The female supporting role is the ultimate boss

Suddenly.

He sneered, panting heavily, and leaned against the car.

"I didn't expect that my old Ou had been beating geese all his life, and when he was about to die, he was actually pecked in the eyes by geese."

Old Europe?

Jiang Li narrowed his eyes slightly, and recalled the person's information in his mind.

She was sure that she had heard the name from Bo Yunkuan.

This should be the third time.

Jiang Muqiu panted, lying on the front of the car, "You, who are you?"

"Killed the teacher's family, implicated innocent lives, murdered like hemp..."

Jiang Muqiu's eyes widened and he almost choked to death, "What, what?"

Old Ou gave Jiang Li a surprised look.

"He even told you that?"

Jiang Li looked at him expressionlessly.

Old Oubie started, "Don't look at me like that, my master gave me my life, and I will give it back to him sooner or later, but not now!"

"I originally wanted to hold you, little girl, first to test your position in Bo Yunkuan's heart; second, to get what I want from him, I..."

"Old Ou!"

In the middle of Lao Ou's words, a car sped up not far away, and three well-dressed men rushed down from the car, pointing their black guns at Lao Ou's forehead.

It was Song Qingyang, Tang Jiming and Feng Shangchen.

"You are here..."

Lao Ou laughed and raised his hand, "Don't be nervous, I didn't do anything."

He pointed to the dagger in front of his chest, "That little girl is fierce, she is not easy to mess with, I didn't take advantage of it."

The three men looked at each other.

Tang Jiming didn't care, and snorted, "Are you kidding me?"

He prefers to believe that Lao Ou was hurt by Jiang Muqiu.

Song Qingyang's expression changed suddenly when he saw the blood on Jiang Li's neck.

Old Ou smiled helplessly, "Flesh wounds, if you come a little later, the wounds might heal."

Jiang Li glanced at him lightly.

Song Qingyang walked over and held him down, "Dare to hurt the boss's sweetheart, you are dead!"

Old Ou was noncommittal.

Jiang Li walked up to Feng Shangchen and looked up at him.

"Have I seen you somewhere?"

Feng Shangchen shook his head, "I haven't seen it."

Jiang Li circled around him and said affirmatively, "I must have seen it."

Feng Shangchen kept a blank face, and looked at Song Qingyang with small eyes asking for help.

Tang Jiming laughed out loud.

Song Qingyang kicked him and walked over to rescue Feng Shangchen.

"Miss Jiang, this is the first time we've met..."

"You know me." Jiang Li looked sideways at Song Qingyang, and his words were not inquiries, but confirmations.

Song Qingyang, "...well, the Jiang family brothers and sisters have become more famous recently, and we... are also people in the rice circle."

Jiang Li looked at him a few more times, then flitted over Tang Jiming and Feng Shangchen again, and after a while, he hummed slowly.

Song Qingyang heaved a sigh of relief and was extremely thankful that they wore hats and masks when they came.

"Old Ou is a fugitive. Thank you Young Master Jiang. Ms. Jiang helped us arrest him and bring him to justice. Let me go."

Tang Jiming glanced at him.

What the hell is farewell?

The three of them pressed Lao Ou into the car, waved at Jiang Li, and fled away as if fleeing.

Jiang Muqiu wiped the sweat from his forehead, stared at the car running away and asked Jiang Li, "Ah Li, do you think these people are a little strange?"

Jiang Li hummed.

"Get in the car and go home."

After the car drove steadily, she said something to Jiang Muqiu, "These three people obviously know us, that tall man is the person in charge of the underground black race."

"what?!"