Chapter 101: The Life of a Girl in the Flower Season

Yang Yiwen was taken aback, didn't care about the kicked eyes, covered his hot face, and looked at the chick on the bed in surprise.

This figure, this kung fu, this commotion, is it a thirteen and a half year old woman?

Pounce on your mother!

"This brother, you listen to my explanation......"

Yang Yiwen wanted to delay the time and wait for the hotel's security guards to come, no matter what, this hotel has a hard background, and it will definitely not let people do anything in the hotel and break the brand.

But the other party didn't seem to give him a chance to be wordy at all, closed the door, and came up with a burst of punches and kicks.

This one was a good fight, and it lasted more than two minutes.

It doesn't sound like a long time, but you know, how long is a boxing match? Unable to fight back, being beaten by a group of people for more than two minutes is enough to beat a person into a pig.

In fact, after the other party stopped, Yang Yiwen already had a demeanor that 'even his mother didn't know', a delicate face was bloodstained, almost disfigured, all over his body was bruised and swollen, and one right arm didn't know whether it was broken or dislocated, and it hung miserably to the side.

"You don't expect someone to come and help. I'm not afraid to tell you, my name is Hua Beirong, if you are not convinced, you can inquire about me, or you can go to the prince to complain to see if he should answer you. ”

The leader with a tattoo on his back was tired, and he walked towards the sofa with a big grin, took a few photos from his subordinates, threw them on the coffee table in front of Zhang Wenyi, and knocked Erlang's legs.

"Say, how to solve this matter, my sister, she is only thirteen and a half years old this year, you are raped and sentenced, do you know?" Hua Beirong glanced at the woman on the bed with a smile and asked Yang Yiwen:

"......Ahh Alas......"

Yang Yiwen didn't need to look at the photo to know what it was: after the gang entered the door, they took pictures of the bed for a while.

On the one hand, he called because it was really painful, and he didn't fake it at all, and on the other hand, he also wanted to clarify what was going on as soon as possible.

This woman met in a bar on Chinese New Year's Eve, and she took the initiative to hook up with herself at that time, and went to bed that night, and has been in contact since then, the other party is indeed young and very good at playing, so if there is nothing to do, she will carry her wife out to open a room.

But if you want to say that the other party is not yet fourteen years old, Yang Yiwen will not believe it if he is killed.

He is a reporter and has the right to speak, many bosses will invite him to eat, drink, prostitute and gamble, women have been to a lot, and the approximate grade can still be distinguished, according to his judgment, this woman must have seventeen or eighteen.

There are many girls who come out at the age of seventeen or eighteen, where can Yang Yiwen think of other aspects.

"Brother Rong, you have to help others make the decisions!" 'Sister' came up delicately and hugged Brother Rong's backbone.

Yang Yiwen's eyes widened suddenly, and where did that intimate posture look like a brother and sister, it was completely a concubine.

"Hehe, godsister, it's also a sister. Hua Beirong slapped her sister's buttocks, and then slapped the face of Yang Yiwen, who was kneeling in front of her, with this hand, and said with a smile: "Don't care about the details, let me tell you, she is really only 13 and a half years old." Tell me, how are you going to solve it?"

Yang Yiwen can also be regarded as a person who has been mixed in society, and he immediately understood.

What the hell was made by someone to jump as an immortal!

Who is it?

But now I can't figure out who it is, as a reporter, in order to attract attention, he has offended a lot of people, and there may be no one to instruct him at all, that is, Hua Beirong wants to knock himself out.

No matter which one it is, you can only pinch your nose and admit it, at least to overcome the difficulties in front of you first, and then find someone to find a way. Anyway, it can't be exposed, once exposed, even if the girl is not a minor, reporter**, her future will be over.

If it's really a minor, it's going to be jail.

"Brother Rong...... Brother Rong...... I was wrong, I was wrong. Yang Yiwen hurriedly said: "I will compensate for the loss......" said, crawled to the corner of the wall and dragged his pants over, and took out his wallet from his trouser pocket, "Brother Rong, there are three thousand yuan here......"

Hua Beirong's eyes widened.

"No, no, there is also a card with 100,000 yuan in it. ”

"Oh, 100,000 yuan, it's a lot of money to be a reporter. Hua Beirong's expression looked better, took the wallet, nodded with satisfaction, and smiled.

"Hehe, Brother Rong, let's make friends......"

Hua Beirong's face sank suddenly, and he slapped him hard: "Die on the street, don't give you face! My sister is worth 100,000 yuan? Do you know how much shadow you will cause to her, and you have ruined her whole life! Can the life of a young girl in the flower season be made up for by 100,000 yuan?"

The few little brothers who came with Hua Beirong couldn't laugh out loud, thinking to themselves, big guy, you are too good at. Isn't it you who gave Lily?

But his face was still stiff, and with Hua Beirong, a little brother said in a weird way: "Wow big guy, don't talk nonsense with him, cut off his tools for committing crimes, lest he go to harm other flower girls." ”

"Ah He's reasonable, big guy, the girls in the flower season should be left to us to be plagued by the old boys, he robs us of our jobs, we can't bear it!" said the other thug with a smothered smile.

"Well, it makes sense, the big guy really didn't teach you in vain!" Hua Beirong nodded seriously, pointed to Yang Yiwen's crotch, and asked seriously: "Big reporter, how much is your little guy worth?"

Yang Yiwen was about to collapse, and said with a sad face: "Brother Rong, you say a number, I will do my best to raise it." ”

Hua Beirong thought for a moment, stretched out five fingers and shook them.

"500,000?" Yang Yiwen said tentatively, the money could still be barely scraped together.

"Smack!" Hua Beirong slapped Yang Yiwen in the face, leaving five slap prints.

"Count it yourself, a finger print, a million!"

"Five million?!" Yang Yiwen exclaimed.

"Take the money in a week, otherwise the photos will be published online. You remember clearly, when the time comes, if there is a million, I will cut off one of your fingers. Hua Beirong twisted the cigarette butt on Yang Yiwen's face, and then got up to leave.

Yang Yiwen didn't move much - his face was swollen and numb, and he didn't feel much pain.

"Brother Yang, I'll go first, and when you give the money, we're still good friends. The younger sister threw a wink at Yang Yiwen, put on her coat and left together.

Yang Yiwen was stunned in the room.

Five years after graduating, he worked as a newspaper boy for the first three years, and he had no savings at all, so he began to run news reports independently in the past two years, and found a way for him to make money: He specialized in reporting on the so-called shady scenes, and if the boss of the other party was willing to spend money, he would give the money to Ping An; if he was unwilling, he would report it and change his reputation and achievements.

If this is the case, all the savings will be less than a million. Now that he has taken out five million at once, where will he find the money?

After thinking about it for a long time, he took out the phone and broadcast a number.

At the end of last year, a boss paid him to cover a party, and gave him 500,000 yuan in cash afterwards.

The person targeted is a big man in the domestic business circle, and the person who hired him to do this thing definitely doesn't want to be exposed, so he uses this as a threat, maybe he can help raise some money.

The phone rang, and a calm voice came to mind on the other end: "Hey......"

At the same time, a listening device installed on Yang Yiwen's mobile phone sent out a message and transmitted the number to a certain terminal. Yang Yiwen couldn't have imagined that 'sister' put such a thing in his mobile phone on the first day she slept with him.

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