"Puff~" The solemn atmosphere was broken in an instant, and some people couldn't help but burst into laughter. Novels without pop-ups

This irony should not be too obvious. She and the cat must have that function...

Jon had a ferocious expression on his face and could not describe it. He stared at Ye Weilan with red eyes, wishing he could pounce on him and bit her to death.

She clearly had evidence, but she didn't take it out. She deliberately saw him like a clown. She first gave up Stephanie at all, and then cursed her biological father against her conscience, exposing his ugly and selfish style to the public. From this moment on, his political career was completely over...

Stephanie's sarcastic laughter was sharp and harsh: "Prince Warner's peach and erotic news was designed by him. The evidence was in my hands. This man did countless dirty things in private. I want as much as Jon's criminal evidence." At the end of the conversation, his tone showed a dead calm.

Jon's resentful eyes looked like her.

The two of them looked at each other from a distance, with hatred in their eyes.

Ye Weilan looked at the scene and touched her nose. Her eyes were quite innocent: "I didn't mean it, I really forgot..."

Jon spitted out a mouthful of blood, and could no longer calm down. He distorted his expression and took out a gun from his pocket, and the bullet slapped towards Ye Weilan's forehead.

The screams of women rang out in the hall, and the roars of the two presidents.

Qi Ye smiled coldly, hugged Ye Weilan's slender waist and flashed to the side. He couldn't see where the gun was coming out. His slender fingers slowly pulled the trigger.

With a "touch", there was a bloody look on Jon's eyebrows and the man fell straight down.

The bullet he came out was not nailed to the wall until now.

Ye Weilan looked at the corpse on the ground and stroked her forehead: "Why are you so unconscious..."

She really never thought of letting Jon and Stephanie die here, at most she could go to jail or something.

The first time she went out, she died. I really don’t want to admit that she was deteriorating.

The vice president looked at my son's eyes wide open and his eyes closed, and he looked like he was almost suffering from a myocardial infarction while covering his heart.

The cause of Jon's death is obvious to everyone, and infamous he has no reason to ask him for justice.

The vice president suppressed his resentment and lowered his head to the president beside him and said, "Sir, please allow me to bring this traitor's body back!"

The president seemed to have compassion in his eyes and patted his shoulder: "Young people will inevitably do something wrong, but Jon is too impressed. If he doesn't take out the gun, he will not lose his life. You are just a son, and you must take good care of your health in the future." Otherwise, your family will be completely defeated.

The vice president's blood pressure rose and he was almost so angry that he rolled his eyes. He waved his hand and the person behind him hurried forward and helped him walk out.

Duke Viken also said: "Sir, I am not feeling well. Please allow me to leave early for the dinner tonight."

The president nodded with a smile: "Go, I will send someone to inform you later on Stephanie's execution."

Duke Viken was also helped away.

Stephanie was pressed down and locked up temporarily. Jon's body was quickly carried away. The blood was cleaned up, and the smell of blood was covered with the fragrance of fresh flowers. The prosperous music and songs were regained.
Chapter completed!