I have to find Mr. Jin in advance

Every time Jin Ru said the same thing, Jin Jiasheng became more horrified. He was spoiled and spoiled, he had never seen blood, and he didn't understand that a person could survive after being beaten like this, so he had nothing to say for a while.

Jin Aowen clenched his hands, and said darkly, "Wei Churan's methods are as ruthless as ever."

"Then what should we do?" Jin Ru asked.

Jin Jiasheng looked up at his son, and Jin Aowen thought for a while, "Cure him and send him back to country Y. The wedding cannot be postponed. Don't let your grandfather know."

Jin Ru lowered her head in disappointment when she heard the words. Seeing that Sam was injured so badly, she calmed down and thought that it would be great if she could use this to postpone the wedding, but everything was a delusion.

"What if the Willie family is held accountable?" Jin Jiasheng raised his opinion.

"That's him looking for death, let them have the ability to find Wei Churan by themselves." After Jin Aowen said coldly, he got up and didn't even go to the main house for breakfast. He also looked forward to whether the Willy family would find trouble with Wei Churan .

Jin Jiasheng did not refute his son's words.

On the other side of the ocean, in the capital of country Z, the sun had just set, and the suburbs were terribly quiet when they entered the darkness. A group of masked people quietly appeared 100 meters away from the gate of the headquarters of Qing Mie Tang.

Juechen, who was walking ahead, opened a box, and hundreds of trackers as big as mosquitoes flew to the distance. After arriving at the destination, he pressed the electric board in his hand, and there was a continuous explosion sound from the mountain behind Qing Mie Tang, killing all the trackers inside. Everyone was taken aback.

Surrounded by all the buildings in the most central villa, a very rich, blond, blue-eyed, delicately made-up, and elegant old woman was shocked when she sat down on the dining chair, frowning and destroying all the elegance, cold Said, "What's going on?"

The butler in a tuxedo walked in quickly, "Boss, there is an attack. The back mountain has been bombed, and there is an exchange of fire at the gate."

The old woman known as the leader's gaze sank, and a cold light flashed across. Although no one knew about her base camp, but how long had it been since no one dared to hit her, she said coldly, "How many people are there?"

"About a hundred people."

The leader said without reading, "A hundred people made such a big commotion."

There were continuous explosions and gunshots as dense as raindrops.

The housekeeper felt a pressure, and a drop of cold sweat slipped from his temples, but he didn't dare to wipe it off, and replied, "The other party's weapons are much more powerful than ours, and they are very lethal."

"Weapon?" The leader clenched his wrinkled hands into fists, his eyes burst into anger, "W League."

"Seventy to eighty percent yes." The butler immediately lowered his head after answering.

The leader seldom gets angry, but every time he gets angry, someone will be unlucky, and he doesn't want that person to be himself.

The expression on the leader's face changed from displeasure to anger, and his fisted hand swung forward, and the food on the table, including plates, wine glasses, and cutlery, fell to the ground.

This W alliance has repeatedly frustrated her, which is very rare. She was fighting secretly before, and now she still dares to come to her door to find trouble. She really dares to be bold. Do you want to give her a blow?
"Go, kill them all."

The butler immediately took the order to go out, but just turned around and a person came in, walked up to the leader, lowered his head, not daring to look at her expression, and said a little timidly, "Boss, everyone has run away."

Sure enough, the leader's expression was like a dark cloud, and there would be a storm at any time, and the air pressure in the restaurant suddenly dropped. The butler tried to suppress his sense of existence, and the second hand turned around like a century.

The leader said gloomyly, "How much did you lose?"

"Five or 60 people were injured and no deaths were reported, but the back mountain secret road was destroyed."

Hearing that the veins in his temples were popping up, the leader gritted his teeth and said, "W League is so good at finding secret passages."

The butler said softly, "Boss, could it be a coincidence that the bomb happened to hit me?"

"I never believe in coincidence." The leader closed his eyes and calmed himself down, "Call the sickle."

In less than 2 minutes, the scythe was brought in and carried in by two people. There were several bloodstains on his pale face, and there was nothing good on his body. The tattered clothes were hanging on his body, and his arms and legs were covered with blood. The opening of the flesh and blood, the wrists of both hands are at a strange angle, limp, and the bones have been broken.

After being thrown on the ground, the sickle's pale face turned even paler, but his eyes were still calm, as unmoving as a dead lake.

Since his return, the sickle has been arrested and tortured. It is because of his good physique and life that he can survive until now.

The leader watched coldly, "Sickle, what kind of person is W?"

Scythe raised his head with difficulty, the movement just now was too loud, even if he was locked in an underground dungeon, he could still hear it, and when he heard such a question again, he immediately thought of who did it.

He said hoarsely, "A person who has a grudge must avenge it."

The leader raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and a sneer bloomed, "This is like me, what else?"

"Boss, what exactly do you want to ask?"

The hand on the side squatted down, raised his hand and slapped him, the sickle was beaten to the ground, and then raised his head, there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, but there was no trace of fear, "Boss, I have said everything I need to say, there is nothing to say .”

"I've said it all. When you came back, you only said that Zhao Susu was arrested by W. You didn't say anything else."

Sickle replied, "Zhao Susu understands her, but I really don't."

The leader's patience ran out, "Take it down until he wants to say it."

Wei Churan woke up and saw a message. After reading it, she put down her phone and went to wash up. Then she went downstairs and asked someone to get a cup of hot milk before going to Xu Zhiling. She stood by the back kitchen door and said, "Ah Ling."

Xu Zhiling turned off the oven, and said while pressing the button, "Jiechen said that there are nearly a hundred people guarding the gate, so they attacked in, but the secret road in the back mountain was blown up, and the effect that Abo made is as good as yours."

The weapon that Juechen used to blow up the mountain behind Qing Mie Tang was sent by Wei Churan to the base.

"Hehe, it's not bad. I'm sure I'm so angry that I'm going to have a heart attack." Wei Churan took a sip of milk in a good mood, "Is there any more?"

"A few people were injured, and the other party injured about five or 60 people."

Wei Churan nodded, "Let those injured take care of themselves, since they are free now, they should be compensated more."

Xu Zhiling replied, "Jechen will take care of it."

After a pause, he asked, "Ajie didn't answer you?"

"No." Wei Churan angrily swallowed the remaining milk, "A Ling, do you think A Jie is mad at me?"

"Wait a minute."

Wei Churan sighed helplessly, "That's the only way. I'm afraid I'll find someone to slip away again."

The weather has been calm for a few days, spring is here, and Beishi is not so cold.

Wei Churan slept until noon as usual, and ate afternoon tea and lunch together. Jin Aochen wanted to take care of it, but every time he was confronted by her pitiful appearance, he couldn't say anything.

After Wei Churan ate the meal made by Jin Aochen, he handed over an invitation card, "Brought by Long Jing."

"What?" Wei Churan didn't answer, but poured a glass of water to drink.

"Grandpa Long's birthday."

Wei Churan put down the cup when she heard the words, reached out to take it, and really said, "What did he say?"

Jin Aochen's deep blue eyes stared at the guilty pretty face, "He said you can go or not, don't have psychological pressure, he just doesn't want you to misunderstand him."

"What did you misunderstand him?" Wei Churan sat down and hugged the pillow, her bright red lips curled slightly.

Jin Aochen was sitting down, stretched out his hand and put him in his arms, "I misunderstood that he used this to force you to recognize him."

"Am I the one who was forced so easily?" Wei Churan leaned on Jin Aochen's heart and closed her eyes, and said softly, "Ah Jin, do you think I should go?"

"It's not whether you want to, but you will go."

Wei Churan really did what Jin Aochen said, she came, and she sighed softly standing in front of the Guanjue Hotel.

Wei Linlin held Wei Churan's hand and tugged, "Mum, it's a birthday, it's not good for you to sigh like this."

Jin Aochen laughed lightly when he heard the words, Wei Churan looked down and saw her daughter's expression that was wrong, she pulled out a smile stiffly, showing her white teeth, "Honey, is this okay?"

"It's okay." Wei Linlin nodded in satisfaction, and changed into a teachable look, "Let's go in quickly."

There must be a lot of good food.

This sentence came to Wei Linlin's mind.

Jin Aochen looked at Wei Churan, "Just come here to celebrate the birthday of an ordinary elder."

"I'll try my best." Wei Churan replied casually. Although she knew that Mr. Long didn't know anything, she was still a little nervous.

The banquet hall was full of people before he even got to the banquet hall. Mr. Long’s birthday, Longjing, had booked the entire Guanjue Hotel. Basically, all the famous people at the top of Huaguo were invited. The power of the Wen Gang is comparable to that of the Jin family.

It's just that some big parents who don't go out all the year round have come.

Although Long Jing greeted the guests, his gaze would glance towards the door from time to time. His anxiety and panic was seen most clearly by Long Dayuan who was standing beside him, "Father, don't worry, it's not time yet."

"I know." Long Jing looked at Long Dayuan with a hint of weakness in his tone, "A Yuan, will Ah Ran come?"

Long Dayuan couldn't figure out what Wei Churan was thinking, "How about I ask Ah Zi to call and ask?"

Long Jing immediately urged, "Hurry up."

"it is good."

It was only when Long Dayuan took out his phone that he saw the person he wanted to see coming in, "Father, Ah Ran is here."

When Jin Aochen and Wei Churan's mother and daughter came in, they immediately attracted the attention of many people.

Wei Churan felt a different gaze, looked up, Jin Aochen followed her line of sight, Long Jing and Long Dayuan had already stepped forward.

"Aran, you are here."

Seeing the smile on Long Jing's face, Wei Churan's mouth twitched.

Wei Linlin tugged at her mommy's hand, "Mummy, didn't you say you want Uncle Shuai to be my grandfather? When?"

Long Jing looked at Wei Churan excitedly when he heard the words, but before he could say anything, a surprised voice sounded, "Sister Aran."

Several people followed the sound and found that it was Lian Feiheng. Today, he is no longer comfortable casual wear and sneakers, but a suitable custom-made handmade suit and leather shoes. He is personable, elegant and gentle, and is the heart of many girls. Prince Charming template.

It was the first time Wei Churan saw Lian Feiheng like this.