The Daughter-In-Law’S Son-In-Law Chapter 4235
byThe night was dark, and after the bustle of Jiang’s martial arts hall, it became quiet again.
Ye Fan did not leave Jiang’s martial arts hall immediately. He returned to the room where he had lived to take a shower and prepare to have a sleep before packing up and leaving tomorrow.
While Ye Fan was busy, Song Shiyan was leaning on the carved pillars, digging his nails into his palms and staring at the dim light coming from Ye Fan’s room.
The scene of being kowtowed and kicked into the swimming pool by Ye Fan appeared clearly in his mind again.
Ye Fan’s indifferent expression at that time seemed to trample his dignity under his feet, which made the hatred in Song Shiyan’s heart grow like weeds.
“Sister Mengli, this time it’s up to you.”
He murmured to himself, with a cold smile on his lips, and his eyes were full of calculations: “This time, I will destroy Mark’s reputation.”
From Song Shiyan’s point of view, if he couldn’t even step on Ye Fan, how would he be able to control the Nanwu League in the future, play with people’s hearts, and dominate the world?
At this moment, Jiang Mengli was standing at Ye Fan’s door, taking a deep breath, suppressing the anger in her heart, and forcing out a false smile.
She also held a bottle of wine in her hand, and the wine in the bottle swayed slightly with her movements, making a slight sound.
She knocked on Ye Fan’s door gently: “Brother Ye Fan, brother Ye Fan.”
The door creaked open, and Ye Fan appeared wiping his hair. He glanced at Jiang Mengli and the outside: “Is something wrong?”
Jiang Mengli did not respond directly, but just groaned and fell into Ye Fan’s arms: “Brother Ye Fan, let’s go in, I sprained my foot, help me in quickly.”
Just as Ye Fan was about to make a loud noise, he glanced outside with a look of disdain on his lips: “Okay, I’ll help you in.”
He helped Jiang Mengli into the room and slammed the door shut with his backhand.
“Brother Ye Fan, thank you!”
As soon as she entered the room, Jiang Mengli stood up from Ye Fan’s arms, walked to the table and smiled sweetly: “I came here tonight to apologize for brother Shi Yan!”
Ye Fan walked to Jiang Mengli, glanced at a window at the back of the room and said with a smile, “Are you apologizing for Song Shiyan? What do you mean?”
While speaking, Ye Fan threw the towel for wiping his hair on the chair, picked up his cell phone and quickly sent a message.
Jiang Mengli didn’t pay attention to Ye Fan’s actions. She opened the lid of the wine bottle and poured two glasses of red wine. Her eyes were full of charming and charming expressions:
“Brother Shi Yan played tricks on you twice because he loves me so much. It’s not good for him to do this, but he also loves me too much and is afraid of losing me.”
“So please, my lord, don’t argue with him.”
“But he was too embarrassed to come and apologize to you in person, and he also wanted to maintain his authority, so he asked me to take his bottle of Romanee-Conti to apologize!”
“Come, have a drink and forget all the grudges with a smile!”
Jiang Mengli handed one of the glasses of red wine to Ye Fan: “I hope brother Ye Fan can give brother Shi Yan a chance for the sake of my mother and me.”
Ye Fan raised his eyes: “I accept the apology, but I won’t drink anymore…”
Jiang Mengli pouted and handed the wine glass to Mark:
“Brother Ye Fan, just have a drink.”
Her red lips parted slightly, and her voice sounded a bit coquettish: “If you don’t drink, you are still resenting Brother Shi Yan…”
Ye Fan looked at the wine glass in front of him and did not reach out to take it. There was a bit of playfulness in his eyes: “Miss Jiang is afraid that the drunkard is not interested in drinking.”
His words were understated, but they were like a sharp blade, piercing Jiang Mengli’s heart.
Jiang Mengli’s heart tightened, and then she said coquettishly: “Brother Ye Fan, what does this mean? Are you worried that the wine is poisonous?”
She bit her red lips, tears welling up in her eyes: “If this is the case, my sister will drink first as a token of respect!”
After saying that, she picked up the wine glass, raised her head and drank it all in one gulp. Then, she drank two more glasses in a row, with an intoxicating blush on her cheeks: “Look, it’s not poisonous…”
“Okay, I’ll have a drink!”
Seeing this, Ye Fan raised a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, took the wine glass and drank it clean.
“you are done!”
Almost as soon as Ye Fan finished drinking the red wine, Jiang Mengli suddenly sneered, took out her phone and clicked to send a signal.
Then she pulled open her clothes and let her hair fall messily over her shoulders.
She looked panicked and was about to scream, “Ah!”
However, before she could make a sound, she felt an invisible force holding her in place, her limbs stiff and unable to move.
Her eyes widened, filled with horror and disbelief, and then her vision went black and she lost consciousness.
Ye Fan gently withdrew the two silver needles from her body, and then moved heavy sofas, tables and chairs to block the door.
He whispered softly: “Song Shiyan, I want you to know what it means to steal the chicken but lose the rice…”
“Ding!”
At this moment, Song Shiyan picked up his phone, glanced at it, and became excited when he saw Jiang Mengli’s text message.
“Count down for one minute, then rush over!”
“This time, even if Ye Fan doesn’t die, he will shed his skin!”
Song Shiyan gritted his teeth, and then looked at the Rolex countdown.
“Crack!”
When the pointer pointed to ten seconds, the lights in Ye Fan’s room suddenly went out, like a giant beast closing its eyes.
Song Shiyan’s face instantly turned pale, and an ominous premonition filled his heart.
“Not good!”
He roared low and rushed towards Ye Fan’s room like a whirlwind regardless of his injuries: “Ye Fan! You beast! Let Meng Li go!”
Song Shiyan quickly came to Ye Fan’s door and slammed the door with his shoulder.
The thick door panel made a rattling sound under the mountain support. After a dozen times, the board cracked, but it was never knocked open.
Song Shiyan’s forehead had veins popping out, and his back was soaked with sweat.
The image of Jiang Mengli being humiliated by Ye Fan kept reappearing in his mind, and the panic in his heart was like a raging tide, almost drowning him.
“Ye Fan! Open the door for me!”
He yelled at the top of his lungs, with anger in his voice: “You beast, open the door! Someone, something big happened!”
Song Shiyan roared while banging on the door.
This pig-like roar immediately resounded throughout the martial arts hall. Everyone in the martial arts hall who had just rested thought that the Northern Martial Arts Alliance was sneaking a sneak attack, so they got up and rushed over.
Jiang Zhiyi, Zhao Muge and Jiang Jinyu also quickly approached.
They were confused at first and didn’t know what was going on. When they heard what Song Shiyan was shouting, they immediately rushed forward and knocked on the door.
Jiang Zhiyi kept shouting: “Ye Fan, open the door, open the door!”
No one in the room responded.
Song Shiyan and the others collided with all their strength.
Finally, the door collapsed under the combined efforts of everyone.
Song Shiyan, Jiang Zhiyi and the others rushed into the bedroom, but were stunned by the sight in front of them.
I saw Ye Fan wearing headphones, shorts, and an eye mask, lying leisurely on the bed listening to music.
Song Shiyan rushed forward, pulled off Ye Fan’s eye mask and headphones, and roared: “Where is Jiang Mengli? Where did you hide her?”
Ye Fan screamed when he saw everyone, as if he was startled, and then jumped up: “Aunt Jiang, what happened?”
Song Shiyan roared: “Ye Fan, don’t pretend to be crazy for me. I saw you with my own eyes when you were stunned and Jiang Mengli was dragged in. Please hand him over quickly…”
“Miss Jiang?”
Ye Fan looked at Song Shiyan and asked, “Mr. Song said that he saw me kidnapping her. Why didn’t he call someone at that time? Did he have to wait until I kidnapped him to enter the room?”
Song Shiyan blushed and stammered, “I…I didn’t see clearly at first…”
In the crowd, Zhao Muge said coldly: “There is no point in arguing. Mr. Song, you said Mr. Ye stunned Jiang Mengli and dragged him in. Where is he now?”
Jiang Zhiyi waved his hand: “Search!”
Everyone rummaged around in the room, but no trace of Jiang Mengli was found: “No one!”
Ye Fan looked at Song Shiyan and said, “Young Master Song, do you hear me clearly? There is no one.”
Song Shiyan breathed heavily and took out his mobile phone and dialed Jiang Mengli’s number. There was a beep on the other end of the phone.
The phone was not turned off, but no one answered.
“It must be Ye Fan who used the corpse water!”
Song Shiyan suddenly grabbed Ye Fan’s arm, his eyes full of madness: “He turned Jiang Mengli into blood!”
Ye Fan couldn’t help but laugh out loud: “Have you read too many martial arts novels by Mr. Song? How can there be any corpse-turning water in today’s society that can instantly turn people into a ball of water?”
“Even if there is corpse-transforming water, why is there no smell in this room?”
“And if Jiang Mengli and I don’t deal with each other, she is also Aunt Jiang’s daughter. How can I kill her?”
Ye Fan looked at Song Shiyan and said, “Do you hate me so much that you dreamed that I fainted Jiang Mengli, and then came over to falsely accuse me?”
Jiang Zhiyi also exhaled a long breath: “Mr. Song, there is no Mengli in the room. Did you see it wrong?”
Song Shiyan was so choked that he couldn’t speak. Suddenly his eyes lit up: “Adjust the surveillance! We will definitely be able to capture evidence of Ye Fan’s crime!”
Jiang Zhiyi made a gesture and asked people to monitor it again. After all, it was a matter of life and death for his daughter.
When the surveillance footage unfolded in front of everyone, the room fell into a dead silence.
In the picture, Ye Fan and Jiang Mengli are nowhere to be seen, only Song Shiyan, who is sneaking behind the pillar, is particularly eye-catching.
Song Shiyan’s face instantly turned ashen: “This is impossible, this is not scientific, Mengli just entered Ye Fan’s room, how could it not be photographed…”
He personally adjusted the angles of several cameras, all facing Ye Fan’s door, but now nothing was captured.
Song Shiyan felt like he had seen a ghost and staggered back a few steps, almost falling.
“It’s not good, it’s not good!”
At this moment, a disciple of the Jiang family ran in in a panic: “We found Miss Jiang in Young Master Song’s room. She…she had no clothes on!”
Jiang Zhiyi slapped Song Shiyan in the face:
“Beast!”
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