Chapter 1814： How about your old man go to jail for her?

Chapter 1814 Would you like your old man to go to jail for her?

Because she is a family...Because Jiang Xianrou is still young, Yuan Qing can stand here and tell her to help Jiang Xianrou.

Qiao Nian's gaze was arbitrary, and she fell on Yuan Qing coldly. She moved and licked her dry lips. She acted rather dryly, and then she wanted to bypass Ye Wangchuan to face the group of relatives in the Jiang family.

"I'm coming."

Just as Qiao Nian was about to go out, someone suddenly grabbed her left arm, took a hand, and pulled her back.

She raised the end of her eyes, still not suppressing the surly in her black eyes.

I saw Ye Wangchuan drag her back, turned around, looked at Yuan Qing and a group of relatives in the Jiang family behind Yuan Qing, his long legs straightened.

A cold look in the eyes made the relatives of the Jiang family feel a bit of cold.

The oppressive feeling of the paranoid in Beijing is not blowing.

Yuan Qing knew that the young man Qiao Nian was following was not someone she could provoke. She couldn't help but shrink her neck, forcing her to keep her mouth shut.

After all, they are outside of Mr. Jiang’s ward.

Ye Wangchuan didn’t think about what would happen to the relatives of the Jiang family. He was wearing a trench coat today with a thin black sweater inside. The self-cultivation clothes are very charming on him, and when his slender figure stands there, there is a graceful aura.

It is expensive and not easy to mess with.

He just raised his eyebrows and glanced at Yuan Qing with his deep eyes, which made Yuan Qing tremble with fright, and then said lazily, "Your old man feels so distressed by Jiang Xianrou, why would you go to jail for her?"

Yuan Qing opened his mouth, and instinctively retracted: "I, how can I go to jail for her, this matter..."

"As long as you say you are willing to go to jail for her, I will help you clear the relationship between you and ensure that you get in and she will come out intact."

Ye Wangchuan half-closed his eyes, looking gentle and handsome, very reasonable.

Every word is like a bone scraping knife, which is scraped on Yuan Qing's seven inches.

"Didn't you say it?" Seeing Yuan Qing not speaking, Ye Wangchuan looked lazily at the old lady who didn't have backache not far away, who said coldly before. He was very gentle and polite: "After all, Jiang Xianrou is still so young. I remember what you said was this."

Yuan Qing was completely speechless now.

She did not dare to speak.

What can she say.

People asked her to go to jail for Jiang Xianrou, could she dare to agree? In case she really got her in, she could only spend her old age in prison with the basket that Jiang Xianrou stabbed out.

Seeing Yuan Qing’s daring to speak up, Ye Wangchuan looked far away, and swept past other relatives of the Jiang family without a trace. All the relatives touched by his gaze did not dare to show up, so he hurriedly reduced his sense of existence, lest he be caught by him. Roll call.

"Heh." Ye Wangchuan chuckled lightly and found it quite boring, so he withdrew his gaze, and his tone quickly cooled down: "Since you can't do something by yourself, why do you ask Qiao Nian to do it? She owes you something. ?"

The relatives of   Jiang's family have turned the other way around. Jiang's family is the one who owes Qiao Nian, not Qiao Nian owes Jiang's family!

No one of the relatives of the Jiang family dared to speak at the moment, and Yuan Qing was even more embarrassed to dig a hole in the ground.

Ye Wangchuan seems to be talking about other people, but she is the first to speak out, so she is the person whose face hurts the most.

She lowered her head, she dared not say anything, and regretted that she had just tried to ask Jiang Xianrou for her head.

(End of this chapter)