Lying on the bed, looking at the sweet Teng Xiangling who was curled up and sleeping like a kitten, Yan Murong couldn't sleep after tossing and turning.

If you don't get in touch, you'll never know how dangerous the world really is.

In the past, Yan Murong thought that only the old man was the fiercest and most terrifying person, but now he found that there was a demon hidden in everyone's heart, and these people formed a thing called the world.

After listening to Li Jianhua's story, Yan Murong realized that Dong Wuyan, a woman, was very terrifying.

Li Jianhua likes her, but she has no feelings for Li Jianhua. And Li Jianhua won her favor and trust, and even some secrets in the company would be taken out to discuss with her, and even asked her to help with ideas, but what was the result?

Obviously, Dong Wuyan not only helped Li Jianhua, but also swallowed up the Li family's industry little by little.

Yan Murong suddenly felt that Dong Wuyan was the first person he couldn't see through - and he was a woman.

This woman's mind can never be snooped on with the mind of a normal person.

What she thought, why she did it, how ambitious her was, and what she wanted - no one knew but herself.

It was precisely because of this that Yan Murong was a little hesitant.

The Dong family, even Li Jianhua is afraid of three points, so the idea that he wants to pull Dong Wuyan and even the Dong family to his side seems a little unrealistic and even a little ridiculous.

"Why haven't you slept yet?"

Yan Murong was thinking wildly, and Teng Xiangling's slightly lazy voice came from next to him.

"I'm thinking about things." Yan Murong put his hand through Teng Xiangling's neck and took her in his arms.

"What do you want?" Teng Xiangling also liked this intimate feeling, leaned his body against Yan Murong's fiery body, and asked softly. "Do you still have something on your mind?"

"What's on your mind?" Yan Murong was a little funny. "Do you think someone like me can have something on my mind?"

"Well, people like you really don't have any problems." Teng Xiangling said with a smile.

"Who am I?"

"Man."

"I mean—what kind of person am I, and why don't I have a heart?"

"You're - heartless idiot." Teng Xiangling giggled. "Only an idiot doesn't have a heart."

"You scolded me." Yan Murong said unhappily.

"What about scolding you, you are my man, I am your woman, I want to scold you, do you have an opinion?" Teng Xiangling said provocatively.

"You're in trouble." Yan Murong said very seriously.

"What's going on?"

"You're in for a big deal."

As he spoke, Yan Murong turned over and pressed Teng Xiangling under him, causing Teng Xiangling to scream.

"Bastard, what are you going to do?" Teng Xiangling stretched out his white arm and took the initiative to wrap around Yan Murong's neck, and asked with a silky look.

"Exercising the duties of a man." Yan Murong smiled evilly, and shrank his head.

Suddenly, the room was full of spring.

"Sister Dong, do you suspect Yan Murong?"

In another box on the eighth floor of the Victoria Hotel, the king of kings sat on the side, looking at Dong Wuyan, who was intently admiring two women holding steel pipes and posing in various seductive poses, and asked.

Yes, Dong Wuyan did not leave, but changed another box.

Now, Dong Wuyan threw off the shoes on his feet very unimaged, leaned softly on the soft leather sand, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, watching the performance of the two dancers, and tasting the wine of unknown vintage.

"Suspicion." Dong Wuyan said with a smile. "However, there is no evidence."

"Hmph, I don't believe that he can't be moved without evidence." The king of kings had a gloomy face. "Li Jianhua is protecting him tonight, but Li Jianhua can't protect him for the rest of his life."

"You don't cause me trouble." Dong Wuyan straightened up, turned his head to look at the king of kings, and said expressionlessly. "I can't touch him yet, I need him - you give me honesty. If you let me know what you're doing behind my back, don't blame me for being rude to you. ”

"Sister Dong, I'm sorry." The king of kings hurriedly apologized. "I'm just so angry."

In this box, in addition to the two dancing girls, there are only Dong Wuyan and the king of kings. If there were others here, they would definitely be shocked by the humble appearance of the king of kings.

Many people know who the king of kings is.

Arrogant, unsightly, and not buying anyone's face—yet he was so despicable to a woman.

"How many times have I said you, it's time for your personality to change." Dong Wuyan turned his head and said casually while watching the hot dance of the two women. "If you go on like this, you're going to suffer."

"I'm sorry." The king of kings apologized again. "I'll try to correct it."

"No matter, whatever you want." Dong Wuyan waved his hand. "But don't take what I say on your ears. Yan Murong can't move now. Maybe we'll be partners in the future. ”

"Partners? But Sister Dong, tonight's thing-"

The king of kings is very strange. Since he was suspicious of Yan Murong, why did he have to cooperate with him? What the hell is there about that guy to work with?

"Don't talk about tonight." Dong Wuyan said. "Assume that he did it - since you have a grudge against him, find a few people to warn him - but don't go too far, he can't die."

"Got it, Sister Dong." The king of kings is overjoyed.

Although he hadn't figured out her temper at all after following Dong Wuyan for so long, it could allow him to beat Yan Murong violently, and it could also temporarily alleviate the resentment in his heart.

Now, the king of kings has begun to ponder how far he wants to beat Yan Murong to relieve his hatred, whether to break his arm or leg - or break his fifth leg?

After thinking about it for a long time, the king of kings thought, anyway, Sister Dong said that she wouldn't let him die, so just knock off all five limbs, anyway, no one can die.

"It's late, you can go back first." Dong said without a word or looking back to the king of kings who was thinking about how to torture Yan Murong in his head.

"Huh? What about you, Sister Dong? The king of kings asked.

"When do I need to tell you something?"

"W-I'm sorry." The king of kings apologized again, followed Dong Wuyan's gaze and looked at the two women who had taken off their bras and writhed desperately there, smiled hey, and said. "Then Sister Dong, I'll go first, you have a good time."