and closer to him from under the table, his thoughts drifting away.

The scene just now really hit him hard.

I have been a butler for half my life, but I have never seen such explosive gossip about Mr. Song. I didn’t expect to see it about the young master.

"Hey! Come out."

The butler was stunned for a moment, and Song Qiming was already bending over and staring at him.

Helplessly, the butler could only crawl out from under the table trembling.

"Where are Song Wenlong and Song Ze?" Song Qiming asked.

The butler shook his head.

Snapped!

Song Qiming slapped the table where the butler had been hiding just now.

The table was torn apart.

"Master, he hasn't come back yet. Master, Master, he, he..." The housekeeper stammered, closing his eyes and gritting his teeth, "He hasn't come back either."

"Not back?" Song Qiming asked.

The butler lowered his head and nodded.

"Just now when we were wandering outside the door, we saw Song Ze coming back, but we didn't see him go out.

He is not at home now, how can he fly?"

Song Qiming emphasized his tone.

The housekeeper was so frightened that he took the initiative to lead the way: "Follow, follow me!"

When they reached the gate of Jiang Nian's courtyard, the housekeeper pointed inside and said, "The young master is inside. Please go over."

He didn't dare go over there.

It doesn’t matter whether Song Qiming wins or Song Ze wins.

He can't get any good results.

Now I can only be a fence-sitter and wait for the master to come back to decide which side I will be on.

An Keshu and Jiang Zhiyi were talking and laughing as they prepared to enter the yard.

This little guy Song Ze must not be let go.

This guy was still young back then, but he was extremely vicious.

On the day Ming'er was born, she was so tired that she fell asleep.

Ting Jing was also called out.

The little thing wanted to strangle her Ming'er silently.

If she hadn't woken up in time, Ming'er would have died.

When the evil deeds were discovered, the little thing showed no fear but instead said viciously that he would die sooner or later.

Sure enough, Ting Jing came back with a very bad look on his face and started discussing with her about leaving the Song family.

"Mom, Xiao Ming and I will go, you wait here." Jiang Zhiyi stopped An Keshu in time.

The scenes inside are eye-catching without even thinking about it.

It is estimated that it will subvert An Keshu's understanding of beautiful love.

"No, I'll go in by myself. You and mom can just wait outside." Song Qiming interrupted Jiang Zhiyi's idea of ​​going in in time.

Just now on the roof, when the door downstairs closed, he saw the ferocious expressions of Jiang Zhizhou and Song Ze.

There is no need to imagine that the scene inside the house will not be very beautiful.

A mother’s eyes cannot be polluted, and a wise woman’s eyes cannot be polluted even more.

Besides, what's so good about other men?

Before An Keshu could slap him on the back of the head, Song Qiming quickly saved himself:

"I tied the guy up and brought him out. Who knows if that guy is taking a shirtless lunch break?"

An Keshu's hand stopped in mid-air.

Yes, it’s noon.

It’s not certain what will happen if I really take a lunch break.

Some people just like to take off all their clothes for lunch break.

The butler wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Don’t say you guessed it right - he’s not shirtless, he’s completely naked.

"Okay, go ahead. Be careful." Jiang Zhiyi instructed. He was saying this to An Keshu.

Naturally, there was no danger in the house. Through 5836, he had already seen the scene in the house in advance: it was in the shape of a state.

The butler tried his best to reduce his presence, but he didn't expect Song Qiming to still carry him.

"Open the door!" Song Qiming ordered the butler to the door.

Butler: “I can’t open it.”

He can't open this door.

Otherwise, this matter will never end with him.

You can't open it even if you die.

Song Qiming sneered and kicked the door open.

He carried the butler in and closed the door again.

"Record a video and send it to Song Wenlong. Let him see what his good son is doing..."

Song Qiming pointed at the three people who were so engrossed in their thoughts and asked the housekeeper to take a photo.

The butler shook his head.

If he dares to do that, the master will kill him when he comes back.

Song Qiming: Huh? I'll kill you now!

The housekeeper took out her cell phone and started recording the video while shaking.

The video was not clear because of hand shaking.

But you can still distinguish the specific actions and appearance of the people inside.

After the housekeeper sent the video, Song Qiming walked up and pulled Song Ze, who was at the back, out of the battlefield with disgust.

He pulled up the bed sheet next to him and wrapped him up.

He then instructed the housekeeper to record a video of the remaining two people: "Continue recording, and send it to Jiang Huaibo after you're done."

This time the housekeeper was much more proactive.

The recording is also super clear.

Don't miss any details.

After the housekeeper finished sending the message, Song Qiming kicked the unconscious Song Ze out of the room.

He turned around and kindly helped the two people in the room close the door.