Chapter 345 Thank You for Your Respect

"What are you doing!"

Seeing that Fangfang was leaving with the young girl next to her, the old lady didn't dare to grab Jiang Ningning's arm and grabbed Fangfang.

"You bad beast, what are you going to do? You..."

Jiang Ningning didn't want to hear her acting out, "Didn't you tell Fangfang to take the money to pay off the debt? Fangfang went home to get the money."

The old lady's mouth was full of spittle. Xingzi's angry curses suddenly stopped and she looked at Fangfang in disbelief.

Fangfang grabbed the strap of her bag and glanced at Jiang Ningning.

Jiang Ningning gave her a comforting look and nodded towards her.

Fangfang said to the old lady, "Well, I'm going home."

The old lady immediately turned around and started talking to Zhang Yang, "Did you hear that? Your wife is getting money for you. What are you doing standing still? Hurry up and leave."

Zhang Yang almost lost his life.

I'm still worried now.

All I can think about is the moment I just fell from the roof.

He was scared to death.

My arms and legs were weak and I couldn't stand up at all.

The old lady muttered angrily and stepped forward to help him up.

They were going home. The people watching the excitement here were no longer busy, so they naturally dispersed in twos and threes.

The policeman told me to cherish life and live well, and then left.

Fangfang's family is in this community.

Room 303.

Upon entering, Jiang Ningning frowned and looked directly at a room with a closed door.

The old lady helped Zhang Yang to sit down on the sofa, turned around and asked Fangfang for money, "Where's the money?"

[No, is this old lady a little worried about her child? 】

[I don’t understand why Fangfang doesn’t get a divorce if she can make money on her own. 】

[Have you seen the photos on the wall? 】

During the barrage discussion, Jiang Ningning withdrew her cold eyes from the door and looked elsewhere in the room.

living room.

The TV wall opposite the sofa has been turned into a photo wall, with a lot of various photos posted on it.

In the photos, there are some group photos from school days.

The young children were wearing school uniforms, squatting, sitting or standing.

Jiang Ningning recognized Zhang Yang and Fangfang from their student days at a glance, "Are you classmates?"

Fangfang was worried about her son, but Jiang Ningning asked and answered anyway.

"Well, we've been classmates since junior high school."

The old lady answered with a look of pride.

"My son and my daughter-in-law have been in love since junior high school. They started in the second year of junior high school, three years in high school, four years in college, and three years in graduate school. I'm not telling you that they were childhood sweethearts."

After saying that, he urged Fangfang again.

"So how can you be so cruel and ignore Zhang Yang, and you still want to get divorced? He just can't make money temporarily, but it's not that he won't make money all the time. Go get the money."

After saying that, he pulled the bag on Fangfang's shoulder.

"I'm not telling you, you have more than 20,000 yuan per bag. You are so willing to treat yourself, why are you so stingy to Zhang Yang? Is there really someone out there? Have you hidden Xiao Le? You two have been together for so many years Why are you so cruel emotionally!"

Fangfang didn't want to say a word to the old lady.

Just ask Jiang Ningning, "Can you find my son?"

Jiang Ningning told her personally that she could find it.

All she wanted was to find her son.

Almost going crazy.

Jiang Ningning hummed and said to the old lady, "Why does your son owe money?"

Fangfang was furious and quickly answered for the old lady, "He lost money in business and owed a bank loan."

Jiang Ningning raised her eyebrows, "Then why are debt collectors blocking the door?"

Fangfang wanted to say, stop asking these questions and help me find my son.

Find me, Xiaole, and ask whatever you want.

or.

I don't care about these anymore, I don't care anymore, I don't care anymore.

I just want my son.

But Fangfang urged Jiang Ningning, and Jiang Ningning suddenly looked at Zhang Yang.

"You are lying. What you owe is not money from the bank at all. What you owe is loan sharking."

Fangfang was stunned and blurted out: "No, it's just money from the bank. I went with him at the time."

Jiang Ningning said word for word: "You went to the bank with him to borrow 100,000 yuan, and he said it would be used for business?"

Zhang Yang, who had been silent on the sofa with his soul wandering, suddenly got up from the sofa, pointed at Jiang Ningning and said: "Who are you? Get out of my house!"

After saying that, he strode out.

"I'm looking for Xiao Le. My son is missing. Why are you still here beeping? I'm looking for my son. Looking for my son. My son is missing. Xiao Le, don't be afraid. Dad is here to find you."

Zhang Yang seemed to be crazy.

Walk in stride.

Just as he was about to reach the door.

boom!

A loud noise suddenly came from behind.

No matter what is being discussed in the live broadcast room, the topic is highly unified.

[Smash it, smash it! 】

【Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up! 】

【I want to see, I want to see, I want to see! 】

Zhang Yang turned around sharply.

Jiang Ningning turned her wrist and stood next to the TV wall.

The originally good TV wall had a hole smashed into it.

The photo that was originally hung in that place was a family portrait of him, Fangfang and Xiaole.

Now the photo falls to the ground.

The photo frame was broken, the glass was cracked, and the smile of the person in the photo was torn into pieces.

Zhang Yang's heart beat violently, and the old lady rushed towards Jiang Ningning.

"What are you doing? Are you sick? Why did you come to my house to smash the wall? Are you crazy? You..."

For a moment, he rushed over and remembered the burning feeling when he was grabbed by this woman's wrist at the scene of jumping off the building.

No matter how angry the old lady was, she didn't dare to rush directly to Jiang Ningning.

But pick the soft persimmon and pinch it.

He turned around and slapped Fangfang on the face.

"What kind of vicious mind do you have to bring such a person to your home? What are you going to do! You and Zhang Yang have been in a relationship for more than ten years, and you don't even care about the relationship between husband and wife!"

【Holy shit! This old lady is really a bitch. 】

[Ning Ning, hurry up, punish her! 】

[I'm going to explode, where's my antihypertensive medicine! Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! I'm furious! 】

[Fangfang, are you an idiot? Don’t you know how to hide? Ah, I'm really going to get mad! 】

The live broadcast room was filled with angry howls.

The moment Fangfang was slapped.

Jiang Ningning reached into the hole that was smashed and took out something.

Zhang Yang's expression changed drastically and he turned back, "Put it down! Put it down!"

Jiang Ningning raised her eyebrows and looked at him, "What is this?"

Fangfang's face turned red after being slapped by the old lady. Regardless of the pain, she stepped forward, looked at the plastic bag in Jiang Ningning's hand and asked, "What is this?"

Zhang Yang was furious and wanted to take the bag back.

He stretched out his hand for a moment, and his pupils trembled.

She looked at the mobile phone on Jiang Ningning's chest in surprise, "Are you live streaming?"

He punched a hole in the wall.

Still live broadcast.

He almost stumbled and almost fell to the ground, "Are you the one doing the live broadcast to collect debts, Jiang Ningning?"

Jiang Ningning bared her teeth at him and smiled, "Thank you for your respect, so do you explain yourself or should I continue to smash?"

[Big fist is eighty, small fist is sixty. 】

[What nonsense are you talking about? Of course it’s smashed, otherwise your dads would make data charts for you!

【Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up! 】