After seeing Kan Lingling off, she sat down and absent-mindedly flipped through the documents on the table. Even Zhao Jianhui herself didn't know what she was suddenly annoyed.

The cell phone on the table rang out loudly. I picked it up and saw that it was a strange number I had never seen before.

When I pressed the answer button, a long sigh came from inside. Then, Yang Xueying's voice came: "Thank you. I know, you must think I didn't do anything good. In fact, it was my sister-in-law who was kneeling down and begging me. It's really not easy for her to take care of her children in the past two years. I gave her two million, which is to give my nephew's education fee in advance. I told her that if she would be willing to be with my brother in the future, she would make her own decisions, and no one forced her. After giving you the things, I can't stay in Pengzhou City anymore. I just don't want the whole family to be separated. My mother is sixty years old. You can't be alone with her, right? My grandson is the flesh of her heart... Okay, it's about to get off work. Come to the "Shiyou Style" and I'll wait for you here."

There was no time to give Zhao Jianhui to refuse, and he hung up the phone with a thud.

I knew it was this woman who was the one who was doing it, and I knew that this woman would not be so willing to give up. However, this time the method she adopted was very gentle, and she completely captured Kan Lingling with sugar-coated shells. Thinking about the lonely life of a woman without a job and taking care of her children, Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but sigh inwardly that Yang Xueying had truly figured out her pulse.

She knew that even if she was not satisfied with this method, she would not say anything. As long as she stopped staring at the case, the verdict in three days could be imagined with her butt. Haha, the Public Security Bureau has been busy for so long, but in the end it was like this.

Alas, I hope Kan Lingling can be really happy in the future. There are many helplessness in reality, so Zhao Jianhui has to use this crappy excuse to comfort himself.

The West Journey Style is an authentic Western restaurant, an old Gothic house from the 1930s. It is said that it was the headquarters of some British government agencies. The vicissitudes of the outside look very inconspicuous, but the interior is decorated very luxuriously with a strong exotic atmosphere.

With a "ding" sound, the wine glasses clinked, and the shape and color of the cup were very beautiful. The wine in the cup was an authentic Bordeaux-style cellar. It is said that it has been sold on the market for $3.99 per bottle.

The steak on the plate is a high-quality Matsusaka snow beef imported from Japan. It looks good in color, fragrance and taste, which is very attractive.

Under the candlelight, the two people sitting opposite each other across a long table have a complicated heart. The romantic atmosphere does not seem to fully integrate the gap between the two. The longer the table is, the distance between the two people's hearts may be as far away.

"I'm sorry, I really don't know that today is your birthday. If I knew, at least one rose would be given." Zhao Jianhui's language sounds very dry.

"Well, I'm very satisfied if you can come. I've spent a lot of birthdays alone. Since my father's death, my mother hasn't celebrated my birthday again." Yang Xueying put up a small piece of steak and gracefully held the fork to deliver it to her mouth.

At this moment, Zhao Jianhui's eyes felt a little confused. Suddenly, he had an illusion that it seemed that the woman around him was not as annoying as he imagined.

Yang Xueying looked at him charmingly, and suddenly smiled: "Hehe... don't be so deep, okay? I've prepared the things for you. After dinner, you can pick them up. When will I need to report to the Discipline Inspection Commission, please say hello in advance? Although I don't know if my choice is right, I feel so relaxed..."

It may also be that she really let go. After dinner, Yang Xueying, who had drunk a bottle of wine, was a little dizzy. However, it was impossible for Zhao Jianhui to go in and out with her in this place. Although she already felt a little bit of jealousy in her heart, she should still avoid things that should be avoided.

Zhao Jianhui came out and got in the car first. After driving the car into the dark shadow at the corner of the building, Yang Xueying staggered out of the Western restaurant and slowly walked towards her own car.

At this moment, three men got out of a car parked next to his car. The leader said with a smile: "Manager Yang, please take a step slowly..."

"Ah...you...what do you want to do..." Looking at the three men standing in front of her, Yang Xueying stopped shaking her body and her steps no longer floated. The small bag on her arm hit the man in front as a half brick. But she herself took advantage of the man dodging and turned around and ran into the restaurant.

However, her little feet in high heels couldn't run fast at all, and she didn't even have a minute. Her long flowing hair was already caught from behind. Yang Xueying's body staggered, and she knelt on the ground with a chubby voice. Her body was pulled by the man behind and pulled her hair backwards.

"Help...wuwu..." Yang Xueying had just shouted "Help" and her mouth was blocked by someone. Her strong arm wrapped around her neck and dragged her towards the car just now.

"Let her go." Just as he was about to walk back, a tall figure appeared in front of the three men in the nightmare. The man's voice was not very loud, but the chill in his tone made the three men get goose bumps at the same time.

"Go away, don't die, don't meddle in other people's business." The man standing on the far right looked at the man opposite, and also deliberately said coldly in the voice of the other party just now. Unfortunately, his momentum was not comparable to that of the person just now.

"Hmph, I don't want to die, but I also want to meddle in other people's business. What do you think of?" The man said, and he had already punched the guy holding Yang Xueying's neck.

Isn't this person really trying to suffocate Yang Xueying to death? I don't know how much force he used on his arm. Yang Xueying was sobbing in her mouth, and her legs kept kicking on the ground, just like a chick who was stabbed in her neck.

Seeing the opponent's punch, the man instinctively raised his arm to block it, but he didn't know that the opponent's seemingly ordinary punch was as powerful as a shocking force. He felt like a heavy hammer and thunder struck on his left arm, and he involuntarily let go of his right arm that was sandwiched against Yang Xueying's neck.

"Zhao...hui, go quickly, these people are all..." Seeing this, Yang Xueying was not scared yet. She began to want to call Secretary Zhao. She felt something was wrong and wanted to change her name. Maybe she felt it was still wrong, so she called Zhao Jianhui's name Zhao...hui. However, before she finished speaking, the man who had just let go of her neck stepped on her: "Stupid bitch, do you actually dare to sting inside and out?"

Zhao Jianhui didn't understand what this person said, but Yang Xueying would definitely be hurt if he kicked. Therefore, Zhao Jianhui didn't care about the two people around him who were at the same time, but rushed forward, reached out and grabbed the arm of the man in the middle, wrapped his wrist and threw it away six meters away. At this time, the two feet and fists were barely attacking each other.

Zhao Jianhui shook his abdomen and tightened his waist, took a slant half step, barely dodged the kick of the opponent. When he raised his hand, his fist had already met the fist that the opponent had hit. He heard a crackling sound of bones. The two of them took two steps back, and both looked at the other party and were slightly stunned. It seemed that neither of them expected that the other party had such a hard fist.

"Haha, not bad, come again." Zhao Jianhui turned up, rounded his fist and slammed his fist at the man who was still staring at his fist.

In fact, the other party was ready just now, while Zhao Jianhui responded in a hurry with one-on-three, but as for the punch just now, the upper and lower levels were actually divided. But this was obviously not a competition, but a life-and-death struggle. Therefore, if you get a high score, you have to continue the battle.

Seeing Zhao Jianhui attacking his companions again, the two people with him seemed to understand that this big man was not astonishing as he looked, but he was really a strong enemy. If he didn't settle him, it would be impossible to capture Yang Xueying back.

So, the remaining two men looked at each other and whispered to join the battle.

After experiencing the initial fright, Yang Xueying is now becoming more and more awake. Seeing that Zhao Jianhui is still not inferior to the other side of the three, she felt a little relieved. When she heard that he had used his power to deal with dozens of Dong Lixiang in the fruit market, she realized that this man who made her feel so scared that he was willing to sacrifice himself automatically was indeed not an ordinary idle person.

While thinking, Yang Xueying quietly sat on the ground and retreated backwards, wanting to see the danger farther away. In that case, it would be best to run into the car and leave here, so that even if Zhao Jianhui couldn't resist the other party in the end, he could run away.

Not only will he not be able to help him here, but he will implicate him and cannot avoid it. Yang Xueying knows very well what these three people do.

Zhao Jianhui was also very curious about the three men who fought with him. It can be said that if these three people had not met him, they could be said to be first-class experts. They looked better than Sun Liyun by relying on their skills in fists and feet. This means meeting a super strong man like him. Otherwise, even if Tu Xiong was replaced here, he would have been defeated by the other three long ago.

While fighting, Zhao Jianhui thought to himself: What are these three people doing? Why do they want to capture Yang Xueying?

Zhao Jianhui punched out, and the man opposite took three steps back. From the collision of fists and feet just now, these three people had already experienced the power of the other party's big man. It was a bit exaggerated and described to say that the fist was an iron fist, but it would be absolutely unpleasant to hit it on the body.
Chapter completed!