"Toot toot", Shang Yu's mobile phone rang for a long time and no one answered, Xia Didiu dialed Mommy's mobile phone again, but no one answered either.

The little guy only remembered these two phone numbers, but he couldn't get through either!

Handing the phone back to Huang Jie, the little guy's head drooped down, he was very unhappy, and walked to the living room in a daze, climbed up the sand and sulked.

Nobody thinks of him! Not a single one! It's not good to go back, they're good!

The beautiful child sat on the sofa with tears in his eyes and a pouted mouth and was silent, and whoever saw it was distressed.

"What's your name, little one?" Huang Jie didn't see Zhang Mi'er, sat down and talked with the little guy, and took out his mobile phone to play with it.

Xia Diu put his little hands on his cheeks, pursed his lips and did not speak.

Huang Jie was bored with himself, and played mobile games alone for a while, and after losing the game currency, he began to get bored.

"Click", "click", he suddenly took a photo of the little boy next to him, learned from Jiang Hongjuan, and passed it on Weibo, and the album name was "Son of President Shangda." ”

The Internet is so magical, in less than a second, these photos were seen by netizens, because the album name is too amazing, the inquiries are overwhelming.

The questions all roughly mean the same thing: "Which Shangda president?" ”

"In addition to Shang's, which other president of Shangda is there?" Huang Jie was not angry and replied under the comment. Read > novel xstxt

As he was playing, the phone buzzed and vibrate, he pressed the answer button, and before he could speak, a gloomy man's voice came from the phone: "Where is the child?" ”

Where is the child? What a gloomy and cold man's voice!

Intuitively, Huang Jie knew that he was in trouble, so he hurriedly turned off the phone, thought that something was wrong, returned the back cover of the phone, and took out the battery.

Stammering and looking at the little guy next to him who was still angry, Huang Jie felt that he was standing in a cold and snowy field, shivering with cold.

Who doesn't mess with him, provokes Sang-woo? Ahhhh

"Eel, open the door for me! You liar, you big bastard......" Xia whispered desperately against the door, three puffs of green smoke rising from her head, the child was not here at all, he lied to her!

His ears were filled with the sound of Jietian slamming on the door, Shang Yu pinched the joints of the mobile phone and turned white, sitting on the edge of Xia Xiaoyu's bed, looking at her sleepy appearance, his eyelids also fought, and he woke up with urgency, and when he went to the toilet, he vaguely heard the mobile phone ringing, it was not his own mobile phone ringing, so he didn't care.

Back in the guest room, the mobile phone rang again, it was the ancient tree calling, and there were a few photos, the little guy in the photo pouted and was angry, the little appearance seemed to be angry with people, he had a flash of inspiration in his heart, and called back the strange call just now, the other party hung up at once, and there was no response when he dialed again.

As soon as he turned his head, he received a slap in the face, and he didn't have much force, and he also knew that the little woman on the bed had exerted all her strength.

When the little woman's red eyes pounced on him and choked him, he nimbly flashed out of the room and locked the door.

"I'll bring him back unscathed!"

A single man in a wealthy family is always the focus of attention of upper-class celebrities, and it is also the focus of attention of entertainment news.

Shang Yu's car had just driven into the door of the rich man, and a sharp-eyed reporter found that one of them let out a shout, and everyone rushed up and surrounded his car.

The man's thick eyebrows furrowed into a horrible heap, and when he lowered the window, the iceberg's face was as cold as usual.

"Get out of the way, I'm going to work."

He hates this group of reporters who have nothing to do the most, and they ask other people's ** every time, reversing black and white is their strength, but, many times, you can't do without them...... So, hate to hate, and you can't kill them all......

"Excuse me, is the little boy on Weibo the son of President Shang?" Someone is desperate to know the truth and goes straight to the point.

Anyone who knows Shang Yu knows that he has a cold temperament, and if you want to ask, it's best to ask directly, and you can't have a word of nonsense, otherwise, this boss will turn around and leave.

"Whoever reports maliciously will have to bear the consequences." Pretty eyes narrowed, and signs of danger rose in the air around them.

"President Shang only needs to answer yes or no." Some people risked death to ask more.

As soon as this news comes out, the newspaper of the newspaper where it is located will definitely sell well.

The others' spotlights crackled non-stop, but they didn't have the courage to ask.

"Get out of the way!" Shang Yu was angry, and was about to call the security department, but there was already a large group of men in security uniforms rushing over with batons.

Gu Shu strode over, holding an umbrella over his head, and reported as he walked: "The photo on Weibo was taken in the living room of a room, and the owner of Weibo is called Huang Jie, and the person with that mobile phone number is the same person." ”

"Did you send someone to him?"

"The police were called, and our own people were dispatched." The ancient tree's expression was extremely similar to his expression at the moment, the same coldness, with the haze before the storm, exuding the terrifying bloodthirsty anger of those who approached us.

"How much time can I bring my child back?"

"The villa is in the western suburbs, only twenty minutes away, our departure is ten minutes, if there is no accident, it may be brought back in thirty minutes."

"Huh?"

"This villa was newly bought by Zhang anyway, and he hasn't officially moved in yet, but his daughter Zhang Mier often takes people to it."

"It's Zhang Mi'er again!" This woman's head must have been slurred with paste, or how could she keep looking for gray hair on the head of a tiger in the prime of life?

"Do you want to get rid of her?"

"No, you don't." Shang Yu shook his head, thinking of Zhang Fangzheng's recent cooperation with Ye Zhenfeng, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, "Just give her a small warning." ”

Zhang Mier received a call from the bodyguard, saying that Huang Jie had come to the villa to look for her, and then left in a hurry, looking quite flustered.

She didn't play Weibo, but she didn't know that what she had done had been exposed, but she was worried that Huang Jie would leak out what she had hidden Xia Diu, but she couldn't get through to his mobile phone.

Tearing off the mask she had just put on her face, she hurried to the villa non-stop, and after a while, she noticed that someone was following her.

There are a lot of people who offend on weekdays, and this kind of black car is so much that she thinks it is a street gangster who offends on weekdays, and she doesn't take it to heart.

The car drove for ten minutes, and the black sedan behind followed her car, she was as fast as he was, and when she turned, he would turn, never abandon, always biting behind, and couldn't get rid of it.

In order not to let the car follow her to the villa, she circled around the city, and finally stopped at a women's clothing store, got out of the car, and walked in as if nothing had happened.

Came to the second floor, looked through the window, there was also a person in the black car, walked in without squinting, before she had time to do anything, the man had already come to her, put in the black leather jacket and puffed up his right hand, and said to her lightly: "Miss Zhang, be happy, come with us." ”

received a call saying that the little one had been successfully brought out, and there was no need for him to go around in circles with her.

In a dilapidated hut in the southern suburbs, Zhang Mi'er was "invited" in, and in the house, there were three men with beards, they stood upright with their hands on their chests, like three powerful pillars, pestles in the center of the room, standing still.

Rao is Zhang Mi'er has seen a lot of Zhang Fangzheng's subordinates, and she has raised such a group, but it is the first time she has seen such a strong man who is not angry and arrogant.

Her arrogance was suddenly half lower, but she was still forced to calm down, smiling coquettishly, her eyebrows were like silk, and her voice was soft and charming: "Brothers, is there anything wrong with inviting my sister here?" ”

"Brothers, you have to tell your sister that you don't beat my little master's idea in the future, otherwise, you will bear the consequences."

"Your little master?" Who is it? Huang Jie? Zhang Mier almost burst out laughing, what does Huang Jie want to do? Showmanship? Show that he has such a few decent doglegs under his hands?

"You'll find out when you get home."

He who touches pitch will be defiled! The ancient tree is close to Shangyu, these subordinates are close to the ancient tree, one learns one by one, there is no nonsense, and there are only two good words.

"Oh?" Zhang Mi'er dragged out her voice, looked at the three people in front of her, and then looked at the two people behind her, all of whom were fresh faces.

The beard in the center saw through her thoughts, smiled slightly, stroked the beard on her chin, and said kindly: "Miss Zhang, you don't have to look so carefully, it's useless to remember our faces, what you have to remember is not to touch the hair of my little master in the future, otherwise, you won't see the sun tomorrow." ”

Zhang Mi'er was shocked, her little face turned white, and her pretended composure almost collapsed.

But in the end, he saw some of the world with Zhang Fangzheng, and it only took a second to return to normal.

"Ahem", she coughed lightly twice and said with a feigned smile: "What did my brother say, my sister will definitely reflect on what she has done when she goes back......"

"Third brother, don't tremble with her, our words have been brought, and what she will do next is her business." After the beard on the left finished talking to the beard on the right, he turned around and left, and the boss in the middle who cherished the word like gold and the third on the right turned right together, and the three of them walked away.

Zhang Mi'er turned around, there was no one behind her, the dilapidated hut was leaking everywhere, and the rain that had stopped from time to time was drifting again, cold, everything just now, it was like a dream, so unreal.

When the car arrived at the villa and saw the bodyguards tied up with all kinds of flowers, she knew who the little young master in the bearded mouth was.

However, what about the little young master in their mouth is Shang Yu's little young master? Or is it the little young master who whispers in Xia? Everything is still to be determined.

"Who took the little kid away?"

The eight bodyguards of the villa looked at each other, and they couldn't say why, because they were all beaten at the same time, fell down at the same time, and fell unconscious at the same time, and they didn't know what happened behind them!