"Wife, we're back home."

After laughing for a while, Chu Lingyun put Xia Weilan into the car.

Maybe she was drunk, maybe she was used to Chu Lingyun's name to her, and Xia Weilan didn't say much about the words "wife".

This made Chu Lingyun very excited.

As soon as he stepped on the accelerator under his feet, he drove out of the garage at a speed.

On the way, Xia Weilan took the initiative to mention how Liang Jingtao met her and what he wanted most, all of which were all out.

Chu Lingyun just listened to her with a smile on her face, her eyes calm as water.

By the time they returned to the Xia family, Xia Weilan had already fallen asleep.

Seeing her like a sleeping beauty, Chu Lingyun carried her into the house lovingly.

And at this moment, Yang Shuo was kneeling in the middle of the yard in a large courtyard in the suburbs of Donghai.

The lights in the yard are dim and hazy, and they look a little gloomy.

"Master, uncle, you two must make the decision for me!" Yang Shuo lowered his head with a sad and angry look on his face, crying.

When Chu Lingyun made a big fuss in the Han family last time, he was injured, but after being beaten away with one move, his cultivation level was completely destroyed.

Fortunately, when the Han family was about to attack Chu Lingyun last time, he was not here, otherwise, the outcome would be even worse.

After a while, an old man with crane hair in a black long gown slowly appeared in front of him.

There was also an old man about the same age as the old man in a blue long gown standing next to the crane-haired old man.

Both of them had wrinkles on their faces, and their age spots were covered with their cheeks, looking old and trembling.

It seemed like a gust of wind could blow them down.

But the eyes of the two were particularly sharp, not like the elderly.

But they just stood so casually, like a mountain, majestic and huge, giving people an indescribable pressure.

They are none other than Yang Shuo’s master and uncle. They have the famous god Feng Sect and the Shuangsha of the Divine Wind, Lian Chengyun and Li Zhexin.

The Shenfeng Sect is said to be a sect, but in fact, it has gradually declined to this day, with only a few people.

Apart from Lian Chengyun, Li Zhexin and the dead Feng Tiancheng, the only remaining disciple Yang Shuo is the only remaining disciple.

"Xiao Shuozi, do you know your mistake?"

The old man Lian Chengyun asked in a low voice. Although his voice was very light, it seemed like a bell in Yang Shuo's ears.

Bang bang bang...

Yang Shuo kowtowed three times without any hesitation.

Just three times, when I raised my head again, my forehead had broken and blood remained with his cheeks.

"Master, my disciple knows that he is wrong. I shouldn't have asked Uncle Master to take action privately, causing him to lose his life. Please forgive me." Yang Shuo said respectfully.

Lian Chengyun glared at him fiercely and snorted coldly: "Hmph! You still know your fault, you evil beast."

Then, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and with one hand, Yang Shuo suddenly felt a muffled groan, and was lifted away a few meters away like a rolling gourd.

"Hey, senior brother, calm down. Actually, this cannot be blamed entirely on Xiaoshuozi." Li Zhexin said quickly, "To be honest, this is also the blame for the young master who is too arrogant and too conceited. He didn't even understand the enemy clearly and took action rashly. He was really careless and careless."

While speaking, Li Zhexin, who was sighing, had already come to Yang Shuo's side and pulled him up.

"Thank you, uncle, thank you." Yang Shuo grinned, coughed twice, and said gratefully.

Li Zhexin smiled softly, turned around and said to Lian Chengyun: "Senior Brother, why not let's go in and talk about it!"

Lian Chengyun glared at Yang Shuo fiercely, turned around without saying a word and walked in.

"Let's go, Xiao Shuozi." Li Zhexin shook his head with a wry smile, turned his head and waved gently to Yang Shuo, and then followed Lian Chengyun's footsteps.

...

The next day, in the Han Family Manor.

"What? Weilan Group sniped our industry, and Liang Chaoqun actually unilaterally tore up the contract?" Han Ruoyun stood up directly from the sofa.

At this moment, her face looked very ugly, and her towering breasts under the cheongsam kept undulating, and there was no such enchanting and sexy as usual.

"What the hell is going on? Why did Weilan Group turn against us overnight? Have you found out?"

After a little breath, Han Ruoyun finally calmed down and asked with a frown.

"Sister Ruoyun, I checked it, but unfortunately I didn't find any reason." Han Hu's face was also extremely ugly, and he shook his head angrily.

He obviously did not expect that Han Ruoyun finally managed to control the family successfully. Just when he was about to show his strength, he faced the almost crazy suppression of Weilan Group.

The places controlled by the family were swept one after another, and the company's debtors kept collecting debts.

That's fine. The original partner also unilaterally tore up the contract and would rather lose money.

The bank even refused to pay the loan, and kept urging the repayment of the loan.

This is just a rhythm that wants to kill them!

Although their Han family is extremely powerful and financially in the East China Sea, they do not have much resistance when facing the Weilan Group.

What's more, when the new and old heads of the family exchanged, the Han family is now vulnerable.

"How is this possible? It's definitely not... The Han family has always been more happy to cooperate with Weilan Group. Liang Chaoqun came last time, but why did he suddenly change his face?"

Han Ruoyun shook slightly, sat dejectedly on the boss's chair, muttering to herself in dismay.

"Does...they want to take the opportunity to devour our Han family?" Han Hu asked with a serious face.

Han Ruoyun shook her head gently: "This possibility is very small. Weilan Group has never entered the gray industry. Our Han family seems to have a very strong position in the East China Sea, but I'm afraid it won't even catch their eyes."

"Sister Ruoyun, what's going on?" Han Hu felt that this was quite reasonable when he heard this, but he couldn't think of what was the reason that made Weilan Group suppress the Han family so desperately.

He frowned and said with a worried look on his face: "If this continues, our entire Han family's industry will be collapsed in three days."

"At that time, the former enemies will definitely come to the door. If we really reach that critical moment, our foundation will not be saved even if the gods descend to earth."

Han Ruoyun's eyes sank: "I know! Weilan Group is really bullying people."

Speaking of this, she suddenly slapped the coffee table in front of her.

Bang!

The coffee table was photographed in pieces, but her delicate hand was unharmed.

Han Hu seemed to ignore it, looking like he was used to it.
Chapter completed!