Chapter 4

He Yiqing didn't expect that three years later, he Junshen would be so persistent, as if there were no other women in the world except her Mu Anyan!

He Yiqing looked at he Junshen with scarlet eyes in front of him and roared: "he Junshen! You're a jerk! I think you forget who is in charge of the he family now! Who does the huge SNZ belong to! You are just the eldest son of he Yiqing. Don't forget that you have a younger brother under you. As long as I say a word, you will have nothing! "

"Is it?" He Yun does not smile, and the sneer from the corner of his mouth makes people feel that the situation is not good. He looks at he Yiqing coldly and is indifferent to his threat.

"Master! Master The housekeeper rushed to he Yiqing, because he ran so fast that he almost fell to the ground several times.

"What are you doing in a hurry?" He Yiqing glared at the housekeeper and was quite dissatisfied.

"Sir, something's wrong."

"Yes, something happened. My son of he Yiqing is pointing a gun at me!"

The housekeeper glanced at the chilly Heyun, who was so scared that he could hardly breathe.

"Master, master, it's not this... Just now, the highest shareholder of SNZ has become a young master, and the master holds only 13% of the shares."

When he Yiqing heard the housekeeper's words, he could not stand still. His body was weak and he staggered a few steps.

Seeing this, the housekeeper quickly helped him. He Yiqing, who was originally pale, was already pale.

He Yiqing reached out and pointed to he Junshen in front of him, "you, what did you do to SNZ! He Junshen, you unfilial son

There was no wave in his expression. The sea breeze was the same, but the salty sea breeze had the smell of fire.

"My dear father, you are no longer singing."

"You... You... You took SNZ? You've been plotting to take SNZ, haven't you? " He Yiqing couldn't believe what was happening now. What he was most worried about was coming!

"SNZ is my pool."

He Yiqing couldn't say a word. His eyes were cracked. He was staring at he Junshen. The old man, who had been in high spirits just now, seemed to be in a state of depression.

If not for the help of the housekeeper, he Yiqing would fall to the ground next second!

In a hurry, he Yiqing finally collapsed.

"Master, master!"

He Yun deeply looked at his father who had fainted in front of him. He was still cold, thin lipped and told him, "Wu Yang."

"President he." Wu Yang stepped forward quickly.

"Don't let him die." He Junshen gave a cold command, and then moved his eyes to an Yan.

"Yes." Wu Yang nodded, then immediately ordered two bodyguards to lift he Yiqing down.

Anyan was completely frightened by the scene in front of her. She was in her twenties. She thought that this kind of thing could only be seen on TV, but now it's on in front of her eyes? What makes Anyan even more incredible is that she actually saw the real gun?

The winner of this duel is obviously... He Junshen.

"Cold?" He Junshen holds an Yan in his arms with his left hand. Then he hands Wu Yang the pistol with his right hand.

Wu Yang respectfully took the pistol, quickly took people down to work.

"He Junshen, what is the relationship between us?"

Such a sense of familiarity makes Anyan a little afraid of herself.

"You want to know what our relationship is, eh?" His handsome face approaches Anyan