MBHISG [MTL; CH 99+]

Chapter 105

Jiang Jiusheng came straight to the point: "How much do you want, you speak."

The man snorted and posed.

Jiang Jiusheng also wore a mask, revealing a pair of peach eyes, slightly harsh: "Of course, no reconciliation is necessary." The tone was light, and the next sentence was taken lightly, "In that case, I can guarantee that you will not get a penny in the end. . "

The man looked straight, thought for a while, and said a number.

The two sides reconciled. The man was a lot more polite and smiled and said that he misunderstood and misunderstood. After all, he just asked for money, and he was very happy when he succeeded. Probably because of Xie Dang's identity, the man lion opened his mouth and asked for half a million.

Song Jing only begged for peace, paid the money, and signed the settlement, which led Xie Dang out of the police station.

After getting in the car, Xie Dang took the co-pilot without saying a word. Jiang Jiusheng and Shi Jin were sitting in the back seat. The atmosphere was so tense that Song Jing's hand holding the steering wheel was a bit unsteady.

Jiang Jiusheng suddenly said: "Why fight?"

The tone is lukewarm, and no anger can be heard.

Xie Dang muffled for a long time before replying: "It's uncomfortable to see him." He lowered his head and never looked at the people behind.

This reason.

Song Jing wanted to beat Xie Dang.

Jiang Jiusheng was still not annoyed: "Have you let the other party leave evidence?"

"I'm not stupid again." He smashed the wicked man's cell phone.

"What about the follow-up shoot? Does anyone follow the shoot?" After thinking about it, Jiang Jiusheng frowned and asked, "Is there any surveillance nearby?"

Because you are an artist, you need to be extra cautious. If the words and deeds of public figures are exposed, they will basically be magnified indefinitely. Small, can't be careless.

Xie Dang muffled, unhappy, and honestly replied: "I dragged him to the men's toilet and hit it. I picked him out of no one's place and beat him, I won't be photographed."

Song Jing couldn't help crying and laughing. This guy's grief is bad and grief is bad.

"Are you injured?" Jiang Jiusheng's eyes narrowed slightly and fell on Xie Dang.

He answered quickly and his voice was dull: "No."

Song Jing, who drove the car, said: "It seems his wrists are swollen." I don't know where the drunkard angered the young ancestor. I usually don't know how many treasures his hands, even if he beats people, he can kick with his feet without hitting with his hands. The back of the hand is blue and purple.

Jiang Jiusheng said in a deep voice, "Sister Jing, turn around."

"Huh?" Song Jing didn't understand what she meant.

"Turn around and go back." She said again.

The tone was almost indistinguishable. It seemed like he was going to fight a big posture. Song Jing also knew that don't look at Jiang Jiusheng's good talk, but he is not as bad as Xie Dang, and he is afraid that things will get bigger. Song Jing glanced at the doctor who was sitting beside Jiang Jiusheng from the rearview mirror. He was calm all the way from side to side. He only looked at Jiang Jiusheng, his eyes closed, and no emotion was exposed at all.

The graceful manners, which stop at the rituals, are so handsome.

Song Jing thought about it and turned around according to words.