unparalleled son-in-law

Song Yan was stunned.

Song Qingpeng's retribution came so quickly?

The screams resounded.

Song Qingpeng also rolled on the ground at the same time, calling for help.

"It's this black snake acting as a demon again." Chu Chen rushed up and kicked Song Qingpeng's ass hard a few times.

Song Qingpeng screamed like a pig.

"Chu Chen, stop." Song Muyang rushed over aggressively, followed by several bodyguards.

Song Muyang glanced at Song Qingpeng who was screaming and wailing on the ground, his eyes burst out with anger, "Hit me."

Several bodyguards rushed over

"I'll see who dares to touch him." Song Yan snorted, "Chu Chen is the son-in-law of the Song family, whoever dares to touch him, get the hell out of the Song family."

The faces of several bodyguards changed a few times.

"A mere son-in-law who came to visit, I want to teach you a lesson, is there a problem?" Song Muyang looked fierce, and approached Chu Chen, if no one dared to make a move, then he would personally teach him a lesson.

"Second Master Song, don't get me wrong, I'm saving him." Chu Chen's expression was calm, "Brother Peng's ass was bitten by a snake. I stepped on those feet in the past and killed the snake. Otherwise, who would Knowing whether this little black snake will sneak in, the consequences are unimaginable."

Song Muyang's expression darkened instantly.

"Ah!" Song Qingpeng was about to faint from the pain, and the excruciating pain made him a little unbearable, "Quickly ask Second Brother to save me."

Chu Chen narrowed his eyes slightly.

He seemed to know that the owner of the Black Witch Spirit Snake was gone.

Song Muyang strode up, saw the dead black snake on the ground, his face changed, he immediately hugged Song Qingpeng and left.

"Wife, let me just say, he will have retribution." Chu Chen said with a smile.

Song Yan took a look, "It's strange, why the second uncle went home."

"Maybe Second Master Song has some ancestral elixir that can suppress snake venom." Chu Chen casually opened the video he had recorded and glanced at it.

Song Yan has gradually become accustomed to believing half of Chu Chen's words.

The villa opposite Song Lake, the lobby on the first floor.

Song Qingpeng's screams did not stop. Song Qinghe walked down the stairs and walked quickly to Song Qingpeng, his face changed, "Where did you get bitten by the spirit snake?" Ever since the black witch spirit snake bit Ye Shaohuang, Song Qinghe Completely lost contact with the spirit snake.

"It's by the lake." Song Qingpeng's voice was trembling, his lips were bleeding, "Second brother, help me detoxify the snake quickly."

Song Qinghe's own spirit snake, it is naturally easy to undo the snake's poison.

After the snake venom was removed, Song Qingpeng heaved a long sigh of relief and sat down on the sofa.That piercing pain made life worse than death, no wonder even Ye Shaohuang couldn't bear it and rolled all over the floor.

"Where is the spirit snake? Take me there." Song Qinghe was a little anxious. It was not easy to cultivate a black witch spirit snake. He only had one black witch spirit snake in his hand, and that was his darling.

Song Qingpeng's expression flashed fierce and angry, "I was trampled to death by Chu Chen, second brother, look at the back of my butt, there is still blood from the spirit snake."

Song Qinghe's fists were clenched suddenly, anger surged, "Chu Chen, how dare you kill my spirit snake."

"It's very simple to deal with Chu Chen." Song Muyang didn't take it seriously, and said instead, "It's good that Qing Peng is fine now, and I have some good news for you. Your elder brother has successfully won the heart of Miss Huang's second lady. Master, I will see your elder brother this morning."

"That's great." Song Qingpeng even forgot the pain in his buttock wound, jumped up all of a sudden, extremely excited, "Next time I see Miss Huang's second, I can call you sister-in-law."

"Song Xieyang's family is full of thoughts of climbing up to the Ye family. I'm afraid they would never have imagined that we will marry the number one rich family in Chancheng soon." Song Muyang was obviously in a good mood today. He just walked over just thinking In front of the old man, mentioning this happy event, he did not expect to meet Song Qingpeng who was bitten by a snake.

The Huang family in Chancheng has the reputation of 'the No. [-] wealthy family', and it has been prosperous for a hundred years.

In recent years, the Huang family has become even more open-minded, developing more and more rapidly. There is even a saying that as long as there are people in Chancheng, there will be Huang's property.

Huang Jianghong, the old man of the Huang family, aftershocks of stomping his feet can affect the people in Yangcheng nearby.

Wearing a white practice robe, in the study, two servants of the Huang family opened a picture

"It's unsightly." Huang Jianghong sighed, waved his hands, and his eyes showed disappointment.

He faced the collection of young people in the city, and wanted to take this opportunity to appreciate the pen and ink of various families in the city.

However, the results were not as expected.

"Handwriting is like a person." Huang Jianghong shook his head.

At the door of the study, a young man in black, with eyebrows like swords and eyes like cold stars, strode in with his head held high, "Grandpa."

Huang Jianghong waved, "Yuhai, you came just in time, let's accompany Grandpa to read these words."

The young man is Huang Yuhai.

Among the many young descendants of the Huang family, Huang Yuhai was not the most outstanding. However, a few years ago, Huang Yuhai was favored by an expert and joined the mysterious sect, which made Huang Yuhai's status in the Huang family improved a lot.

"Before I came back, I heard that Grandpa was collecting young people from all over the city." Huang Yuhai said, "Under Master's careful teaching in the past few years, my calligraphy skills have also greatly improved, so I specially wrote a picture and came back. Grandpa, please appreciate it."

"Open it and have a look." Huang Jianghong's eyes lit up. He has been both civil and military all his life, and he is especially obsessed with kung fu pen and ink.Now, Huang Yuhai obviously has these two qualities.

Full of confidence, Huang Yuhai asked two servants to open this painting.

He is confident.

This painting was personally given by the elders of the teacher's school before he returned home.

It must be selected as 'green', and it will shine at the climax of the ceremony.

"Good calligraphy." Huang Jianghong really admired again and again, and looked at Huang Yuhai with a little more appreciation, "Yuhai, I really didn't expect that your calligraphy skills have reached this level. Wu, few people can stand shoulder to shoulder with you."

Huang Yuhai was secretly happy, and his face was extremely humble, "Yuhai is still far behind."

Huang Jianghong laughed, full of arrogance, "I, a member of the Huang family, don't need to be so modest, just take a look, the words sent in the past two days are simply unsightly compared to yours."

As he spoke, Huang Jianghong casually picked up a piece of writing and asked his servants to open it.

"Look, the words written by these people are simply graffiti." Huang Jianghong's eyes glanced, his words stopped abruptly, and he froze for an instant.

When Huang Yuhai looked over, his mind was also shocked, and he lost his composure, "Huangtu Baye is talking and laughing, and he is too drunk in his life."

There was a sudden silence in the study.

moment.

Huang Jianghong took a few steps forward and read every word. The sky was full, his eyes glowed, and he was extremely excited, "Good! Good! That's great!"

He stared at the words with fiery eyes.

He faced all the young people in the city, and what he was looking for was such a picture.

This line of words fully interpreted the feeling he wanted to show.

Now Huang Jianghong feels that, except for this painting, everything else is graffiti, including the one Huang Yuhai took out, which is far from being comparable.

Huang Yuhai had the urge to vomit blood, and within a second of being happy, he was hit head-on.

He kept taking deep breaths, his expression changed, gloomy and uncertain, and his eyes inadvertently fell on the bottom of the picture, "Song family, Chu Chen."