I came from an alien planet: Using my immortal body to commit suicide crazily

"Song Zhijie, come down here!"

Qian Yiming angrily pinched the angry man. He was not afraid of anything now and wanted to drive Song Zhijie out.

"Let go!"

Song Zhijie's arm was in unbearable pain. He opened his mouth and bit it, and his mouth was filled with the smell of rust.

"You are a dog!" Qian Yiming pushed away hard and covered the wound, his eyes suddenly turned red.

The pain made him angry, and he grabbed Song Zhijie again.

"Let me go!"

"Get away!" Song Zhijie raised his leg and kicked him over, hitting Qian Yiming's side.

Qian Yiming choked twice. The pain made him burst into tears and he roared.

"Someone is coming! Someone is coming!!!"

"Master." "Master, what's wrong?" "Yiming!"

A group of people heard the sound and gathered around him. Qian Yong pushed them away and lifted Qian Yiming up from the ground in distress.

"What happened? He hit you?"

"Dad, he kicked me and bit me, wuwuwu..."

Qian Yiming cried and complained, showing his wounds, and his tears couldn't stop flowing.

Qian Yong hugged Qian Yiming behind him and asked sternly: "Song Sanshao, why do you want to bully my son?"

"No future." Song Zhijie put down his words and strode away.

Qian Yong's face turned red and white. Seeing his baby bump being insulted in front of everyone, he didn't care about his face anymore. He supported the railing and shouted: "You are worthy of saying that my family Yiming has no future. Yiming has no future." It’s better than someone like you who wears a skirt!”

Song Zhijie turned around suddenly, his sinister eyes making everyone tremble.

A cruel coldness appeared at the corner of his mouth, completely tearing his face.

"I wear a skirt, I like men, and I'm still the one at the bottom, but you, at your age, aren't you also someone else's private parts?"

As soon as this statement came out, there was an uproar. Almost everyone could not hide their expressions of contempt and disgust, and some people simply walked away.

Qian Yongyang was trembling. He just drank too much and tried it once. Even if others knew about it, they didn't dare to say it. Unexpectedly, he would be exposed by this thing that corrupted the atmosphere. He even lost his own face!

With all this going on, the establishment of charitable foundations has been completely put on hold.

Qian Yong couldn't bear it anymore: "Catch him!"

Song Zhijie was not afraid at all, he raised his hand and blew a slogan.

One after another, figures appeared in the huge mansion. The ability users who entered were separated into two groups, separated by a wide "Chu River and Han Boundary", and the situation was tense.

"Brother Qian, it's not like that."

Following the gentle old voice, Zhou Chuhong stepped into the villa.

"It's just a small fight between the juniors, why should it be so ugly? Today is a happy day, so let's get over it."

Qian Yong's face was full of gloom. The Song family had even climbed up to the Zhou family. They were really quite capable.

If there was no relationship between their two families, how could Vice Chairman Zhou get involved in such trivial matters.

"Dad...forget it, forget it..." Qian Yiming saw this kind of big battle for the first time, and his trembling words were useless.

Qian Yong let out a heavy breath and waved his hand, and most of the people in the room suddenly disappeared.

Song Zhijie leaned slightly towards Zhou Chuhong and walked away with the others.

Qian Yong clenched his fists and stared at Song Zhijie's back, with unstoppable murderous intent in his eyes.

Zhou Chuhong raised his arm and waved slowly. Qian Yong put away his anger and stepped down the stairs quickly.

Zhou Chuhong and Qian Yong walked slowly in the almost empty front yard, holding up the crooked couple's humanoid board.

"Don't worry about gossip, I will send someone to deal with it."

Qian Yong's expression softened slightly: "Thank you, but the foundation..."

Zhou Chuhong waved his hands and put his hands behind his back: "If the foundation is gone, it will be gone. I don't expect them to join in and contribute money. Just do your part and manage the shelter well with Jiang Ruanyuan."

Qian Yong remained silent, his eyes misty.

Zhou Chuhong saw that he had something to hide, and knew that Qian Yong's transformation was nothing more than wanting to get a name when he was old, attracting loyal people with kindness, and paving the way for his son's future.

"Brother Qian, as long as you do enough, you don't need the support of the family or the media at all. Word of mouth spreads widely among the people. It is both authentic and more influential."

"If you see and hear more people, whether they are family members or civilians, they will naturally praise the Qian family. If the shelter is short of funds in the future, they will come to the Zhou family to get it."

Qian Yong nodded to show his understanding, and the worry on his face disappeared completely.

Zhou Chuhong looked at the young man who started eating and drinking wildly: "You have to change your deep-rooted old ideas."

Qian Yong followed his gaze and looked at Qi Yanren and others, knowing that he was pointing out that he looked down on the small family and looked down on the common people.

He whispered: "I'll try my best."

Since the asylum was opened, the vulgar, scoundrel, and ugly humanity at the bottom can be encountered almost every day.

If you want to change it, you have to look at the people.

Zhou Chuhong patted Qian Yong on the shoulder, raised his head, and looked at the sky quietly.

"It's time to change. I have to leave."

Qian Yong was so blinded by the sunlight that he knew it meant something, and felt very uneasy.

"Vice Chairman Zhou..."

Zhou Chuhong stepped out of the door alone, his lonely back showing desolation, but his steps became more steady step by step, and he walked further and further away...

Inside the villa.

Yun Wang, who had a panoramic view of everything, opened the window and jumped out the moment Qian Yiming pushed the door open.

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