Chapter 604 The young master can hear his heart again! 20
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Shan Bu Yu Shi Er
Chapter 604 The young master can hear his heart again! 20
When Jinchen came in, those big guys were also looking at him.
Perhaps after taking a few glances, they realized that there was no threat. Several grown men looked at each other and walked around.
"Jinchen, right? I'm from your aunt's family, so I'm half a relative."
The bald man in the middle touched the shiny top of his head and casually made a connection, regardless of whether Jinchen believed it or not.
"Ah... aunt's house, what about you guys?"
Jinchen's expression remained indifferent and he looked at the other four.
Didn't take them seriously at all.
The ferocious smiles on several people's faces froze.
"You brat, are you pretending to be stupid?"
Scarface kicked the table and stared at Jinchen with his cloudy eyes, as if he would rush forward and punch him in the next second.
"Let me tell you the truth, your father owes us 500 million. Either you pay me back today, or I beat you until you are full of teeth!"
He took out an IOU from his pocket that was so blurry that the handwriting could not be read clearly, and a brand new one with Jinchen's contact information.
"We didn't expect that the old man, a stinky gangster, actually has a son! He is also prosperous in the city."
As expected, he was his father's creditor.
Jin Chen rubbed his eyebrows. He only had memories of this father from a few years ago. He ate, drank, whored and gambled every day. If his mother hadn't insisted on running away from home, he probably wouldn't have grown so big.
What makes Jinchen feel strange is why time is stuck so well. In the original plot, the original person went abroad and never had anything to do with his father again in his life.
Looking at the brand new note, Jin Chen's eyes narrowed slightly. It also included his current address. It seemed that it had something to do with the two protagonists.
"What the hell are you doing?"
Jinchen suddenly laughed and motioned to the property manager who had followed him to go out and close the door, "I'm catching up with these relatives."
"Okay, Mr. Jin, just contact us if you need anything."
The people who live here are not ordinary people, and the property manager is also well-informed. He immediately knew that Jinchen didn't seem to need help, and hurriedly went out and locked the door.
As long as people don't die here, that's fine.
"Hey, you're still a tough guy, don't you plan to give me money?"
The bald man wanted to come over and push him, but Jinchen dodged sideways, grabbed his collar and threw him to the ground. He was thrown so hard that his eyes were covered with stars. His head hit the corner of the coffee table and he couldn't get up for a long time.
Several others: "..."
wait!
Didn't the person who contacted them say that the scoundrel's son was powerless and just a psychiatrist with no brains and knowledge? .
[Host, a warm reminder, you have missed the time agreed with Lord God. He leaned on the balcony and turned into a watchman stone. 】
Jinchen's face changed slightly and his tone was cold, "Just go to whoever asked you to come here, and don't expect me to pay him back."
"Grandma's, I can't beat your small body!"
Scarface was still unwilling to give in and kicked him straight to the ground.
Five minutes later, all the strong men collapsed in the beautifully decorated lounge, holding their injured body parts and wailing.
Jinchen drew a card and threw it on the ground, with a cold voice, "Medical expenses, the money he owes has nothing to do with me. I'll come here to carefully cut off the arms and legs."
After saying that, he patted the specially decorated shoulder, put on his coat, picked up the cake and left, as if he had returned to his cold and elite appearance.
The bald man leaned in, held the card in his hand, and limped away with a few buddies, intending to settle the score with the man who contacted them.
"Wait a moment."
The property manager flashed over with a professional smile on his face, "Please ask a few people to compensate for the damage to the lounge."
He took a calculator and made a calculation. "The broken items include but are not limited to antique vases, gold nanmu chairs, and Italian luxury coffee tables."
"For the sake of Mr. Jin, I'll give you a zero. The total loss is 50. If you can't pay immediately, please follow me to the police station to go through the formalities."
Bodyguards with electric batons behind the property manager surrounded the gate.
Several strong men with criminal records: "..."
Going to the fucking police station is a dead end!
The bald man handed over the card given by Jin Chen with a slight trembling.
Coming out of the community, several grown men looked at each other, hailed a taxi and went to find someone to settle the score.
They are not men if they don't let this bad breath come out!
-
Jinchen hurriedly hurriedly arrived at Fu's house, but he was still half an hour late.
Xu Lizheng and Fu Zhenhua were sitting in the yard drinking tea. When Jinchen came in, she still nodded and smiled, but she was not as friendly as before.
After all what happened in the morning, Fu Zhenhua could understand his wife's change, but he just felt that she needed time to accept it.
Aunt Song, who was making tea by the small stove, glanced at Xu Li a few times and then at Jin Chen's back walking upstairs, as if hesitating for something.
"Master, I'm coming in."
Jin Chen knocked on the door of the study room. As soon as he opened the door and walked in, he saw Fu Muci standing in the entrance hall waiting. He didn't say anything, but his slightly pouted mouth and accusing eyes revealed his unhappiness.
Fu Muchi pointed at the wall clock, it was already ten o'clock in the morning.
"Cough cough..."
Jinchen touched the tip of his nose with a guilty conscience, then covered his shoulders and started to express his feelings.
〖I actually missed the scheduled time with the young master because of my injury. It really shouldn’t have happened. 〗
Injuried……
After Fu Muchi processed the information in this sentence, he didn't care about being angry anymore. He walked quickly and took Jin Chen's arm, with concern in his eyes.
"Hand, does it hurt?"
"Fortunately, I was blocked, but my shoulder hurts a bit."
Jinchen smiled and hugged the young master into his arms as he wished.
I had only been out for such a short time, but I was actually injured...
Fu Muchi asked him to sit down, and tried to lift up his collar to take a look. The bruises on his shoulders were obvious and dazzling.
The bruises were caressed by Fu Muchi, and the look in his eyes became darker and darker.
That's right, Jinchen should be locked up... Only by staying with him can you be safe and avoid being hurt.
The people outside are too scary, everyone talks the same thing and is extremely hypocritical. Every time Jinchen leaves... it means danger.
Fu Muchi buried his head into Jinchen's neck and hugged him tightly with his arms. His voice was very small, but he was surprisingly paranoid.
"Who did it...why?"
Jinchen happily hugged the young master and did not feel the pain of the bruise. He gently stroked his back and said casually: "I'm not sure, those people should be entrusted by others..."
He paused and hesitated for two seconds, "But it seems that the only people I've had trouble with lately are... Fei Yao and Ren Jiaming."
Jinchen always spared no effort to make the young master hate Fei Yao as much as possible, so as not to be used later.
It's just that he didn't seem to realize that he used his own injury to prove that he was using too much force.
Fu Muchi's movement of stroking in his arms suddenly stopped, and her delicate eyebrows were filled with gloom.
When Jinchen came in, those big guys were also looking at him.
Perhaps after taking a few glances, they realized that there was no threat. Several grown men looked at each other and walked around.
"Jinchen, right? I'm from your aunt's family, so I'm half a relative."
The bald man in the middle touched the shiny top of his head and casually made a connection, regardless of whether Jinchen believed it or not.
"Ah... aunt's house, what about you guys?"
Jinchen's expression remained indifferent and he looked at the other four.
Didn't take them seriously at all.
The ferocious smiles on several people's faces froze.
"You brat, are you pretending to be stupid?"
Scarface kicked the table and stared at Jinchen with his cloudy eyes, as if he would rush forward and punch him in the next second.
"Let me tell you the truth, your father owes us 500 million. Either you pay me back today, or I beat you until you are full of teeth!"
He took out an IOU from his pocket that was so blurry that the handwriting could not be read clearly, and a brand new one with Jinchen's contact information.
"We didn't expect that the old man, a stinky gangster, actually has a son! He is also prosperous in the city."
As expected, he was his father's creditor.
Jin Chen rubbed his eyebrows. He only had memories of this father from a few years ago. He ate, drank, whored and gambled every day. If his mother hadn't insisted on running away from home, he probably wouldn't have grown so big.
What makes Jinchen feel strange is why time is stuck so well. In the original plot, the original person went abroad and never had anything to do with his father again in his life.
Looking at the brand new note, Jin Chen's eyes narrowed slightly. It also included his current address. It seemed that it had something to do with the two protagonists.
"What the hell are you doing?"
Jinchen suddenly laughed and motioned to the property manager who had followed him to go out and close the door, "I'm catching up with these relatives."
"Okay, Mr. Jin, just contact us if you need anything."
The people who live here are not ordinary people, and the property manager is also well-informed. He immediately knew that Jinchen didn't seem to need help, and hurriedly went out and locked the door.
As long as people don't die here, that's fine.
"Hey, you're still a tough guy, don't you plan to give me money?"
The bald man wanted to come over and push him, but Jinchen dodged sideways, grabbed his collar and threw him to the ground. He was thrown so hard that his eyes were covered with stars. His head hit the corner of the coffee table and he couldn't get up for a long time.
Several others: "..."
wait!
Didn't the person who contacted them say that the scoundrel's son was powerless and just a psychiatrist with no brains and knowledge? .
[Host, a warm reminder, you have missed the time agreed with Lord God. He leaned on the balcony and turned into a watchman stone. 】
Jinchen's face changed slightly and his tone was cold, "Just go to whoever asked you to come here, and don't expect me to pay him back."
"Grandma's, I can't beat your small body!"
Scarface was still unwilling to give in and kicked him straight to the ground.
Five minutes later, all the strong men collapsed in the beautifully decorated lounge, holding their injured body parts and wailing.
Jinchen drew a card and threw it on the ground, with a cold voice, "Medical expenses, the money he owes has nothing to do with me. I'll come here to carefully cut off the arms and legs."
After saying that, he patted the specially decorated shoulder, put on his coat, picked up the cake and left, as if he had returned to his cold and elite appearance.
The bald man leaned in, held the card in his hand, and limped away with a few buddies, intending to settle the score with the man who contacted them.
"Wait a moment."
The property manager flashed over with a professional smile on his face, "Please ask a few people to compensate for the damage to the lounge."
He took a calculator and made a calculation. "The broken items include but are not limited to antique vases, gold nanmu chairs, and Italian luxury coffee tables."
"For the sake of Mr. Jin, I'll give you a zero. The total loss is 50. If you can't pay immediately, please follow me to the police station to go through the formalities."
Bodyguards with electric batons behind the property manager surrounded the gate.
Several strong men with criminal records: "..."
Going to the fucking police station is a dead end!
The bald man handed over the card given by Jin Chen with a slight trembling.
Coming out of the community, several grown men looked at each other, hailed a taxi and went to find someone to settle the score.
They are not men if they don't let this bad breath come out!
-
Jinchen hurriedly hurriedly arrived at Fu's house, but he was still half an hour late.
Xu Lizheng and Fu Zhenhua were sitting in the yard drinking tea. When Jinchen came in, she still nodded and smiled, but she was not as friendly as before.
After all what happened in the morning, Fu Zhenhua could understand his wife's change, but he just felt that she needed time to accept it.
Aunt Song, who was making tea by the small stove, glanced at Xu Li a few times and then at Jin Chen's back walking upstairs, as if hesitating for something.
"Master, I'm coming in."
Jin Chen knocked on the door of the study room. As soon as he opened the door and walked in, he saw Fu Muci standing in the entrance hall waiting. He didn't say anything, but his slightly pouted mouth and accusing eyes revealed his unhappiness.
Fu Muchi pointed at the wall clock, it was already ten o'clock in the morning.
"Cough cough..."
Jinchen touched the tip of his nose with a guilty conscience, then covered his shoulders and started to express his feelings.
〖I actually missed the scheduled time with the young master because of my injury. It really shouldn’t have happened. 〗
Injuried……
After Fu Muchi processed the information in this sentence, he didn't care about being angry anymore. He walked quickly and took Jin Chen's arm, with concern in his eyes.
"Hand, does it hurt?"
"Fortunately, I was blocked, but my shoulder hurts a bit."
Jinchen smiled and hugged the young master into his arms as he wished.
I had only been out for such a short time, but I was actually injured...
Fu Muchi asked him to sit down, and tried to lift up his collar to take a look. The bruises on his shoulders were obvious and dazzling.
The bruises were caressed by Fu Muchi, and the look in his eyes became darker and darker.
That's right, Jinchen should be locked up... Only by staying with him can you be safe and avoid being hurt.
The people outside are too scary, everyone talks the same thing and is extremely hypocritical. Every time Jinchen leaves... it means danger.
Fu Muchi buried his head into Jinchen's neck and hugged him tightly with his arms. His voice was very small, but he was surprisingly paranoid.
"Who did it...why?"
Jinchen happily hugged the young master and did not feel the pain of the bruise. He gently stroked his back and said casually: "I'm not sure, those people should be entrusted by others..."
He paused and hesitated for two seconds, "But it seems that the only people I've had trouble with lately are... Fei Yao and Ren Jiaming."
Jinchen always spared no effort to make the young master hate Fei Yao as much as possible, so as not to be used later.
It's just that he didn't seem to realize that he used his own injury to prove that he was using too much force.
Fu Muchi's movement of stroking in his arms suddenly stopped, and her delicate eyebrows were filled with gloom.
