He Juncheng was beaten so much that he came back to his senses for a long time, covered his nose that began to bleed, and roared loudly, "Ye Mufan, you are crazy!" ”

Ye Mufan approached step by step in a gloomy manner, "There are even crazier ones, do you want to try it?" ”

He Juncheng looked frightened, "You...... What do you want to do? Don't mess around! Yes...... What are you doing! ”

He Juncheng is a little white face, but Ye Mufan has been fighting since he was a child, He Juncheng is not his opponent at all, he was subdued by him in three or two strokes, and tied tightly with a rope that he got out of nowhere.

"Ye Mufan! Let me go, you think about the consequences! ”

Ye Mufan ignored He Juncheng's yelling, took out the mobile phone on his body and threw it away, and then carried him all the way to the mountain like a chicken.

In the end, Ye Mufan treated He Juncheng as a sack and threw it into the middle of a mausoleum, "Director He, enjoy this night!" ”

He Juncheng glanced at the dense graves around him, goosebumps rose, and his voice broke with fright, "! Let me go! Let me go! Ye Mufan! Fuck you—"

Now he finally knew why Ye Mufan made an appointment to meet in this place, but it was too late.

Ye Mufan put his head behind his hand, listened to He Juncheng's roar with the moonlight above his head, and went down the mountain leisurely.

"Ye Mufan! You bastard! ”

"Help...... Help me...... Is there anyone......"

"Come on!"

He Juncheng screamed all night, but, in the middle of the night, there were ghosts in this grave, how could there be anyone.

……

After going back, Ye Mufan woke up naturally, his skin was smooth and supple, and he came to the company with a good complexion.

As soon as I arrived at the office, I heard a few colleagues gossiping about something.

"I'll go! It's really fake, is it really He Juncheng? The styling director of Juxing Entertainment, He Juncheng? ”

"The face is very clear, it's just that he's right!"

"Who did he offend, he was actually tied up and thrown into the grave!"

……

"What are you talking about?" Ye Mufan vaguely seemed to hear He Juncheng's name, so he walked over.

"FL Director!"

"Morning Director!"

"We're talking about a popular post on Weibo this morning, someone went to Longqian Mountain early in the morning to sweep the grave, and saw a man tied up and thrown in the grave, passers-by were so frightened that they almost thought they were hell, took a photo and posted it on the Internet, but some netizens found out that the man turned out to be He Juncheng of Juxing Media, do you say it's unusual?"

Ye Mufan raised his eyebrows slightly, and said without changing his face, "Well, it's quite unusual." ”

At this time, Ye Mufan's mobile phone rang, showing that it was Ye Wanwan calling.

The leisurely expression on Ye Mufan's face suddenly turned nervous, and he hurriedly walked to the bathroom, and then picked it up carefully, "Hey, Wanwan......"

Ye Wanwan's tone was really not good, and she went straight to the point, "He Juncheng's matter, what did you do?" ”

Finished! Sure enough, it was discovered.

Ye Mufan's heart was weak, and he stammered, "What's that, sister, you...... Don't be angry, I'll never be impulsive again, I'll never mess around again......"

"Why don't you strip him naked and tie him up again? Also, don't you think it's better to throw it at the gate of the headquarters of the Imperial Capital Fashion Management Association? On the other end of the phone, Ye Wanwan spoke in a somewhat dissatisfied tone.

"Uh......" Ye Mufan's words were suddenly choked back.

Sister, you won......