Don’t Make Trouble, Mr. Bo!

"How do you pay? Can you pay?!"

There was silence in the air.

Yu Song glanced at Lin Feifei lightly, still unable to hide the contempt in his eyes.

Do you really feel good about yourself, do you really see yourself as an onion?

Um? ?

He really is the devil with onions.

This is something that Mr. can't afford to pay for?

Tangtang Bo's consortium, the leading group in China, involves numerous industries, and its worth is no longer measured by ordinary numbers.

A mere arm, a car, actually said that the husband can't afford to pay?

Ah!

But don't blame her, anyone who doesn't know is innocent!

It's just that for someone like him who has always known the reason, it's really the most self-indulgent sentence he's ever heard.

"Don't worry, even if you take off your legs and feet, I will not miss you at all? Would you like to try?"

Perhaps Bo Jingchuan was also curious about Lin Feifei's words, so he actually spoke up.

It's just that the cold voice fell flat, but it made people feel a chill in their hearts.

After Yu Song heard it, he had already turned around slightly, scaring Lin Feifei to the point where her face turned pale again!

"Enough!" Su Heng's gloomy voice suddenly sounded, he stared at the car not far away, his eyes gloomy.

"This gentleman is too impersonal. Things have become such a situation, aren't you satisfied?"

"Everyone is close to human feelings, and I am no exception. But not everyone who can walk on two legs is human, so I and you have no human relationship."

How can animals and humans be compared?

Yu Song almost laughed out loud.

His husband turned out to have a poisonous tongue!

How could Su Heng not hear the irony in these words, his whole body was also wrapped in low air pressure.

Between men and men, a word is often a smoke of gunpowder.

"What do you want?"

Su Heng's voice almost came out from between his teeth.

Bo Jingchuan looked at Shen Fanxing, who had already walked towards here, his eyes were on her slender and tall figure for a moment, and his thin lips drew a slight arc.

"I just want to tell you, don't mess with people you shouldn't mess with. This time it's a reminder. Next time, it's hard to say."

The voice was calm and unwavering, but everyone could hear the near-extreme threat in the words.

No one would doubt the veracity of this statement, they were just wondering how terrifying the so-called "hard to say" would be.

Shen Fanxing had already approached at this time, dressed in simple clothes, with a slender and tall figure walking as if stepping on the wind, her eyes like autumn water imprinted with the brilliance of the setting sun, and her slightly pursed lips showing a bit of coldness.

It seems to be really inhumane, but anyone who knows her a little knows that a pair of skins contains blood.

Bo Jingchuan's thin lips paused, and then continued:

"One arm, one car, I've spared you for the time being. There's no small amount of compensation that should be paid. As for whether or not you can afford it... Even if the family goes bankrupt, I'm happy with the money."

His voice fell, and his eyes fixed as Shen Fanxing stood in front of him.

When Bo Jingchuan spoke, his eyes were fixed on her, and she couldn't ignore the strangeness in her heart.

She even doubted herself affectionately, how much of his concern about grandma was in these words?

Shen Qianrou and Su Heng both frowned, looking at this place with different expressions.

A man who wants to know who is sitting in the car?

One wants to know what is the relationship between Shen Fanxing and the man in the car?