The female president's mad dragon bodyguard

"Oh, how come you can still be like this when you're so good?"

When the housekeeper heard that the injuries on Han Song were caused by Li Jiyun, he didn't dare to say anything loudly. He only wondered why he made Li Jiyun so angry.

"What on earth did you say to your husband to make him so angry?"

The housekeeper wanted to take the medicine box to treat Han Song's wounds, but he shook his head, looked around, and then carefully leaned into the housekeeper's ear to ask.

"Did Tieyi come back just now?"

The housekeeper nodded and couldn't help complaining to him.

"You don't even know that he caught me asking some strange questions just now. It really scared me to death."

As soon as the butler said this, Han Song's heart immediately rose to his throat, and there was even an imperceptible tremor in his voice.

"What did he ask?"

The housekeeper said: "They were just useless questions. They asked me if I had gone out just now, and they looked at me with such sinister eyes for a long time. Oh my, it was really scary."

Han Song swallowed and recalled that he walked straight into Li Jiyun's office after coming back just now.

Li Jiyun sat on the chair and looked at himself with a bloodless face. There was still unconcealable contempt in his expression.

"I've given you two days to investigate. Today is the third day. Is it possible that you still don't plan to give me any results? I don't want to hear words like sorry."

Han Song originally wanted to tell everything he knew, but when the words came to his lips, he had another idea.

"Sir, I advise you to be more realistic."

He endured huge pressure and allowed himself to say this calmly. At the same time, he kept comforting himself in his heart that saying this could be regarded as venting his anger.

Li Jiyun was indeed confused by his words.

"What do you mean? Do you think the task I assigned you is too difficult?"

Han Song couldn't remember what he said next. He only knew that as soon as he finished speaking, Li Jiyun angrily grabbed the whip hanging on the wall as a decoration and whipped him mercilessly. go.

Han Song finally breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't until the whip drew blood all over his body that he told Li Jiyun what he had seen today.

Li Jiyun seemed incomprehensible to his behavior. However, after disobeying him, this man still handed over all the information he had, which also made Li Jiyun extremely puzzled.

In the end, he just asked Han Song to go out thoughtfully. As for who Tie Yi met tonight, he would find a private detective to investigate clearly.

Han Song was secretly glad that he finally escaped, not only with Tie Yi, but also with Li Jiyun.

As long as he can cover up his whereabouts just now, no matter what happens, he is willing.

"Oh, let me go and bandage you quickly. Look at the blood on your body..."

The housekeeper wanted to step forward and pull Han Song away, but he didn't dare and could only let him follow him.

Han Song shook his head and said he would go back and change clothes first.

He did not return to his room, but called Zhao Yang, who was brought to Jiangnan City with him by Li Jiyun. Zhao Yang was timid and fearful compared to Han Song, so he had no sense of presence in this villa.

Li Jiyun usually wouldn't come to him for anything.

Zhao Yang, who was already asleep, opened the door and saw Han Song standing at his door with an apologetic look on his face. There was nothing good about his face and body, and his skin was all torn apart by the whip.

"I said brother, what's wrong with you?"

Zhao Yang was shocked by Han Song's behavior, and Han Song expressed with frustration that he had angered Li Jiyun.

"Brother, you see I can't hold anything with my hands now. Please help me take out my phone."

Zhao Yang didn't think about anything else, and put his hand into his pocket to fumble around as instructed, but he couldn't help but let out a cry of pain.

"You don't have a mobile phone in your pocket. Isn't this a knife?"

Zhao Yang took his hand out of Han Song's pocket with an angry look on his face.

Han Song's eyes widened in surprise and he quickly apologized to his companions.

"I'm really sorry. I remembered it wrong just now. You, Zhao Yang, have a lot. Don't be as knowledgeable as me."

Zhao Yang's face improved a little, and he was dragged down by Han Song to find the butler to bandage together.

After Tie Yi finished dealing with the blood on his hands, he was about to go find Han Song, but he heard a sound coming from the first floor, which sounded hissing and funny.

He paused, quickened his pace and walked down, only to see the housekeeper in the living room holding a medical kit and treating the wounds of two people.

Tie Yi widened his eyes and looked at the two people in disbelief.

Hearing the footsteps behind him, Han Song even felt his hair stand on end, but Zhao Yang just looked back and continued chatting with the housekeeper.

"What's wrong with you two?"

Tie Yi walked over and asked casually. Han Song pretended to be calm and spoke first.

"Today, my husband asked me to go to Dongyun Group to inquire about information, but I forgot about it. He was not very happy, so he gave me a whipping."

Tie Yi nodded thoughtfully, turned his head and glanced at Zhao Yang, his eyes gradually locked from his face to his hands, and his tone became a little intriguing.

"Zhao Yang, what's wrong with you? Why is your hand still injured?"

Zhao Yang glanced at his companion. It couldn't be said that he scratched his hand. In desperation, he shrugged.

"I don't know how I did it, but it suddenly became like this."

This answer is enough to make a three-year-old laugh.

Tie Yi was obviously not very satisfied. His eyes wandered back and forth between the two of them, and finally locked on Zhao Yang's hand. Zhao Yang did not notice it at this time, but instead joked and asked the housekeeper to make it look better for him.

The stressful sight on his side disappeared. Han Song glanced at his companion Zhao Yang apologetically, but he didn't know what would happen next. He even chatted with the housekeeper in a lively manner and couldn't help but hum. Song comes.

"Han Song, what did you go out to do just now?"

Zhao Yang glanced at Han Song curiously, but he turned around subconsciously and felt completely relieved after confirming that there was no one behind him.

"Nothing."

He shook his head, not wanting to tell the truth.

This is the best way he can think of to divert trouble to the east.

Zhao Yang, don't blame me, I just want to survive.

Han Song turned his head and continued to let the housekeeper treat his wounds. Listening to Zhao Yang's rambling words, he knew that his life had entered a countdown.

So what can you do? Someone is always going to die, and you can't let that person be you.

Thinking of this, Han Song no longer felt as guilty as before, and even felt a little lucky.