Egret is not as fat as mandarin fish

Also with the so-called magnanimity he possessed, He Kunlin sat by Jiang Nan's bed for a long time, but he didn't touch any other personal items, including Jiang Nan's conspicuously placed one on the table. this diary.

"Who are you?" A short but strong man stumbled in, his whole face was flushed red from the stimulation of alcohol, and he was about to smash He Kunlin on the head with a liquor bottle in his hand.

He also became an asshole after drinking. Jiang Jiming didn't recognize anyone except his few friends who were good at drinking and drinking.If someone provokes him, he will inevitably be injured by his drunken madness, and it is just a trivial matter for him to smash the wine bottle.

Jiang Jiming didn't see who He Kunlin was, and looked at him with his eyes blindfolded. He only saw a young man sitting on the bed of the eldest son he had always hated. The cold and cruel aura made his heart tremble.

Seriously, he threw a water bottle at the blurry figure, Jiang Jiming planned to overwhelm this person in terms of momentum.

"Go away." He stretched out his arm to block the wine bottle that hit his face. He Kunlin was already suppressed in anger, but there was someone who didn't want to look for him.

Numb pain came from his arm, and He Kunlin felt that the discomfort in his heart had also eased a lot.

The transparent glass bottle was stopped more strongly by a reaction force, and it smashed towards the opposite direction of its original trajectory at a faster speed, and mercilessly hit the ankle of the person who started to throw away the bottle, shattering it all over the ground glass shards.

It hurts to hit people at that angle, and the remaining power on the wine bottle was not fully exerted, and it collided with the ground and ejected all the sharp glass fragments everywhere. Naturally, a lot of them splashed on Jiang Jiming's calf, and cut a line A mouth.

"You, it hurts labor and capital to death, you little old man, are you going to die?" A drunk man usually speaks violently, at least a few foul and dirty words are indispensable, "You are Jiang Nan's bastard again! my people?"

With the addition of the word "you", this is not the first time Jiang Jiming has been scolded.Regardless of whether it was the eighth aunt or the sixth aunt, they all said with regret that Jiang Jiming had ruined a good seedling.

Everyone in Jiangjia Village knew that Jiang Nan's biological father was a top-notch man, and he was meticulous and perfect in his work.

And Jiang Huai's son is also good himself, he has studied well since he was a child, and even now he has passed the exam in Kyoto.But now, this child is being sold by his stepfather to be his son-in-law.

Wen Quan also pointed to Jiang Jiming's nose and scolded once after knowing about it.It's okay to be talked about by his own family, but this hairy boy is an outsider, what qualifications does he have to say, "Oh, I won't let Jiang Nan be good if you scold me."

Mumbling, Jiang Jiming still remembered that this was in his eldest son's room.Unbearably painful from the wound on his leg, Jiang Jiming swears again, and stretches out his hand to cover his wound.

"Try to say something again." He Kunlin frowned when Jiang Jiming scolded him earlier, but he didn't intend to teach this man a lesson, and this man stepped on his back again.

"I said what's the matter, Jiang Nan's kid is at best a bastard born by Jiang Qin and other men, a dragging oil bottle..." Wine can strengthen people's courage, not to mention that Jiang Jiming doesn't know who He Kunlin is. The words come without hesitation.

But how could He Kunlin let him continue talking, stood up and raised his foot, and kicked Jiang Jiming's face fiercely. He Kunlin kicked people smoothly, "Just say another word and see."

"Heh, you think you can make me cancel my engagement with that person by threatening me like this?" Sitting down on Jiang Nan's bed, Jiang Jiming didn't care if his big butt was clean, anyway, his feet were bleeding and painful sharp.

"What did you say?" He Kunlin listened to Jiang Jiming's words, his eyes were filled with coldness, it seemed as if he could pierce a person's heart with just one glance.With a blue tendon popping up on his forehead, He Kunlin stared at the man who limped past him and walked to the bedside, and reached out to pick up his collar.

"You, what are you doing?" Startled by He Kunlin's approaching face suddenly, Jiang Jiming couldn't help but stuttered, shaking his head and neck, trying to get rid of the hand that was stuck on his throat. "It's against the law for you to do this..."

His throat was stuck, he couldn't breathe, and he couldn't speak hoarsely. It took Jiang Jiming a long time to hold back a word, and it was even more difficult to breathe.Feeling stars popping out of his eyes, and his hands and feet tending to twitch, Jiang Jiming wondered if he should give in.

Impossible, if you want to bow your head to the man Jiang Nan is looking for, it is tantamount to breaking your leg bones.Jiang Jiming's masculinity told him that he would never do such a thing.

"Really, then you may not know that in the underground world of country Z, I am the law." Because Jiang Jiming is Jiang Nan's stepfather, He Kunlin "takes care" of him and answers his questions. There are many more people besides Nan, "Which family have you booked for Jiang Nan?"

"You..." Jiang Jiming thumped his hands and feet, his ears were ringing, and he couldn't hear He Kunlin's last words clearly.Thinking that Jiang Jiming was deliberately hiding it to keep him from knowing, the strength in He Kunlin's hand suddenly increased, and he lifted Jiang Jiming like a duck in an instant.

"Let go...hand, let go..." He fell into a coma without being able to finish a sentence. The man was pinched into a coma and gave up struggling.No matter what, his wine is definitely sober.

"Wow——" He Kunlin brought a basin of water from the house, and poured it over Jiang Jiming's head.

In the cold autumn season, this water is poured on the body, but it does not directly wake people up.

He also knew that Jiang Jiming was pretending to be in a coma, and He Kunlin still couldn't let go of his hatred after pouring the water. He stepped on his finely crafted Italian leather shoes and crushed them hard on the back of his hand.

"Cough cough." Choking cold water into his nasal cavity, Jiang Jiming couldn't hold back the irritation and pain in his nose, so he sat up quickly and began to blow his nose.Because his mouth was slightly open when lying flat on the ground, Jiang Jiming also drank a lot of water.

How can unboiled water in the countryside be clean? Even Jiang Jiming himself dislikes the sour smell in the water.

"Cough...cough cough, cough." There was a lot of broken glass under his buttocks, Jiang Jiming's butt hurt, and he couldn't please him, "What are you going to do with Jiang Nan's rabbit...Jiang No matter how good Nan's relationship is, there's no need to kill someone for him."

With some grievances in his words, Jiang Jiming tried to use a soft policy so that this lunatic boy would no longer vent his anger on him.