The son-in-law of the female president

Back home, Director Xia silently entered the room and locked himself up overnight.

Around midnight.

Xiaomi Mi ran out of the room in her pajamas and crashed into Jiang Tong's arms.

He raised his big bright eyes, looked at Jiang Tong and said:
"Dad, Mom is crying so sad."

Jiang Tong held the rice grains in his arms, his eyes were cold.

Even if Xiao Mi Li didn't say anything, Jiang Tong could hear Director Xia's intermittent crying, as if he was afraid of disturbing others and tried his best to suppress it.

The majestic martial art transforms into a god.

Even at a distance of more than ten miles, Jiang Tong could hear subtle sounds.

Only since returning to Jinling.

Apart from Yulongwan beheading Lin Shitong, Baili Linjiang punching Chen Baijue, and Qingzhou burial sword Xueding Town Xiajiang Jianyan.

In the secular world, Jiang Tong rarely used martial arts power.

"Looks like I have to find some time to beat up the Si family!"

Jiang Tong thought about it secretly.

If he hadn't been afraid that director Xia would be sad, he would have killed his boss's family and trampled them out.

As strong as the Lin family, the number one wealthy family in Qingzhou, Jiang Tong would kill as soon as he said it, how could this little Si family in Jinling take it seriously?

Wu Dao transforms into a god, always does things as he pleases, kills decisively, and is not imprisoned by secular rules.

The only thing that really worried Jiang Tong was Director Xia.

If he climbed to the gate of the Si family now, he would bloodbath the entire family of the Si family.

After Director Xia finds out about this, how will Jiang Tong explain to her?
With teary eyes, Mi Li choked up and said, "Father, Mi Li doesn't like those people."

Jiang Tong stretched out his hand, touched Simi Li's long black and smooth hair, and said gently: "Don't worry, with Dad around, no one can bully Mom."

The opening night of Jinxiu Bar was Mi Li's seventh birthday.

Jiang Tong whispered:
"Mi Li, on the night of your birthday, Dad will give you a big gift."

Millet's eyes were full of anticipation.

She thought about it and asked curiously, "Dad, do you want to give rice cakes? The rice is in the orphanage, and those uncles and aunts don't give rice cakes."

During the time when Simi Li lived in the orphanage.

Many children have cakes to eat on their birthdays. Every time it comes to this day, Mi Li always stands behind the crowd enviously.

Jiang Tong smiled:

"Father not only gave you a super big cake, but also gave you a gift that is a thousand times more expensive than the cake, ten thousand times more expensive."

Xiao Mili nodded half-understanding.

She put her arms around Jiang Tong's neck and said, "Can Mi Li sleep with Dad on the sofa?"

Jiang Tong carried the cup and gently covered it for her.

Looking at the sleeping rice grains, the smile on the corner of Jiang Tong's mouth disappeared, and there was neither happiness nor sadness on his face, without any trace of human emotion.

Then, with his hands behind his back, he walked out the door step by step.

Looking at the starry sky at night, after a long time, he said lightly, "Zi Yang, come see me right away!"

If someone was present, they would definitely find that Jiang Tong seemed to be insane, talking into the air.

And ten miles away, in a luxurious room.

Zhou Ziyang, who was sleeping, suddenly opened his eyes and looked around blankly.

"No, the voice that appeared in my mind just now belonged to Old Jiang!"

As a childhood friend, how could Zhou Ziyang misunderstand Jiang Tong's voice.

While putting on his clothes, he shook his head and smiled wryly:
"Lao Jiang's methods are getting closer and closer to heaven!"

……

After half an hour.

When Zhou Ziyang rushed to the door of the villa, he saw a straight figure standing not far away.

He is clothed in starlight, like a god.

"Master Jiang!"

Zhou Ziyang said in awe.

Jiang Tong waved his hand and said calmly, "You are my friend, just call me Old Jiang."

Zhou Ziyang walked over with a smile and stood side by side with Jiang Tong.

"In the middle of the night, I thought it was haunted."

What he was referring to was Jiang Tong's spiritual transmission.

Jiang Tong raised his head with his hands behind his back, and said with a smile: "It's just some small tricks, but anyone with a strong cultivation level can do it."

It's just that Jiang Tong didn't say a word.

The sound transmission of Daoist He Jin's spiritual thoughts can be within a few miles at most.

And Jiang Tong, as a god of transformation, once his divine sense fully explodes, it will be more than a few miles around?
Even the whole city can be enveloped in it.

Zhou Ziyang looked at Jiang Tong curiously.

Only now did he realize that his childhood friend's identity could scare people to death.

Jinling Xiaoren is just one of them.

The identity of the young master of the Jiang family in Yanjing alone is enough to be the best in Huaguo, even the richest man in a province will bow down and lower his eyebrows when he sees him.

Zhou Ziyang lamented: "It's ridiculous that I at that time never dreamed that you are still the young master of the Jiang family."

When mentioning the Jiang family in Yanjing, Jiang Tong nodded slightly with a silent expression.

He said calmly: "Zi Yang, after seeing my methods, you should know that the identity of the young master of the Jiang family is not worth mentioning in front of me."

Zhou Ziyang only knew that Jiang Tong was not only the young master of the Jiang family, but also a martial arts master who had shaken Jiangbei recently.

How do you know that Jiang Tong's real hole card is the Lord of Xingzhou, the Martial Dao Transformation God!

What a real person.

Jiang Tong was no longer three years ago.

These are just ordinary people's wishful thinking about him.

Zhou Ziyang smiled wryly.

In terms of Jiang Tong's superb methods, he is indeed qualified to despise the Jiang family.

"Okay, okay, who knows if there is a more scary identity behind you."

"You called me in the middle of the night, not just to tell me these things?"

Zhou Ziyang asked curiously.

Jiang Tong nodded:

"People from the Si family make me very unhappy, do you know what to do?"

Zhou Ziyang snorted coldly: "Old Jiang, as long as you give an order, I will immediately bring people and trample the Si family down."

Jiang Tong smiled helplessly.

Then he opened his mouth and said: "If you really want to destroy the Si family, why let you do it, I alone will be enough."

"Since you are my friend, your future achievements will not be limited to this little Jinling. You should restrain your quack aura."

Zhou Ziyang was embarrassed.

Being in the arena, he has become accustomed to the rules and methods of this world, and he can do it without beeping.

It's really difficult to get him to change back suddenly.

Jiang Tong continued: "I'm going to give my daughter a present on her birthday night. The Fairview Bar is nice."

Zhou Ziyang realized instantly.

He nodded and smiled:
"This matter is on me. Lao Jiang, you open your mouth. Even if you give the whole bar street to your little niece, I, Lao Zhou, will not frown."

Jiang Tong smiled and turned around.

Looking at Zhou Ziyang, he said, "Old Zhou, do you still remember the night my dad jumped off the building seven years ago. Did we drink at the barbecue stand?"

Zhou Ziyang's memory immediately went back to seven years ago.

That night, the two of them got drunk at the barbecue stand and complained about this fucking life.

At that time, he lent Jiang Tong the only 8000 yuan he had.

It's more like a gift than a loan. Zhou Ziyang didn't think about asking for the money back in the past.

Jiang Tong continued:
"The current secular status is the interest I will pay you back."

Zhou Ziyang fell silent.

After a long time, he patted Jiang Tong on the shoulder:

"When I gave you the money, I never thought about what I would get in return from you."

The words fall.

Zhou Ziyang turned and left.

Jiang Tong was thoughtful, then the corners of his mouth rose slightly!