After a friendly match, Yan Murong climbed out of the bathtub.

Looking at Dong Wuyan, who was flushed after orgasm, helping him sort out his clothes like a virtuous little wife, an evil idea instantly popped up in Yan Murong's head.

You need to vent your anger after killing - but what about a female killer? Do you want to go to a nightclub and call for ducks?

After thinking about it for a long time, Yan Murong didn't figure out this profound question, sighed and shook his head, and decided to find an opportunity to ask for advice like the little snake, maybe the woman would know.

After packing up everything, Dong Wuyan did not follow Yan Murong downstairs, but returned to the upstairs guest room alone.

When Yan Murong came downstairs, he saw that Mitsui Toshiaki was already sitting there, and Mitsui Hidetoshi and Mitsui Huangying and another woman also woke up, sitting on their knees under the guard of Mie Ozawa, with their heads down and not saying a word.

As soon as he sat down next to the little snake, the little snake immediately leaned his head over, wrinkled his nose and sniffed at Yan Murong's body.

"What are you doing, you're a dog." Yan Murong quickly moved to the side and looked at the little snake with a wary expression.

"Well, it's fragrant." The little snake nodded thoughtfully.

"It's the scent of their shower gel." Yan Murong whispered a defense.

"Don't explain, I won't believe you if you explain." The little snake looked at Yan Murong with a smile on his face. "Little **, yes, you have to be chic for a while-anyway, by the way, why didn't I see that you were still a merry seed before?"

"Ahem—"

Yan Murong was almost choked to death by his own saliva, and coughed dryly for a long time before he rolled his eyes fiercely at the little snake, turned his head, looked at Mitsui Masao and said. "Mr. Mitsui, I didn't expect us to meet again so soon."

"I didn't expect that either." Masao Mitsui smiled and shook his head. "You saved me both times - it's a pity that Mr. Yan smiled."

"It's nothing." Yan Murong shrugged his shoulders indifferently. "Who can still be a little troublesome? I understand, I understand very well. ”

“――”

Masao Mitsui suddenly found that he really couldn't talk to this man.

Can you chat, Mitsui Masao thought depressedly, this is called trouble? It's heartbreaking. Do you understand? You understand a two-pie.

After picking up the teacup on the coffee table and taking a sip of water, hiding his embarrassment, Mitsui Masao raised his head, looked at Yan Murong and asked. "Mr. Yan, you see, I will complete the reward promised to you by Junming in a few days, and in order to thank you for saving my life again, I am willing to increase the reward by another five percent - that is, from now on, you will own fifteen percent of the shares of our Mitsui Consortium and officially become the second largest shareholder of the Mitsui Consortium."

"I like your canddy." Yan Murong nodded with satisfaction, but he didn't say a word politely.

What are you kidding, people take the initiative to send you money and push it out? Isn't that a brain disease?

"It's just—"

Speaking of this, Masao Mitsui paused and said. "Now I have to deal with some family matters, I wonder if Mr. Yan can avoid your friends for a while?"

"No, you can't." Yan Murong shook his head with a smile, pointed to Mitsui Yingjun, who was kneeling on the ground, and said. "I'm also a bit of a holiday with this guy, so why don't we deal with it together?"

"So?" Masao Mitsui hesitated slightly before nodding slowly. "Okay, let's be together."

At this time, Dong Wuyan also changed his clothes and walked down, and sat down beside Yan Murong, but his eyes glanced at Mitsui Handsome, and his eyes were instantly filled with a glint of resentment.

"Handsome, why do you do this?" Mitsui Masao was silent for a moment, and then he spoke slowly, looking at Mitsui Hidetoshi with an angry and somewhat sad face and asked.

"I deserve it."

Hearing this, Mitsui raised his head handsomely, his originally handsome cheeks were full of helplessness, and he shook his head with a wry smile. "It's a pity, after calculating it, in the end, I still didn't calculate Yan Murong's variable - your old guy's life is really hard."

"Presumptuous." Mitsui Toshiaki slapped on the coffee table, got up angrily, looked at Mitsui Hidetoshi with a cold face and said. "You don't know how to repent until now, damn it."

"Hehe, yes, I'm damned." Mitsui sneered. "But I can't be blamed for that - if you do, blame the old guy for not shooting me in the toilet bowl in the first place."

"Poof—"

As soon as Yan Murong took a sip of tea into his mouth, he was squirted out by Mitsui Handsome Thunder.

"Ahem, ahem—I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Yan Murong hurriedly put down the teacup and apologized continuously while wiping his mouth. "Go on, you go on."

"Handsome, you know what?" As if he hadn't heard Yan Murong's words, Mitsui Masao flashed with a touch of remorse in his eyes, and with a touch of vicissitudes, he looked at Mitsui Handsome and said in a deep voice. "Actually, you are much more capable than your brother, I know that, but I still can't hand over the Mitsui family to you, do you know why?"

"You don't have to make excuses anymore." Mitsui sneered. "I know I'm going to die tonight, so if you want to kill you, do it."

"I'm not making excuses, I'm telling the truth." Masao Mitsui said with a sigh. "You're smart and capable, but you're a little less composure and too ruthless—you're a qualified hero, but you're not a qualified leader."

"Is it any use talking about this?" Mitsui asked with a sneer.

"It's useless. It's late, it's late. Masao Mitsui shook his head bitterly. I had thought that there would be such a day, but I didn't expect Huang Ying and Luo Shang to do such a thing. ”

"Why?" Masao Mitsui raised his head, looked at his daughter and sister, and asked in a trembling voice. "You two tell me, why are you doing this?"

"Why?"

Mitsui Imperial Sakura raised her head, her watery eyes full of unwillingness and hatred.

"My good father, have you forgotten how your mother died? It's you, it's all you, and you killed my mother. ”

"Giggle-"

Mitsui Imperial Sakura suddenly laughed. "My good father, are you old enough to forget how you got into the position of head of the Mitsui family?"

"Okay, since you forgot, then I'll remind you again."

"You used your mother to seduce your own brother, and then, killed your mother with your own hands, and blamed your own brother."

"Killing his wife and killing his brother, killing his brother and seizing the throne - Mitsui Masao, my good father, you should have died a long time ago!"