After Ou Boyuan got the shares, his prototype was finally exposed. Before Xia Lan’s bones were cold, he took Feng Yuqin’s mother to Ou Jia with great fanfare, and he himself participated in the company’s major and minor decisions as a formal shareholder.

After Ou Boyuan got the shares, his prototype was finally exposed. Before Xia Lan's bones were cold, he took Feng Yuqin's mother to Ou Jia with great fanfare, and he himself participated in the company's major and minor decisions as a formal shareholder.

Xia Zhengguo was depressed because of Xia Lan’s death and then became seriously ill.

Many things in the company are controlled by Oboyuan.

Obo had a business mind for a long time. In just half a year, he quickly gained a firm foothold in the company.

When Xia Zhengguo returns to the company after recovering from a serious illness, the situation is no longer under his control.品茶

At the age of five, Ou Porcelain was sent to the hospital for blood transfusion because of naughty fall. Xia Zhengguo discovered that Ou Porcelain’s blood type did not match Ou Boyan’s roots.

The master began to connect all the things that happened before, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong.

He called Ou Boyuan and wanted to know the truth. They argued that Central Europe Boyuan pushed his master up the stairs.

And master Xia broke down from overwork, and then he got angry and rushed to the ground and never got up again.

Unfortunately, he became a vegetable because he was sent to hospital from time to time.

Ou Boyuan justifiably took Xia Jia Company as his own. He felt that he had lost Xia Lan and always gained something, and Xia Jia Company compensated him.

This is why Ou Porcelain wants to take back the company after returning to China.

Because it was her grandfather Xia Zhengguo, not Ou Boyuan.

Yan Xiong once guessed these things.

But when the conjecture came true, the anger in his heart made him surge with strong rage.

Ou Boyuan looks personable on the surface. Who can imagine that his bones are so despicable?

Yan Xiong’s knuckles snapped, and then he took out the dagger he was carrying.

☆, Chapter 159 Living in hell

Obo’s heart position is a little off, isn’t it?

What if you poke him into a grate? Where else can we go?

Yan Xiong’s knife in his hand is like a demon screaming.

When the owner of the small clinic saw that the situation was not good, he quickly pulled Yan Xiong’s hand to persuade him to calm down, big brother? Scum like this, let’s not argue with him.

Then the boss kicked the old bedstead to sleep in Oboyuan, and the old bedstead made a creaking sound. The boss spat on the ground. Bah, I’ve never seen such a shameless man like you in my fifty years.

The boss felt Japanese and added, You’ve completely humiliated us men.

When Ou Boyuan told the truth, the boss listened with his ears up through a simple curtain when he was free.

Before the boss was an honest man, he took Obo in at a low price because he was poor and pitiful.

Now he hates to kick him to the gate to feed the dog.

If you don’t feed the dog, it’s cheaper for him.

He should be chopped to pieces.

The boss is still a wise man, but he is not impulsive.

He took one look at Yan Xiong and then at the knife in his hand, for fear that if he gets angry and his clinic kills people, then his business will never be done again.

Therefore, the first hand will drag Ou Boyuan from the hospital bed to the floor and then drag him by the collar to the door.

While walking, I didn’t feel at ease and turned back and said, Big Brother, if I come to clean up this scum, I’ll get your hands dirty.

Yan Xiong has been wandering around the rivers and lakes for many years and naturally knows what the boss means品茶. Instead of stopping him from going, he lost a stack of wornout beds in RMB.

When Ou Boyuan was thrown into the street by the boss, Yan Xiongcai stepped heavily on his lower abdomen.

Obo was sweating in pain, but he laughed.

Stretched out his hand and staggered, pointing to YanXiong face YanXiong you m will have a lot of holiness? You were the one who lost Xiaolan’s mother and daughter, and I was the one who cleaned up the rotten stalls for you.

He patted his chest vigorously. I have paid off the debt with this knife.

Yan Xiong is stepping on his penis. He is too painful to talk.

But he took a deep breath and continued to say, And Xia Zhengguo is lying in the hospital for Xia Lan. Your daughter is also me. I raised her. What have you been doing all these years?

Yanxiong’s eyes gradually became dim from Yinzhi.

Ou Boyuan was right. While Xia Lan and Ou Porcelain were suffering, he struggled for his career across Qian Shan.

He is also a selfish and cowardly man, and now he has no qualification to shift all the blame to Obo.

Yanxiong slowly loosened him.

Ou Boyuan is still panting and laughing like a bellows in his lungs. Do you regret it after Yan Xiong? My own woman and daughter can’t protect Xia Lan’s taste. It’s really jb cool品茶. I’ll never forget your daughter in my life. You should thank me for raising her without any crooked brains. Otherwise, I’m both her father and her child’s father …

Yanxiong screwed up his eyebrows and stepped on Obo’s face again to stop him from taking the call.

He knew that Obo was trying to provoke him, and he was bent on dying.

But it’s too cheap for criminals to die easily.

Yan Xiong made a cold call, and a few minutes later, a black Land Rover stopped at the back seat of the road, and the two quickly dragged Ou Boyuan into the car.

A driver came from the cab and respectfully saluted Yan Xiong, Yan Lao!

Yan Xiong is very light tone old rules

The driver nodded Yes!

The socalled old rule is to take Ou Boyuan to an abandoned warehouse to break his hamstring, then let several homeless people take turns to blow his ass, and then throw him at some bridge opening at will.

The wound will be treated slightly for himhe can’t move or die.

And this day will continue every day.

It’s worse than death. It’s living in hell

……品茶

Xicheng lingshi consortium president’s office

Ling Yikun and Ling Yicheng sat opposite each other, and both brothers looked a little gloomy.

Ling Yikun pointed to a pen and Ling Yicheng smoked silently.

Then the coffee table phone rang.

Ling Yicheng glanced at him.

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