Chapter 392 - 392 Song Qiyuan’s Bruised Face
The Tyrant Father's Pampered Daughter
392 Song Qiyuanâs Bruised Face
Song Qiyuan suddenly turned around, but Ye Siming was even faster!
He suddenly rushed down like a gust of wind and grabbed Song Qiyuanâs neck with his slender and strong palm.
He quickly pressed him down until the back of Song Qiyuanâs head was pressed against the pillar at the door!
The intense pain made Song Qiyuan extremely angry. âYe Siming! You barged into my house and injured my servants. What do you want?â
Ye Siming sneered with no lack of disdain.
âYou might as well ask yourself what youâve done.â
He grabbed Song Qiyuanâs collar and pulled him in front of him.
Although Song Qiyuan was a few years older than him, Ye Siming was actually a little taller than him.
As they got closer, Song Qiyuan could feel the murderous aura coming from Ye Simingâs body.
He happened to take a glance and realized that there was obvious blood on Ye Simingâs clothes and even on his sleeves.
Could it be that this guy had just killed someone and came to his house to go crazy again?!
Ye Simingâs tone was eerie and his eyes were filled with coldness.
âSong Qiyuan, we should reach a consensus. That is, wherever Gu Nuoâer is in the future, donât even think about making a move.
âIf anything happens to her, Iâll let you guys die without a burial place. If you donât believe me, feel free to give it a try.â
A hint of guilt flashed across Song Qiyuanâs eyes, but he still argued angrily, âWhat nonsense are you talking about? I donât understand at all. Who has anything to do with the little princess?!â
Ye Siming only sneered.
The assassin they had sent had caused Gu Nuoâer to fall into the water. Did the Song Family think that by silencing her, everything would be flawless?n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Ye Siming didnât obtain direct evidence, but he had his own way of punishing Song Qiyuan.
He let go and pushed Song Qiyuan back a few steps.
Ye Siming raised his eyebrows. âSince youâve brought a silver spear, letâs compete. Coincidentally, I have a lot of free time today. Iâm not afraid to spar with you.â
At this moment, the well-trained guards of the Song Manor ran over.
Ye Siming looked back and saw that. âYouâre all here? Then just attack together.â
He still had something on later.
Song Qiyuan had long wanted to avenge himself.
Not only did Ye Siming snatch his credit, but he also humiliated him!
He was going to beat Ye Siming up badly today!
He brazenly held the Silver Dragon Spear with red tassel tightly with both hands and gritted his teeth at Ye Siming. âYou said it yourself. If you lose the sparring, donât cry.â
After saying that, he suddenly thrust his spear.
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Song Quan paced back and forth in the study, but there was no news for a long time.
He wondered how Song Qiyuan and Ye Simingâs negotiations were going.
The manor was so quiet. Ye Siming must have been chased away.
Thinking of this, Song Quan sneered with his hands behind his back.
âHeâs just a brat who doesnât know how big the world is. Does he really think that he can do whatever he wants just because his martial arts are good? Itâs only right for him to be taught a lesson.â
Song Quan was completely confident that even if Ye Siming wanted to cause trouble, he would be pushed back by the well-trained guards.
After all, they were all soldiers of the Song Army in the past. They had been to the battlefield and experienced war.
However, he suddenly heard footsteps coming from the roof.
Song Quan frowned and looked up in confusion.
Suddenly!
Bang!
The roof tiles shattered and fell. Song Quan hurriedly dodged to the side.
A person fell to the ground in front of him.
Song Quan took a closer look. Wasnât this bruised and swollen person his precious son, Song Qiyuan?!
Song Qiyuan was already unconscious and his nose was bleeding profusely.
âYuanâer!â Song Quan was shocked and hurriedly rushed over to check on his injuries.
At this moment, a soft sneer came from the roof.