Transmigrating: I Married the Male Protagonist’s Uncle

Chapter 1308: The Song Couple (35)

Song Yiyan’s face darkened, she looked up and saw Han Ding running towards her excitedly. She gritted her teeth angrily, he was causing trouble!

“She’s Song Yiyan!”

“She’s lying, she must be Song Yiyan. I’m sure of it, hurry up and post it on Weibo.”

“She’s really the prettiest girl, she is so unrestrained and coquettish at the barbecue stall. I’ve learned something new.”

Han Ding had already run over with two big bags of food in his hands. “Boss, how can you not have me when you’re out for barbeque? I brought you two bottles of 1982 Lafite, let’s drink two?”

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that the atmosphere was a little abnormal. The cold murderous aura was directed at him, making him shiver.

Song Yiyan glared at him. Are you looking for death? Why did you have to come at this time?

It was fine if he came over. He had always been calling her Boss, why did he call her name today?

Seeing that more and more people were gathering around, Song Yiyan pulled Ji Xing and ran.

Han Ding did not know what was going on. When he saw his boss running, he followed behind him.

When the netizens saw that she had run away, a few of them chased after her in order to take more photos and gain more popularity.

Song Yiyan didn’t care anymore. After all, her reputation was already as bad as it could get.

Moreover, Ji Xing had quickly protected her just now. They did not manage to capture much of them, not even her face.

Han Ding followed behind, panting from the run. “Boss and Boss’ boyfriend, please slow down. There’s no one behind.”

He was old and couldn’t chase anymore. He caught his breath and wanted to continue chasing, but someone pulled him back.

“You’re with them, aren’t you? Are you a freeloader? Pay up!” The boss of the barbecue stall pulled Han Ding with a look of disdain and anger.

Young people these days are too dishonest. It was not easy for him to start a small business, and the food only cost one to two hundred yuan, but they still ran!

“Sorry, I ran off in a hurry. I don’t have any money on me.” Han Ding realized that he didn’t take his wallet and had forgotten his phone. He gave him a bottle of wine. “This is for you, it’s a 1982 Lafite. It’s enough for you to work at a barbecue stall for months.”

“Do I look like a retard?”

Han Ding shook his head. “No.”

“Unlike you, who lied to me. If you don’t pay me money, I’ll call the police.” The boss looked at the bottle of wine. 82 Lafite>?Why didn’t he say that it was 82 Sprite instead!

“This is really a 1982 Lafite. I was planning to offer it to my boss.” Han Ding sighed. Seeing that Song Yiyan and Ji Xing had disappeared, he panicked. “Why don’t you look for me at Thomas Residence tomorrow? My name is Han Ding and Tang Chen Residence is mine. I won’t be short of your money.”

The boss was amused by him. One moment he had a 1982 Lafite and the next he owned Thomas Residence. Were all liars so arrogant?

Han Ding had no choice. In the end, he brought the barbecue shop owner back to his car and gave him the money.

The boss looked straight at the wine in Han Ding’s hand. “Can you give me this bottle of wine? I don’t want the money anymore.”

This plainly dressed brother in front of him must be telling the truth. He drove a Rolls-Royce to eat barbecue! This wine was definitely a 1982 Lafite!

Han Ding smiled and paid. He threw the alcohol into the car and got in the car to chase after Song Yiyan and Ji Xing.

The boss stood on the spot with a bitter face. He wanted to cry but had no tears as he watched the luxury car drive away. He looked down at the 200 yuan in his hand and was filled with regret.

A chance to make a fortune was missed just like that. As the saying goes, one should not force oneself.

Just as Han Ding reached the entrance of the district, he saw Song Yiyan and Ji Xing standing by the side of the road, taking a taxi. He quickly stopped.

Song Yiyan saw that it was Han Ding and pulled Ji Xing into the car. “Let’s go to the Golden Garden. Hurry.”

Han Ding’s eyes lit up. “Boss, there’s work again?”

Song Yiyan didn’t know why he was so happy when something like this happened. She nodded. “Hurry up, or someone will die.”

She and Ji Xing had just escaped from the pursuit of those crazy people when they received a call from the fatty Ma Rongguang who blackmailed her wretched man for 100,000 yuan.

She had asked for one million, and the other party had sent the money over without any hesitation. From the commotion and his voice, they must have been scared out of their wits.

Golden Garden was a high-end community in Beijing. Han Ding drove a luxury car worth tens of millions and entered the community without anyone stopping him.

The hallway outside Ma Rongguang’s house was strangely quiet.

Standing at the door, she could clearly hear doors slamming after one another, as if something heavy was slamming against the door rhythmically.

In the strange and quiet night, the sound of the collision was even more terrifying, causing goosebumps to rise all over.

She could vaguely hear the man crying, as if he was extremely afraid.

Han Ding was a little worried. “Boss, the door is locked from the inside. We don’t have a key, why…”

Before he could finish his sentence, he heard a soft sound from behind the door.

Song Yiyan pushed the door open.

“You two wait outside!” Song Yiyan stopped Ji Xing and Han Ding.

Han Ding definitely believed in Song Yiyan. He stood obediently at the door, but he was curious as to what was going on inside.

The moment the door opened, he could smell the thick smell of blood, a fishy and iron smell.

Ji Xing wouldn’t listen to Song Yiyan. As soon as she entered, he followed behind. The moment he saw the scene in the room, his eyes turned cold. He stepped forward and grabbed her waist. He covered her eyes and said in a low voice, “Don’t look.”

Song Yiyan felt a warmth in her heart and her voice softened. “It’s okay, I’m used to it.”

Her eyesight was excellent, especially her night vision. She had already seen everything over there, but his actions still warmed her.

Ji Xing looked at the extremely bloody and cruel scene opposite him, his long and narrow eyes were full of vigilance, murderous and cold.

Blood was everywhere. Fresh blood covered the walls, doors, and floor, as if someone had dragged a body away.

On the ground, the woman who had framed him that afternoon was lying in a pool of blood. Her body was in an extremely distorted state, and he did not know if she was dead or alive.

Directly opposite the living room was a bedroom. At the bedroom door, a very beautiful woman was holding her head and banging it against the door repeatedly.