Rose Kiss By The Wind 🌹💋🍃

Part 27

The train passed through one tunnel after another, and on the morning of the third day, they arrived in Kunming.

Jiang Dong Hai and Hu Yan were not in Kunming, but in a remote small county town.

He took the train, a long-distance bus and then a public bus and arrived at the destination in the evening.

It was drizzling and foggy.

The mahjong hall was dark inside, with all kinds of off-brand cars parked at the entrance.

A brand new black G-Class was parked right opposite the door, looking conspicuous and out of place.

The door of the mahjong parlor was half-closed, and the sound insulation was poor, so the voices of the people inside could be heard clearly -

"Hey, that big G at the door, whose is it?"

The man laughed: "It's Jiang Dong Hai's."

"What treasure did Brother Hai dig up when he went home?"

"I didn't find the treasure, but I found out that I gave birth to a good son."

Jiang Yao lowered the brim of his hat, bent down, pulled out a steel bar from the sundries at the door, picked it up in his hand, and weighed it. His blue hair poked at his brow bone, his expression was cold and evil, and he looked like a sword drawn from its sheath.

Ye Rou chased after him and grabbed the corner of his T-shirt——

Jiang Yao snorted, and without turning around, he pressed her head with his backhand, but his tone was gentle, completely different from his expression: "I know, no surgery. It's dirty inside, wait for me at the door for a while."

Ye Rou let go: "Okay."

Soon, Jiang Yao put one hand in his pocket and walked into the dark room, banging the steel bar in his hand on the door panel a few times.

The people in the room suddenly stopped laughing and looked outside in unison.

In their eyes, a boy of eighteen or nineteen years old, no matter how flamboyant and arrogant he was, was just bluffing. But Jiang Yao didn't give people that feeling.

He looked like a gangster at first glance, and he was not the kind of person who was easy to mess with.

"Who are you, young man?"

Jiang Dong Hai leaned back in his chair: "Oh, my son."

Jiang Yao leaned against the door frame, lowered his head and lit a cigarette, his whole face was in the smoke, and it was hard to tell whether he was happy or angry: "Jiang Dong Hai, you took 3.6 million from me, do you want to pay me back or go to jail?"

Someone at the next table laughed: "This kid, the son earns money for his own father to spend, and he comes here to ask for punishment."

Jiang Yao raised his eyelids, glanced at the man, stretched out his long legs, and kicked over the mahjong table in front of him.

The mahjong tiles and coins on the table were scattered all over the floor with a "crackling" sound.

The man was stunned for a moment.

Jiang Yao put one leg on the overturned table and glanced over with a frighteningly cold look: "What do you want?"

The man suddenly fell silent.

Jiang Yao bit his cigarette and turned to look at Jiang Dong Hai: "I'm asking you a question. What do you want to say?"

Jiang Dong Hai: "Jiang Yao, I'm your father, how dare you talk to me like that?"