Another slap exploded on Luo Li's face, her lips had already cracked, and the corners of her eyes were swollen high, but she still stood there and didn't dare to move, and her nosebleeds fell drop by drop.

"You used your unbounded power in front of him? This is a reminder to him, are we already here? Pan Jingcheng's voice was still so calm and gentle, as if his brother was asking his sister if she had finished her homework.

He was a head and a half taller than Luo Li, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he lifted the other party to tiptoe to the ground, and then raised his knee without mercy. The petite ragdoll-like girl let out a muffled grunt, hunched over her belly, shivering and gasping for air.

Luo Li trembled for a long time, trying to stand up straight, his expression was full of despair, "He closed the door, I didn't expect him to close the door, I'm afraid ......"

"This is not a foreign country, and you haven't been locked up in a long time. The circus monkeys are put back in the mountains, and they can still live well, but what is the point of what happened to you? Pan Jingcheng's eyes changed slightly, and he suddenly flew up and kicked her in the crotch.

Luo Li stared at her eyes to the limit, she couldn't support it anymore, her legs fell down as soon as she became weak, and her forehead hit the ground. She lay there, convulsing violently to becoming immobile, a fountain of blood snaking out of her long loose hair, like a stiff black snake.

"Stand up." Pan Jingcheng said indifferently.

Luo Li's right tail finger twitched and groaned. From the beginning of the beating until now, she has never begged for mercy, and now she struggles to stand up, and there is no blood on her whole face, which is whiter than death.

"Take off your clothes and strip them all naked." Pan Jingcheng stared into her eyes, and every word carried a coldness that went deep into the bone marrow.

From the first piece of clothing to the last one, the girl's soft and pink ** was gradually exposed under the light, like a silkworm that had been stripped out of the cocoon, and even the most ** parts were delicate. The bleeding from her wounds has not stopped, and there are a little red plums dyed on her body, and the extremely white skin and shocking blood marks are intertwined into a picture that is enough to suffocate people.

Pan Jingcheng looked at Luo Li's deformed face with a little disgust, unbuttoned his trouser belt, and pulled her hair and pressed her down. As the wetness and softness enveloped the nerve endings, engulfing inch by inch, he exhaled a long breath and turned his head to look at the corner of the room.

There was a man in a wheelchair, skinny as a skeleton, looking at him as well.

As early as some time ago, Pan Renfeng's name has been mentioned by the board of directors of the Pan family again. Many directors vividly remember that it was March 6.

Stinged.

The washing industry on which the Pan family relied has now reached the leading point in Shudong. Among the more than a dozen garment manufacturers that have cooperated for a long time, there are several textile export companies that are mainly engaged in the business of M countrymen. This time, the clothing washed by the Panjia factory had an accident at the same time, and it was found that the formaldehyde exceeded the standard dozens of times in country F, and the direct loss exceeded 20 million. Doing business reputation is more important than profit, and money is naturally to be lost. As the head of the family, Pan Jinyu bowed and apologized at the board of directors and was announcing remedial measures, but the fax had been sent back from abroad, and the latest official test results of country M had completely changed, and a large number of clothes had been released from Hong Kong. In front of the correspondent of the textile company, the blonde and blue-eyed official of country M intentionally or unintentionally mentioned a person, Pan Renfeng.

On March 8, the bidding results of the land of the former military sub-district in Yanchengnan City were announced, and a small company that had just received a huge amount of capital injection won the bid. According to the news obtained from the provincial military district, the representative of the company had visited General Zhuo Zhendong before the bidding, and the person behind the company was Pan Renfeng. The board of directors of Pan's has been concerned about this land for a long time, and countless bidding plans have been made, and the relationship network has been fully launched for a long time, but in the end, it is still empty.

What is shocking is that Pan Renfeng actually transferred this piece of land to the Pan family with a number symbolizing the surname. Although he did not show up in person, the lawyer conveyed a sentence to the board of directors: "Ye Luo returns to his roots." ”

On March 11, a fire broke out in the Hongda Electronics Factory under Pan's Enterprise, and Pan Jinyu was entangled in affairs and failed to rush to the city at the first time. However, the local real power figures contacted by Pan Renfeng have given great assistance in post-disaster resettlement, reducing the negative impact to a negligible level.

This time, several veterans of the board of directors could no longer sit still, and took the initiative to find Pan Renfeng's residence to express their gratitude. The other party's living corpse-like appearance made them sigh, but Pan Renfeng was always smiling. After several patriarchs went back, they scolded a few conspiracy theorists to the point of blood, saying that Pan Renfeng had already stepped on half of his feet in the coffin, and if he really wanted to make a layout, why did he go back to Yancheng early? Wouldn't it be more convenient to secretly find a few gunmen and re-enact the scene of the year?

Regarding the quiet waves in the board of directors, Jia Qing saw it in his eyes and was anxious. However, Pan Jinyu still doesn't care, and rarely even goes out these days, concentrating on serving orchids at home.

Pan Jinyu raised a pot of "Suguan Lotus Ding", the best among orchids, and the same kind of lotus petal orchid has been auctioned astronomically at the flower fair. After the sting, the weather is getting warmer, and the orchids are ready to go out. At this time, he changed the flower pot to a few corners on the balcony on the second floor, and he always felt a little dissatisfied.

The big house where the Aegis security guards live is full of people and looks busy. On Jiang Dongwei's side, only Chen Mo was sitting alone at the door, leaning against the wall and seeming to be asleep.

After Pan Jinyu noticed him, she couldn't help but be stunned.

Chen Mo was indeed asleep, and when Pan Jinyu walked up to him with a flower pot, he had already opened his eyes and stood up a little puzzled, "Mr. Pan, is there something wrong?" ”

It was the first time for Pan Jinyu to come to this house, looked at Chen Mo, and asked flatly: "Today seems to be Tuesday?" ”

"I skipped class." Chen Mo heard what he meant and smiled awkwardly.

Pan Jinyu frowned slightly, but was speechless by the other party's straightforwardness, turned around and found a sunny place in the yard, and put the orchids away. It was a bit more leeward than the villa he lived in, but that wasn't the only reason he came.

There is a diseased leaf in this pot of "Suguan Lotus Ding", Pan Jinyu held the scissors for a long time, and suddenly said: "Orchids should cherish the leaves, and generally only cut off the diseased part, and are reluctant to cut off the whole piece." Come and see, like the current one, how should I cut it? ”

There was no third person in the yard, Chen Mo walked up to take a look, took the scissors handed by Pan Jinyu, and cut them to the root.

"Do you know what other flower growers would say when they saw you cutting orchids like this?" Pan Jinyu smiled.

Chen Mo didn't seem to be enjoying it, and poked the soil in the flower pot with scissors, "The top is rotten, and the bottom can't be saved sooner or later, the long pain is better than the short pain, if you can dig it up by the roots." ”

There is no household in the eastern suburbs coal mine that does not grow vegetables, Chen Mo often helped with work when he was a child, and he was talking about the superficial truth of taking care of the vegetable field, but he didn't know that if it was calculated according to the area of the blades, he had at least reimbursed hundreds of thousands of yuan for this cut just now.

"You're right." Pan Jinyu actually agreed, stretched her brows in the sun, and looked at the young people around her again, "It's really good." ”