771: C771 Aren't You a Member of the Jiang Family

C771 Aren't You a Member of the Jiang Family

"What's the truth in your mouth? You have always missed your big brother and wanted him to break up with Ms Wen. Now that big brother has lost a part of his memory, you will definitely deliberately provoke him at this time. "

Wenn Ruoqing spoke bluntly," I've seen many women like you who pretend to be white lotus. Now, you can leave. We need to discuss something with Big Brother. "

Her merciless words made Ann Xueyan's face turn green and red.

Damn woman, how could she be Jiang Lingyun's girlfriend?

She really wanted to tear her apart!

"Lingfeng..."

Ann Xueyan suppressed the anger in her heart and looked at Jiang Lingfeng.

"You can go back first."

Jiang Lingfeng was a little absent-minded. He still remembered Ann Xueyan's words in his mind. He tried to remember something, but it was to no avail.

"Lingfeng!"

Ann Xueyan's face alternated between green and white. She did not expect Jiang Lingfeng to not help her at all.

"What are you shouting for? Didn't you hear it? Big Brother wants you to leave."

Wenn Ruoqing quickly walked to the side and handed the thermos to Ann Xueyan, "Also, take this away. You don't have to pretend to be virtuous anymore in the future. Ms Wen has already been released. In the future, she will take care of Big Brother for us. "

"You..."

Ann Xueyan looked at Wenn Ruoqing's cold and arrogant manner and was so angry that her chest heaved up and down.

She pulled the thermos over and laughed in extreme anger, "Miss Wen, you are still not from the Jiang family? You don't have the right to tell me what to do. I am an old friend of Lingfeng. I can come whenever I want. You don't have the right to care."

Who did this Wenn Ruoqing think she was?

She has not even entered the Jiang family yet and she already thinks of me as the wife of the Jiang family?

If she married Jiang Lingfeng in the future, she would definitely tear her and Jiang Lingyun apart.

Ann Xueyan angrily left. Wenn Ruoqing waved her fist at her back and angrily pouted her red lips.

Jiang Lingyun shook his head and smiled, "Alright, don't be agitated. Tell big brother about the proper business."

"Ms Wen's matter is also the proper business. I can't let Ann Xueyan, this scheming b * tch, take advantage of the situation."

Wenn Ruoqing pouted her red lips and snorted coldly.

Jiang Lingyun smiled helplessly, "Yes, you are right. Alright, tell Big Brother about what you found out."

"I know."

Wenn Ruoqing pouted and looked at the silent Jiang Lingfeng. "Big brother, according to your description, I will let my people investigate in the neighboring city. Finally, I caught a suspicious person. This person told me that he and the other people who chased you were once Chung Rongjiu's subordinates. Back then, Chung Rongjiu was forced to leave the country because of your suppression and lost the power of Sea City. That's why they wanted to kill you in order to avenge Chung Rongjiu. "

Jiang Lingfeng was chased by someone in a car in the neighboring city, and he was severely injured. In the end, the car hit the fence and almost fell off the cliff.

If not for the fact that a car just happened to pass by and made those people not dare to act rashly, perhaps Jiang Lingfeng would have lost his life.

Hearing this, Jiang Lingfeng frowned and had a puzzled expression. "Why should I suppress Chung Rongjiu? I have a grudge with him?"

Wenn Ruoqing was speechless."

Jiang Lingyun was speechless."2

Alright.

Big Brother had lost a part of his memory.

They had to explain it to him again.

"Big brother, this is the situation."

Jiang Lingyun explained, "Back then, he poisoned your girlfriend's warm throat and made her mute. You wanted to help your girlfriend vent her anger. He collected evidence of him wandering around the grey area and forced him out of the country. Later, we even did it for Fu Yuntine... "

Jiang Lingyun told Jiang Lingfeng roughly what had happened during this period of time.

Jiang Lingfeng frowned and seemed to be deep in thought.

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