Bai Ye in the living room adjusted his posture, his subordinates are gone, so he doesn't have to be so serious.

So lying on the sofa sideways, drinking happy water, and watching dramas, this kind of day is boring and relaxed.

When watching the heroine break into the royal hunting ground, Bai Ye thought it was very interesting... I'll continue to watch this drama tomorrow, it's not early, I need to rest, my skin has been a little dry recently, and the air here is not good at all.

Yawning, Bai Ye went to the bathroom to wash up, and then lay on the bed... I picked up my phone again and opened Douyin.

My dignified Demon Lord is also getting more and more depraved, and now I can't do without my mobile phone, and I must brush Tik Tok before going to bed, otherwise I feel that something is missing.

However, today's Douyin made Bai Ye frown.

Most of it is about herself and Xiao Qingxue.

Benjun actually became the mysterious husband of that woman!!

These well-fed humans who have nothing to do actually say that my dignified demon lord is her mysterious husband.

With her kind of attitude, she dislikes being a maid.

The more I look at it, the more unhappy it becomes, this woman uses the brilliance of this monarch to improve her status, which is simply outrageous.

Throwing the phone directly on the bedside table, Bai Ye took a deep breath, this woman's purpose is not simple, she must have thoughts about herself.

Benjun doesn't look down on you, so let's die of this heart.

Gradually, Bai Ye fell into a deep sleep, and actually had a dream.

In the dream, Hee-hee held his hand and let out a pleasant laugh, and there was a shadow next to Hee-hee, but he couldn't see it clearly.

Meanwhile.

An ordinary teahouse in Yanhai City, two-storey high, decorated with a retro style.

It looks ordinary, but there are a few luxury cars parked outside the teahouse, the most eye-catching is the Rolls-Royce, in the eyes of the Demon Lord, the logo of this car is not good, and it has a ghost.

In addition to the Rolls-Royce, there is also a Maybach parked next to it, but no matter what, the aura of the Rolls-Royce looks much higher.

And in a box on the second floor of the tea house.

A man in his 60s sits on a mahogany chair, and his craft at making tea is quite skillful.

Although this man is 60, he is not old, he looks like a middle-aged man in his 50s, and his hair is also dark and dark, but at such an age, there are still some signs of fortune, but those eyes give people a bad feeling, and they will subconsciously feel scared.

This man is Luo Hui's boss, Eighth Master.

Qian Bashun.

The rich people in Yanhai City basically know each other, and they all shout a word of eight masters to save face.

This Qian Bashun is also a powerful person, a young man from the countryside, who roamed in Yanhai City, started from scratch, and did his current position, it is not simple, and only he knows the hardships of this.

There are also many suit-wearing bodyguards standing around the private room, eyeing each other.

In front of the tea table, a man knelt on the ground and shivered, even though the temperature was very low now, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and his lips were chapped and bloodless.

"Mr. Tong, is the temperature of the air conditioner too high? Qian Bashun poured the best Tieguanyin and smiled slightly.

The suit bodyguard on the side took out a pack of tissues and threw it in front of Mr. Tong.

But Mr. Tong didn't dare to wipe his sweat at all, and even sweated more.

"Eighth master, I really didn't take the project money, it's wronged. Tong Shan lowered his head and trembled all over.

Qian Bashun paused, the cup gradually overflowed with tea, Qian Bashun chuckled, put the teapot next to him, picked up the teacup, and hissed: "Hot hands." ”

Tong Shan didn't know what Qian Bashun was going to do at all, and he was terrified.

Qian Bashun shook the teacup, picked it up again, blew it gently, and took a sip.

"This tea is good, do you want to try it?"

Tong Shan hurriedly said, "Don't dare." ”

"Mr. Tong, don't be like this, make me seem to be very bad, come on... Futong always sat down. Qian Bashun beckoned with a smile, I didn't know, I thought he was really a good person.

But everyone knows that this eighth master can't be provoked.

Tong Shan, who was so frightened that his legs were weak, was helped up by the bodyguards and sat opposite Qian Bashun.

"That's right, try the tea I made. Qian Bashun poured out the hot tea, and the water cup gradually overflowed.

Tong Shan's face was pale and he was short of breath.

"Don't overflow, the tea that was finally brewed, I hope that Mr. Tong will give face, and drink it in one gulp. ”

When the bodyguards heard this, they couldn't help but chuckle in their hearts.

But such a scene is still a small scene... But it's really torturous.

Tong Shan looked at the hot tea and hesitated.

"Mr. Tong, if you don't give this face, I will be unhappy. Qian Bashun smiled at Tong Shan, although with a smile, but those eyes were giving a contemplation of death.

Tong Shan hurriedly reached out and picked up the teacup, and as soon as he touched the teacup, he was caught by the soup, and subconsciously retracted his hand.

"Don't like the tea I made?" Qian Bashun's smile disappeared in an instant, and he asked in a cold voice.

"No... Nope... Don't dare..." Tong Shan said intermittently, stretched out his hand again, when he touched the teacup, the scorching pain made people twist, it was hot to the touch, and he had to drink it in one gulp.

Tong Shan is also out of the way, as long as he can survive, a sip of hot tea is nothing!

Muster up the courage and drink it all directly!

The whole person turned red, and the clothes on his body seemed to be wet.

"Okay! Mr. Tong will give you face!" Qian Bashun laughed again, and even applauded this, picked up the Zhonghua next to him and ordered one, and did not forget to send one to Tong Shan.

Tong Shan was also flattered, and his red hands hurriedly took it.

Taking a deep breath of smoke, Qian Bashun received lightly: "Mr. Tong, I don't have to pursue the matter of the project money." ”

As soon as he heard Qian Bashun's words, Tong Shan seemed to see the hope of life, and almost knelt down to thank him.

"Eighth master, it's not me about the project money..."

"Stop, stop, don't talk about your little tricks, isn't it just a bad gamble?" Qian Bashun said lightly, spreading the cigarette ash with his right hand.

Tong Shan's face sank, the eighth master actually knew this, but he went abroad...

"Take my money to gamble, you're the first. Qian Bashun admires this person very much, why is he so bold.

"Eighth master, I don't dare, I don't dare anymore, I'll make you a cow and a horse to pay off your debts. ”

Qian Bashun extinguished the cigarette that he hadn't taken a few puffs, and then said lightly: "Mr. Tong, the renovation of the old city is about to begin, this matter is very important to me, understand?"

"Understood... Got it. ”

"It's good to understand, I'm still very optimistic about your team, so I'll keep you, I hope you don't drop the chain again. ”