Ruan Shiyan's words were extremely tough, as if she had taken advantage of Song Zehan last night.

Well, it's as if the person who cried and begged for mercy last night was someone else.

Not to mention anything else, Xiao Xing still knows Ruan Shiyan's physical strength in the past two years.

Compare it with Song Zehan......

The desire to survive is troublesome, Xiao Xing still chooses to see through it and not say it.

"Ahem...... Yan Ye is mighty, Yan Ye is domineering, Yan Ye is right. Come, Master Yan, let's enjoy your face and have breakfast first to recover your strength. ”

How could Ruan Shiyan not hear Xiao Xing's yin and yang energy, and decisively threw a roll of her eyes.

But hunger prevailed, and she decided to fill her stomach first.

"By the way, how is the case on Uncle Xiao's side?"

Her assistant has been a little incompetent these days.

"Harm, I was about to tell you, there is progress over there, Lao Xiao is also asking me to find you, let's go to the office after dinner."

As soon as she heard this, Ruan Shiyan immediately came to her senses.

"Give me five minutes!"

……

As soon as the regular meeting ended, Song Zehan left the company in a car.

Fu Dickon drove all the way to the suburbs, and after more than half an hour, he stopped in front of an unfinished building.

He was the first to get out of the car and open the rear door.

"Master Han, it's here."

Song Zehan took his eyes off the files on the screen, glanced out of the car, and got out of the car with an expressionless face.

"What about people?"

"On the third floor, you come with me."

Fu Disheng walked up with Song Zehan with ease, and before he reached the third floor, the scumbag's painful chirp had already been heard.

Song Zehan frowned.

"It's too noisy."

"Yes, I see!"

Fu Disheng immediately ran to the third floor, took a rag from the tool rack, and stuffed it into the scumbag's mouth.

Then a warning look followed.

"If you dare to speak out, I will chop off your tongue and stir-fry, and then feed you myself."

Scumbag: "......"

The scumbag wanted to resist, but before he could respond, he felt that he was firmly locked by a cold and sharp gaze.

As soon as he turned his head, his whole face suddenly turned pale with fright.

It was Song Zehan who came.

This threat, if Song Zehan acquiesced, it was really not just talking.

But when he thought that Song Zehan's weakness was still in his hands, he immediately hardened again, raised his chin, stiffened his head, and put on a fearless posture to meet Song Zehan's sight.

Song Ze had a cold face, walked to the tool rack in the greeting of the bodyguards, picked up a special pair of pliers, and then came to the scumbag.

He stared at the scumbag's eyes, his narrow eyes narrowed slightly, full of dangerous light.

After a few seconds, he didn't even say a word, pressed the scumbag's palm on the armrest with one hand, and directly pulled out the scumbag's thumbnail with pliers.

The face does not change color, and there is no mercy.

The screams clearly reached Song Zehan's ears through the rag.

His brows furrowed, and he pulled out two more in a row without looking.

This is the hand that touched Ruan Shiyan.

Of course, he will not be spared easily.

The scumbag's eyes were round in pain, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his cheeks.

But in the blink of an eye, he slowly closed his eyes and lowered his whole head forward.

It was as if I was fainting because of excessive pain.

Song Zehan casually threw the pliers at Fu Disheng, grabbed the scumbag's hair, dragged the scumbag's entire head back, and ordered coldly.

"Come on, fan me, fan me until I wake up."

The bodyguard immediately stepped forward, but before he could do it, the scumbag who couldn't pretend to open his eyes opened his eyes.

"Uh-huh-"

Song Zehan hung his head and looked at the scumbag, his face full of undisguised disgust.

"I'll give you three seconds to name the mastermind behind the scenes, or I'll make the rest of your life worse than dead."