Chapter 240: Don't Hit Sister

"How dare you act wild at the police station, you don't want to go out? We have our own rules for deciding cases, it's not your turn to shout in front of us!"

Jing Qian sat reclining on the chair like a second uncle, with Erlang's legs crossed, with that shape, he almost didn't have a cigarette in his mouth.

The corners of her lips have been holding a faint smile, looking enchanting and charming.

But those who really understand know that this is a harbinger of trouble for the boss.

Just as Jing Qian was about to speak, the door of the police station was pushed open.

It was none other than Jing's father and Jing's mother.

Seeing the people in the police station, Mother Jing was so angry that the veins on her neck bulged, and strode forward to Jing Qian, raising her hand involuntarily and slapped her.

"stop!"

Behind him, Father Jing screamed in fright, but he was still a beat slower. Mother Jing's hand was already waving down towards Jing Qian.

Seeing that the slap had almost landed on Jing Qian's face, a slender hand held that hand.

At the same time, Jing Jie's hand was holding that hand.

"Don't... hit my sister!"

Jing Jie was trembling with anger, and finally choked out a sentence.

"Don't hit her? She used to delay your homework, but now it's better, she's already married, and she even takes you to fight. Why can't I hit her?"

Come on, he looked at Jing Qian angrily and roared, "You know that Jing Jie is the heir of our Jing family and how precious his time is, why do you still bring Jing Jie to fight?"

"Sister Qian just came to our restaurant to eat, and saw that God J was beaten up to help. Sister Qian didn't invite God J at all, he was invited by me, but Wu Shengli always sent people to inquire about my side, As soon as God came, they came to attack us."

The little brother Malatang on the side quickly opened his mouth to defend Jing Qian.

"Shut up! You street vendor, I said that you are not allowed to be friends with our Jing Jie, can't you hear? If it wasn't for you today, how could a good kid like our Jing Jie be involved in this? Such a storm?"

After that, he scolded Malatang's little brother's mother like a mad dog: "The sons of the dragons, the phoenixes, and the mice burrowed in the ground. Do you know what it means to gather people together and divide things into groups? Do you know that your son ruined my son? If it wasn't for him, why would Jing Jie play games? Your husband won't take care of your children when you die, please don't let your children ruin my children !"

"You're not allowed to talk about my mother!"

Mala Tang's little brother's eyes were scarlet, and he had been patiently explaining that he had directly attacked Jing's mother.

"Look, you are the friend you made. He actually murdered me in front of you!"

"What's wrong with you? You deserve to be beaten."

Mother Jing had already pulled her wrist out of Jing Qian's iron pincer-like hand, and was now scolding people like a country.

Jing's father felt that as long as Jing's mother didn't let her anger at Jing Qian, it would be fine. As for Jing Jie, a friend who sells Mala Tang at home, he also feels that it is not suitable to make friends.

Who would have thought that Jing Qian's fluttering words would directly make the hot scene cool.

Even the police stared at Jing Qian in a daze, not expecting that this was something her daughter said to her mother.

"What did you say?" Mother Jing looked in disbelief. After all, the previous Jing Qian was absolutely obedient to her.

"You heard it clearly, why do you keep making me repeat it? One heir to the Jing family... If you didn't sell your daughter and earned 100 million, and the other party let your company tide over the difficulties, would you have property for your son to inherit?"

Mother Jing:  …