Tyrant Son-in-law

The woman glanced at Hu Yiming through the rear mirror before quickly starting the car.    

Hu Lei, who was in the clubhouse, kicked the monitor in the monitoring room.    

"You really are a bunch of trash. Even though he's crippled, you guys are still able to escape." Hu Lei said with hostility.    

His subordinates lowered their heads, not daring to utter a single word.    

"What are you doing here? Hurry up and chase him! Find him! If you're alive, meet him! If you're dead, see his corpse or I'll skin you alive!"    

Hu Lei's men immediately felt goosebumps rise all over their bodies because Hu Lei's words were not an adjective, but a verb.    

Compared with Hu Lei, Hu Binn was like a socialist youth, but Hu Lei was good at hiding.    

The woman who left with Hu Yiming wasn't afraid of Hu Yiming at all. She picked up a piece of gum and started eating. Then, she glanced at Hu Yiming and said, "Want to eat?"    

Hu Yiming looked at her expressionlessly. He slowly lowered his hand from her neck. He looked around and saw that Hu Lei's men did not catch up to her.    

He then said, "Put me down here."    

The woman glanced at Hu Yiming through the rear mirror with a faint smile: "You got on my car, how can you get off so easily?"    

The woman was actually very beautiful, and this kind of beauty was recognizable, bringing with it an exotic charm. However, Hu Yiming was wholeheartedly running for his life right now, so he paid attention to what she looked like.    

Hu Yiming didn't waste time talking and grabbed the woman's neck from behind once again. On the girl's originally white neck, a bloody finger mark appeared.    

Gradually, the woman felt suffocated, but she had no intention of stopping the car.    

"Stop the car, or I'll strangle you." Hu Yiming snapped.    

However, the woman didn't pay attention to Hu Yiming's threat. Instead, she chuckled lightly. Through the rear mirror, she looked at Hu Yiming with a smile that was not a smile.    

It was actually a crazy woman like Zhuh Yang. Hu Yiming swore in a low voice, let go of the woman's neck, and raised his leg to kick open the car door.    

The woman looked at Hu Yiming, who was sitting there in vain. Then, she casually took out a small pink bottle from her pocket and held her breath.    

It spurted towards the back, and by the time Hu Yiming realized it, it was already too late.    

When the woman saw Hu Yiming fall, the corner of her mouth hooked up into a sneer.    

When Hu Yiming woke up again, he felt warm all over his body. Then, the scene of Yue Yihan's office explosion appeared in his mind.    

Then, he woke up, panting heavily, cold sweat on his face. He held his chest tightly, even though he knew that nothing would happen to Yue Yihan. Everything was arranged by him, everything was fake, everything was going according to plan.    

Hu Yiming's heart couldn't help but tighten when he saw that scene.    

That's right, everything was planned by Hu Yiming. It was planned long ago in Macau. Regardless of whether he was in the provincial capital or not, the outcome would still be the same.    

Yue Yihan had already been moved to a safe place, and those effects were merely something he did beforehand to stun Hu Lei.    

Although Hu Yiming thought this way, he was still a bit panicked. He would not feel at ease unless he heard Yue Yihan's voice.    

So, Hu Yiming looked around for his phone. At this moment, he found that the wounds on his body had been treated, and even the bullets had been taken out.    

The other side handled it very well. Hu Yiming only felt a slight pain from the wound.    

"You're awake?" A woman in a white dress, holding a big wave, touching her red lips, and holding an old-fashioned cigarette gun, took a drag from time to time and slowly walked in. It was the woman that Hu Yiming kidnapped at the venue.    

If you looked closely, it actually looked a bit like Audrey Hepburn.    

"Where is this place? Who are you?" Hu Yiming looked at the woman vigilantly.    

"You just look at your savior." Luo Yiren looked at Hu Yiming with her peach blossom eyes and a faint smile. She gently took a puff on her cigarette and blew the smoke onto Hu Yiming's face.    

With an indescribable temptation.    

Hu Yiming looked around the luxurious room and carefully sized up the woman in front of him. His eyes gradually became incredulous.    

It couldn't really be her, right?    

"You're Luo Yiren?" Hu Yiming asked uncertainly.    

Luo Yiren laughed softly, "You finally recognized me."    

"Offending Miss Luo is my mistake. I will never forget Miss Luo's great saving grace." One of the top families in Luo Family in Shang Jing. It's just that after so many years, they have never participated in a fight that was seen by the Wealthy Class.    

The main reason why he kept such a low profile yet didn't dare to take note of Luo Family was because Luo Family had a huge influence abroad. In fact, his relationship with a certain noble family in a foreign country wasn't ordinary.    

For the other Wealthy Classes in Shang Jing, unless they wanted to cut off their future overseas markets, no one would care about Luo Family.    

However, everyone knew that there was a young miss in Luo Family, who had a beauty that could topple nations, and was a first class beauty with outstanding abilities. At such a young age, she could control more than half of the business of Luo Family.    

The only downside was that Luo Family Mistress liked to smoke cigarettes, and she also smoked those kinds of smoke guns.    

"You speak so elegantly, don't you feel a bit sour about your teeth?" Luo Yiren took a slow drag on her cigarette. Her words also had an alluring quality to them.    

Her beauty was similar to Zhuh Yang's. It was something people couldn't forget just by looking at her. However, Zhuh Yang's beauty was aggressive while Luo Yiren's was alluring.    

Perhaps because she was tired, Luo Yiren's left leg was resting on her right leg. Her skirt was lifted up, revealing a large portion of her snow-white skin.    

Hu Yiming swallowed his saliva. He couldn't help but think of the Greek legend, Iris. The woman who triggered the colorful war.    

Luo Yiren said casually. Who knew how many men would follow after her.    

Unfortunately, compared to Yue Yihan, it was still a check. If Luo Yiren was Erishi, then Yue Yihan was Athens. It was so beautiful that no one could have any evil thoughts. It carried a noble and holy feeling.    

"I never thought that the successor of Hu Family would have his mind wander."    

Hu Yiming realized that he was being rude and smiled awkwardly: "Sorry."    

Luo Yiren looked at him contemptuously. She initially thought that he was different, but she didn't expect him to be so ordinary as well.    

"If you really want to repay me for saving your life, then use ten percent of your Hu Family in exchange." Luo Yiren said lightly, as if she had asked for ten cabbages.    

"My life really isn't that valuable." The 5% stake in Hu Yiming could make Hu Lei pay 50 billion and kill Hu Yiming without hesitation.    

Putting aside the fact that the shares of the Hu family could only be inherited by the Hu Family people, just this ten percent of the shares alone was enough to cause chaos in the entire Hu Family.