Best Assassin Son-in-law

Soong Zhihsing, one of the policymakers of an investment firm with a billion dollars, has never been so insulted.    

The flames of fury were also rising. He was about to stand up and slap Jiang Feng on the face.    

Jiang Feng stepped forward and placed a seemingly light hand on Soong Zhihsing's shoulder. Let Soong Zhihsing sit back down on the couch.    

"I just said, since I asked for an apology. Don't regret it. "Since you think you can take it, then take it well." Jiang Feng said as he stretched out his hand to pick up the cup of tea that he had added, "You can forgive us after you drink this cup of tea. After all, you said it yourself.    

Soong Zhihsing saw Jiang Feng's intention and struggled to get up. But Jiang Feng's big hand seemed to have the weight of a mountain on Soong Zhihsing's shoulder. No matter how much Soong Zhihsing struggled, he was completely suppressed.    

Jiang Feng continued: "Since Director Song is so ungrateful. Then I'll have to offer you my tea myself. Otherwise, if you don't forgive me, it'll be hard for President Zhao to do it. "    

Soong Zhihsing saw that he could not struggle out of Jiang Feng's big hand. At the same time, he remembered that he was in the car downstairs, the driver that was said to be retired.    

Endure it for a moment, then we'll have this brat kneel on the floor and lick my shoes later.    

Soong Zhihsing thought for a while and said, "This brother, I was wrong. It's my turn to apologize. Not your apologies. I didn't explain it clearly. You guys have heard me out. "    

He didn't know why the other party was kneeling so quickly. Jiang Feng wasn't a person with a heart of gold. He did not stop his hands from moving.    

At this moment, even though he saw Soong Zhihsing's convinced look, Zhao Yixuan still stood up and tried to smooth things over, "It's all my fault, Young Master Jiang. Since Director Song has admitted his wrongs. Forgive him this time. "    

There was nothing Zhao Yixuan could do. After all, he still had a request for Soong Zhihsing. If he did, Jiang Feng would pour the tea into Soong Zhihsing's mouth.    

He was certain that he wouldn't be able to talk about the investment later. Soong Zhihsing would also use his contacts to suppress the expansion of the Liuzhou Hotel.    

Jiang Feng said nothing, just glanced at Zhao Yixuan.    

After being glanced at by Jiang Feng, Zhao Yixuan felt a little awkward, and was suddenly at a loss of what to do.    

On the other side, Soong Zhihsing had already sent a distress message to his chauffeur and bodyguard without Jiang Feng noticing.    

I miscalculated this time. I didn't think that Zhao Yixuan would have someone like him who didn't play by the rules. So he let the bodyguard wait for him in the car.    

However, since he had already informed the other party, he believed that he would be coming over very soon.    

Soong Zhihsing sneered, "Am I wrong? I'll tell you right now. Take your paws off your father's shoulders. "Otherwise, if my bodyguard comes up later, it'll be too late for you to beg for mercy."    

"You, a f * cking take-out brat, want to fight me with just the strength that comes from serving take-out products? Do you know how powerful my bodyguard is? Without mentioning anything else, just the salary that laozi gave him for a month is enough for you to give him a few years' worth of take-out. " Soong Zhihsing said in disdain.    

Seemingly being able to give Soong Zhihsing confidence by speaking like that, he continued to boast, "The special forces all know, right? I invited that guy over. But they were the special forces of the special forces. He had taken the weapon several times by himself. Not to mention other random honors. "    

As he said this, he wanted to straighten his back and struggle free from Jiang Feng's grasp. However, Jiang Feng was not moved by it.    

Soong Zhihsing looked up at Jiang Feng and said, "Kid, do you know why the army would be willing to let such a powerful soldier like him retire? Because he accidentally killed a soldier of the same rank as him. "    

He wanted to see the fear in Jiang Feng's eyes.    

But Jiang Feng just looked at Soong Zhihsing as if he were a fool and said, "You're a fool! You're still in my hands. Let's drink this cup of tea first! "    

Then, without waiting for Soong Zhihsing's reaction, he grabbed Soong Zhihsing's mouth with one hand and prepared to pour the seasoned tea into Soong Zhihsing's mouth with the other.    

"Tai!"    

He heard a gust of wind from behind him, Jiang Feng's hands did not stop moving. With a single kick, the player who was about to attack Lu Li was forced to take a few steps back.    

"Thump thump thump." The whole room felt a little shaky. It had to be known that this was a steel and cement building with tens of floors. How big was the guy that was kicked back by Jiang Feng?    

A single kick to defend the enemy did not hinder Jiang Feng's movements at all. A cup of tea with seasonings was poured into Soong Zhihsing's mouth that was about to burst out in cheers because of the man's arrival, flowing down his esophagus to his stomach.    

Zhao Yixuan had no idea what Soong Zhihsing was up to at first. He was clearly at a disadvantage, yet he dared to provoke Jiang Feng. As soon as Soong Zhihsing said it, Zhao Yixuan knew things were not going well. After being stared at by Jiang Feng, he no longer wanted to help out Soong Zhihsing.    

Just as Jiang Feng was about to pour water on Soong Zhihsing, the big guy that suddenly appeared was probably the special forces officer that Soong Zhihsing was referring to.    

In fact, Zhao Yixuan had some knowledge of Soong Zhihsing as a bodyguard. It was said that when Soong Zhihsing recruited this guy back then, seven to eight guys with rubber sticks were beaten down before they could even get into his body.    

Zhao Yixuan wondered how many moves Soong Zhihsing's bodyguard would be able to take under Young Master Jiang's hand. He needed to stand back up a bit to avoid being affected by the aftermath of the fight between the two.    

Who would have thought that when Soong Zhihsing, the bodyguard, arrived, he would see Jiang Feng pouring Soong Zhihsing a cup of tea. Suddenly, a punch was thrown at Jiang Feng, and Zhao Yixuan was about to remind him. Who would have thought that this giant, who seemed to be nearly two meters in height, would retreat at a faster pace than when he charged forward?    

Zhao Yixuan had not quite digested what he was seeing. On the other side, Jiang Feng had already poured all the tea into Soong Zhihsing's cup.    

Zhao Yixuan felt a surge of empathy in his stomach.    

This time, the blame was raised. Zhao Yixuan thought.    

Jiang Feng, who was treating Soong Zhihsing to a cup of tea, let the guy go.    

Soong Zhihsing couldn't be bothered about anything else. He quickly laid down on the sofa and spat out the rest of the tea in his mouth, followed by a pile of filth. The stench slowly spread through Zhao Yixuan's office.    

Jiang Feng walked casually to the side and pulled out a tissue to wipe the water Soong Zhihsing had been struggling to choke off.    

He waved his hand and slapped his own nose, "Not only does Boss Song's mouth stink, his stomach stinks even more. It stinks from inside out, so I'm afraid that not everyone would be so rotten. "    

Zhao Yixuan saw this, and the way Jiang Feng had looked at him, and knew exactly which side he should be on. He had already offended Soong Zhihsing to such an extent. Zhao Yixuan was too lazy to make amends. When he smelled the stench, he immediately opened up the office to his maximum capacity.    

Jiang Feng nodded in acknowledgment of Zhao Yixuan's cleverness. He could handle such a small situation. However, the smell was unbearable.    

It was not as if he had never encountered such a vile environment before when he was on a mission.    

It was better not to smell it. I don't have a fetishist who likes to smell.