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Chapter 167 This is the house demolition

The sound of applause rang out, and everyone present was stunned.

The distance was far and the two of them deliberately lowered their voices, so they didn't know what Fang Chi and Song Jingshen talked about. They only saw Fang Chi suddenly slap Song Jingshen hard.

The once elegant, upright, and inviolable committee was now slapped in the face...

For a moment, everyone stood there in a daze, staring at that side.

Under the morning glow and sunlight, both of them were equally handsome and outstanding. It should have been a very pleasing scene, but now the atmosphere was tense and chilling.

Song Jingshen's handsome face was knocked to one side. Fang Chi stared at him with disgust and aversion: "It seems that the upbringing of the Song family is not that good!"

"It's not clear who is so despicable as to harass others without any status or position and touch other people's things."

Song Jingshen slowly turned over, his delicate and narrow phoenix eyes were cold and sharp.

Fang Chi was not afraid at all, staring coldly: "It's only natural for me to pack up my fiancée's things."

"It doesn't matter if the Song family can't teach you a lesson, society will teach you a lesson."

"Mr. Song San!"

"Pa——" Another crisp slap sound.

Everyone shuddered suddenly, trembled with fear, lowered their heads silently, and dared not look again, and walked out of the office with very light steps.

Feng Lan was the last one to arrive. When he reached the door, he considerately turned on the fogging setting on the glass wall and then gently closed the door.

"You guys..." The people who were on duty stared blankly at the large group of people who seemed to be kicked out and standing there as punishment, "Aren't you going in?"

As he was about to go in, Feng Lan stopped him and told him with a smile, "I'm working outside today."

This kind of scandal of fighting between the top noble heir and the young master...

Feng Lan looked towards the elevator thoughtfully.

It’s for Yu Ge.

Feng Lan lowered his head, opened the communicator and sent a message.

The atmosphere in the receiving office dropped to freezing point.

Song Jingshen stared at Fang Chi coldly and took back his hand: "Mr. Fang, do you think you are qualified to educate others?"

His posture was still elegant and dignified, but he had completely shed his gentle outer coat and released his sharp and cold aura.

"Whether it's because he has accomplished nothing in government affairs, or because he has to rely on his mother and sister to be arrogant,

Her bright red lips parted slightly, her deep eyes fixed on the young man in front of her. Even though a red and swollen slap mark appeared on her jade-like and gentle face, it did not detract from her beauty.

Fang Chi's eyes turned red.

Song Jingshen was still looking down at him, seeing him covering his face and pretending to be a green tea girl, his inner resentment grew stronger and his voice became heavier.

"Or he doesn't know how to handle household chores and can only order others around."

"Everything is just like your morality," she looked at him with contempt in her deep eyes, and raised an arc at the corners of her lips in contempt, "It's lowly and mean, and worthless!"

After he finished speaking, Song Jingshen vented his cold and stagnant anger wantonly, and the two of them confronted each other.

Suddenly, Fang Chi smiled, and with his slender white hands he pulled the insulation bag over, looking at Song Jingshen with pity: "So what? You are a capable Commissioner Song!"

"What Yuyu took away was the cooler bag I prepared, and the fiancé next to her was also me."

"I am the only one who can kiss her forehead in the morning without being rejected."

"If I can't accomplish anything in government affairs, I can take care of my family wholeheartedly. I don't know how to do housework, but I can draw and dance to cheer up my wife who is tired after get off work."

"Commissioner Song is so capable," Fang Chi said sarcastically, "I guess your girlfriend loves you very much, right?"

This sentence directly pierced Song Jingshen's anxious heart of the past few days.

So was Xiaoyu's indifference towards him all because Fang Chi was sowing discord behind the scenes?

What did he say?

What on earth did this bitch say to Xiaoyu!!!

Bitch, bastard!

Song Jingshen stared at Fang Chi expressionlessly, roaring with mad and furious murderous intent.

Fang Chi was not in a hurry. He picked up the thermal bag in his hand, moved it above the trash can, and looked at Song Jingshen with a smile.

Then, let go.

"Boom-"

There was a dull sound, and the light yellow insulation bag fell into the dark bucket.

The breakfast he had prepared all night was thrown into the trash can by Fang Chi.

Song Jingshen quietly looked down at the thermal bag, then looked up at Fang Chi. His eyes were empty for a moment, then focused on Fang Chi's face.

The next moment, the fist hit that fair and pure face fiercely.

How despicable and disgusting!

Song Jingshen threw punch after punch fiercely.

After being punched twice in a row, Fang Chi reacted, did a light backflip, jumped directly behind the table, grabbed a chair and smashed it over.

After Feng Lan sent the message, he was punished to stand in the corridor with everyone else. People passing by gave him strange looks. Some asked questions but were met with euphemisms in which they shook their heads and waved their hands.

Who dares to say it?

The man curled his lips and was about to leave in disappointment when suddenly a loud crash was heard in the office.

"Wow—"

"boom!"

"Boom--boom!"

The man listened for a while and looked at everyone in confusion: "Are you standing here because the interior is being renovated?"

As he spoke, he asked in confusion: "Does Committee Member Song know about this? Did he approve it?"

He knows, he is the decorator.

Aren’t he and Young Master Fang the ones doing the decoration inside?

Feng Lan held his forehead, sighed deeply, turned his head and looked at the people around him: "Go downstairs and shout——"

She paused for a moment and said, "Call Officer Fang Xulan up."

The man also knew the seriousness of the matter. After responding in a low voice, he turned around and left quickly.

Someone from another office reminded Feng Lan, "Commissioner Feng, tell the workers inside to keep the noise down so as not to disturb Commissioner Song."

How to remind?

When Feng Lan thought about the mess he would have to clean up later, he let out another deep breath, turned around and smiled:

"Mind your own business and go back to your office and do your job."

The elevator dinged and slowly opened. The person who had gone downstairs came up and ran to Feng Lan: "Commissioner Feng, I called someone up."

Feng Lan nodded approvingly and looked back. A tall and strong figure walked towards him steadily. The closer he got, the clearer his cold and handsome face became.

"Did you call Special Inspector Shen?"

The man nodded: "Yes, Director Fang didn't come, and I didn't dare to call the directors and councillors. It happened that Special Governor Shen passed by, so I..."

Before he finished speaking, Shen Du had already walked over and stood still. His tall figure was extremely oppressive. "He said you had something urgent to do. What was it?"

As he spoke, his cold eyes swept across the corridor: "Do it here--"

"boom!"

Before he could finish his words, there was another loud bang from the closed office door.

Shen Du's face darkened. When he was about to push the door open, Feng Lan stepped forward and blocked the door. "It's being renovated inside. It's very dusty. Special Inspector Shen is not allowed to enter."

Shen Du sneered: "Is this renovation? This is demolition of the house."

Whether it was the noise of renovation or the noise of fighting, Shen Du, a first-level special inspector, knew it best.

Without even blinking, he pushed Feng Lan aside and walked in.