My Husband, Warm The Bed

The two people in front of him might have done a lot of things, such that they were truly evil people, but in Hang Jin's eyes, the two of them were just like two clowns jumping around.

Hang Jin laughed: "An evil person doesn't need to use expressions to emphasize their evil person. The two of you keep staring at each other, don't you feel uncomfortable with your eyes?"

The two of them were stu

ed and did not reply.

Hang Jin shook the dust off his shoulders, and said: "Since you all allowed me to come here so smoothly, you all must know my purpose, then I will trouble you two to bring me to meet the person I want to meet."

After no less than two seconds, the ski

ier of the two stepped forward and said: "Young Master Zhang, our Brother Chen knows that you are looking for him and has been waiting for you for a long time. But before we meet with him, I have to trouble you to cooperate with our inspection. "

"Of course. "It's not like I'm here to fight with you guys. You guys can do whatever you want." Hang Jin raised both his hands into the air, "You can inspect whatever you want, but please hurry up. I do not have the patience to waste time with you."

Only then did the two hastily go forward, one to check Hang Jin's body and one to check his car. After ensuring that he did not have any weapons or eavesdropping equipment on him, and leaving behind his phone, they brought Hang Jin inside the house.

This building had the same appearance as the other houses in the village. It was three stories tall, with white tiles on the outside of the walls. The lobby of the first floor was also very ordinary. Without stopping at the first floor, the two of them led Hang Jin directly to the second floor.

Hang Jin thought that the second floor would be different from the first floor, it might even be decorated in a luxurious and resplendent ma

er. A small glance would be enough to blind a person, but when he walked in, he realized that the interior of the house was filled with ordinary houses. Other than the sofa, tea table, and a few ornaments, there was nothing else.

After the two of them sent Hang Jin upstairs, they quietly left. The person Hang Jin wanted to meet was also not here, and in the now empty hall, he was the only one left.

He looked around. The furnishings in the room were rare and ordinary, but they had their subtleties. The picture hanging in the middle of the wall, for example, had a tiny pinhole camera that no one else could see.

He had come here alone, but that person still hadn't come out to meet him. What was he waiting for? Or did they not believe that he had come alone?

Hang Jin said: "I drove here alone for two hours and no one came to bring me a cup of water. Is this how you treat your guests?"

With that, he heard the sound of the door to a room on the third floor opening. Immediately after, a middle-aged man, supported by a young and beautiful woman, walked up the stairs from the third floor towards the second floor at a neither fast nor slow pace, step by step: "Brother Chen, you fell asleep so late at night. Just hand this person over to me, why do you have to come see him yourself."

Hang Jin recognized the woman who was speaking. She had met her not long ago at a bar and had schemed against him before.

The middle-aged man said, "Because those who have come are esteemed guests. I must personally see them to show my sincerity."

As for the middle-aged man, Hang Jin was extremely familiar with him. More accurately speaking, he was someone that was extremely familiar with each other. Furthermore, he had called out 'uncle' for more than 20 years.

It was only now that Hang Jin clearly understood that he hadn't been familiar with the other party after calling him uncle for more than twenty years.

Hang Jin was surprised, but the shock only lasted for a brief moment in his eyes. This result was very unexpected, but it was within his expectations.

So his guess was not wrong, the one who died two years ago was someone else, and it was not Chi Yishen.

That "dead" Chi Yishen had merely changed his identity and started living anew. He was living a life of ease and ease, but had he ever thought about how his only daughter had lived these past two years?

With the guess in his heart confirmed, Hang Jin didn't know whether to be happy or sad. "I really didn't expect to see you again in this life."

"Yeah, I didn't think that we would meet again under such circumstances." The middle aged man was supported by the sister Shi Jiu down the stairs and walked to Hang Jin's side. He stood there and sized Hang Jin up like a kind elder: "Young lad, it's been so long since we last met, have you been well?"

Hang Jin laughed: "With Uncle Chi taking care of me like this, how can I live a bad life?"

"Hahaha ??" The middle-aged man laughed loudly. "I didn't expect you to be the same as back then. You're still so casual when you speak, and you never think about the consequences."

"You're right, I, Hang Jin, am still the Hang Jin of old, and you are no longer the you of old. Now, even if you were to die ten or eight times, it would never be enough. " Hang Jin looked at him, staring at him fixedly, as if he wished to see through his chest and see what kind of color that heart of hers had.

"Hang Jin, don't go too far ??" sister Shi Jiu roared, but was stopped by the middle-aged man's hand gesture. She said unhappily, "Brother Chen ??"

Brother Chen patted her hands and after consoling her, he looked at Hang Jin again: "People will die sooner or later. They won't live as long as two years just because you've done more good deeds, and they won't die as many times because of anyone. "Hey kid, don't you think that makes sense?"

Looking at the fake smile on his face, Hang Jin felt that he was still a little too inexperienced. Compared to this old cu

ing fox, his little bit of cultivation experience was really not enough to be mentioned: "Everyone will die, is this the excuse for you to choose this crime path?"

Brother Chen raised his hand and lightly patted Hang Jin's shoulder, "Look at you, now is not the same as the past. You used to call me uncle when you saw me. Now, you don't even know how to call out, you're really becoming more and more like you don't have a single person of your generation. "

Hang Jin laughed coldly: "Uncle? Are you worthy? "

The Brother Chen had a smile on his face. He looked kind, but his kind eyes also carried a hint of ruthlessness, "Is it because you tricked my father-in-law? You don't put me, your father-in-law, in your eyes."

"Shut up!" Hang Jin suddenly roared out, and the look in his eyes that was directed at Brother Chen turned sharp from disappointment. "From the moment you chose to use the path of a criminal, you have no right to call him Yang Yang anymore."

"Oh, I am not qualified, so who is? "You?" The smile on Brother Chen's face did not diminish, and he even laughed out loud, "Yang Yang is my daughter, my blood flows in her body. If it wasn't for me, she wouldn't exist in this world. We're father and daughter, this is a fact that no one can change. "

It was fine if you didn't mention Chi Yangyang, but when it came to Chi Yangyang, there was no way for him to keep calm anymore.

Today, he came here alone, hoping to find a way to settle this matter first so that Chi Yangyang wouldn't know the truth and be harmed.

He gritted his teeth and said, "If Yang Yang knows that she has a father like you, I think she would rather let go of the last drop of blood in her body than admit that she's your daughter."