Meng Shen bet on Han Yun and didn't give him the slightest chance to attack. [Full text reading. 】

The living room is tense, and the rain is pouring outside the window.

The heavy rain outside was still "booming", and the whole atmosphere was extremely delicate.

"How much is your pride worth in the face of prison?" Han Yun sneered, "When you go to jail, I tell you, but there will be no room for maneuver, and when the time comes, your group will go bankrupt and your house will be confiscated."

"Han Yun, will I go to jail first, or will you not see the sun tomorrow first, huh?" Josnian looked down at the middle-aged man on the ground.

"Even if I don't see the sun tomorrow, you'll still have to go to jail." He looked like a fish was dead.

Smuggling, but it's a felony.

He has all the evidence in his hands.

Meng Shen stepped on Han Yun's shoulder with his leather shoes and didn't let him move.

"Han Yun, think about it clearly, I have only been in prison for ten years, and your life will be gone if it is gone." Qiao Sinian said lightly, "Give me the evidence in your hand." ”

"Speaking of which, do you think I'll give it to you?"

Han Yun didn't believe that Josnian didn't care.

Ten years is how precious it is for a person.

Not to mention someone like Josnian.

He didn't believe Joss didn't care.

The two were at a stalemate, and the atmosphere was cold and tense.

When there is silence, you can hear the sound of pouring rain outside.

While they were at a stalemate, the court's car stopped at the gate of the courtyard.

This is not the first time that the court has come over, and in the first instance, nothing was tried, and now the second trial is imminent.

As long as the evidence of Han Yun is released, Qiao Sinian and Qiao's will be in a catastrophe.

Meng Shen let go of Han Yun.

Soon, Han Yun held on to the ground, stood up from the ground, and hid at the door.

More than a dozen people swarmed in, black leather shoes on the ground.

The rain was still falling outside, and the staff lined up and stood under the eaves.

"Mr. Qiao, come with us and be investigated." One of them walked to the door of the living room.

Han Yun wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and looked at Qiao Sinian with gloomy eyes.

Josnian didn't say anything and followed them into the rain.

Just as his tall body stood on the steps, he didn't turn his head, and said lightly: "Meng Shen, I will explain your affairs, remember." ”

With that, he stepped on the rain and walked out.

Jos's slender figure faded into the rain.

In turn, it is no longer visible.

Several cars came and went in a hurry, and soon disappeared from sight.

As soon as Qiao Sinian left, Han Yun also hurriedly got back to his Land Rover, and scolded a few words along the way, very unwilling.

Meng Shen narrowed his eyes and looked fixedly ahead.

Qiao's house, which had just suddenly become lively, was instantly quiet again.

The cars at the door are gone, and so is Josnian.

In the huge Qiao Mansion, only Meng Shen was left standing alone in the cold wind.

The wind blew, blowing his coat and hunting.

Silence, destruction.

When I looked up, there was nothing.

Meng Shen knew how serious this matter was, and similarly, Qiao Sinian also knew.

Ever since Han Yun came up with evidence to threaten them last year, he knew that there would be such a day.

Meng Shen lit a cigarette.

A frown furrowed.

Marriage is indeed a tool that can be used by wealthy families, but he knows Josnian too well.

Joss was not mean enough.

Meng Shen took a puff of his cigarette, and the smoke was swirling, obscuring his vision.

As far as the eye can see, there are mountains and rivers, but there is no one.

It's been a long time and it's been lonely.

(For some reasons, the identity of Han Yun in the previous article has been modified, and it has been changed to the company's boss Wang Zhou Zhi remembers to vote for the monthly ticket)