Chen Yingduo has an indifferent posture.

The writer remotely turned on the headlights, and the room returned to its usual brightness. The sense of intimacy just now is gone.

Chen Yingduo grabbed Evian's bottle tightly with one hand, not caring about anything at all like she said. She's still going to be scared.

It's just that every moment of fear, as long as I think of her hopeless heavy life, I immediately feel that fear is not worth being afraid of.

In this way, Chen Yingduo followed the writer out of the club with the determination to see death as home.

Wenhao stopped a taxi, got into the car first, and patted the empty space next to him. There was no need to say anything, Chen Yingduo sat up.

"Do you remember the address of the ruffian who called the courier?"

"Yes."

"Very good, report it to the driver."

Chen Yingduozhang and the second monk were confused, and obediently reported the address to the driver.

"It's not far, it's nearby, just around the corner. It's only a 5 minute walk or a minute by car. Are you walking over or by car? "The driver is a middle-aged man with a round face.

Chen Yingduo raised her foot to get out of the car, but was pulled by the writer.

The writer's hand on Chen Yingduo's courier uniform is slender and smooth, and at first glance he is used to living a pampered life.

"Drive." The writer commanded.

"Walker. I have to explain, or I'm afraid you'll call me a liar. The driver smiled. People with good tempers are somewhat verbose. Chen Yingduo peeked at Wenhao, thinking that he was going to be cool to shut up the driver. Unexpectedly, the writer was calm and relaxed, and he didn't look like he was about to speak.

Sure enough, within two minutes, the car stopped.

Wenhao shouted to Chen Yingduo, who was about to get out of the car: "Pay!" ”

Chen Yingduo: "%?? ＃@！ ”

No matter how much inner drama there is, it is limited to the heart. In fact, Chen Yingduo obediently paid.

"What floor?"

"Room 2 on the 3rd floor."

The writer looked up at the building: "You go and call the door." ”

Do you send yourself over and be humiliated again? Chen Yingduo's eyes dimmed instantly. She doesn't care about her own good or bad, but ...... That's it, since all the big things have been said, Chen Yingduo gritted her teeth and rang the communication doorbell.

The people in the room probably recognized her, and asked with a hippie smile: "Did you feel comfortable last time, and you took the initiative to send it to the door this time?" ”

Chen Yingduo lowered his eyes. She didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd of the writer hiding on the side. Perhaps, he wants to watch from the sidelines? I've heard that rich people are very perverted. The writer looked like a rich man.

Access opens.

Chen Yingduo found that when Wenhao opened the security door, he put a tissue on it.

Entered the building, got on the elevator, and pressed the number 3. Chen Yingduo's legs began to tremble. The writer's gaze fell on her rustling inferior nylon uniform pants, which seemed to be interesting to watch.

The elevator doors soon opened again. The third floor arrived.

The ruffian smiled happily and stood outside the door to pick up Chen Yingduo.

Suddenly seeing that there was one more person next to Chen Yingduo, he couldn't help but be surprised. However, after looking at the writer, he relaxed. This kind of successful person in a suit and leather shoes will only go downstairs on the same floor as Chen Yingduo by chance, and it is strange that they have something to do with each other.

The ruffian continued to laugh, laughing as cheaply as he could.

He stepped forward and stretched out his hand to pull Chen Yingduo.

The writer took the lead and dragged Chen Yingduo. Chen Yingduo was dragged behind by him.

The ruffian glanced at the writer in surprise. Normally, he doesn't take the initiative to provoke unknown people. But this person in front of you, you look like a person who has come to find fault.

Before the ruffian could say anything, the door of the fire staircase was suddenly called, and several young people broke in, and without saying a word, they greeted the ruffian.

This group of people who came was very professional, just beat in a muffled voice, the ruffians were in pain, their mouths were covered tightly, and they couldn't scream. Only a mmmmmmmmmmmmm

Chen Yingduo couldn't believe his eyes.

She pointed to the hot scene in front of her, unable to utter a word.

The ruffian's companion came out of the house slowly, and said as he went, "Why do you take so long to pick up someone, you won't be outside ......"

As soon as I stepped into the elevator corridor, I saw the scene in front of me and was petrified. As soon as he was petrified, he immediately turned his head and was about to rush into the house, but someone quickly intercepted him.

The fat ruffian fell to the ground, very aware of the current affairs: "I wrestled myself." No one has been here today, I haven't seen anyone. Raise your hand, girl, I have never seen you, and I will never know you again. ”

The writer seemed to have seen enough, and pressed the down button through the napkin.

The elevator came, and he walked in. Chen Yingduo was stunned and froze in place. was pulled by the writer and pulled into the elevator.

Before the elevator door closed, the last sight Chen Yingduo saw was that the ruffian was curled up holding his head, not even daring to cry out in pain.

As soon as the connoisseur stretches out his hand, he will know if there is one.

From the first punch that landed on his body, the ruffian knew that the opponent's rank was too high and it was not easy to mess with. It's better to choose a big husband who can stretch and bend.

Coming out of the elevator, Chen Yingduo still couldn't believe it. She forgot that Wenhao had a habit of cleanliness, and grabbed him: "You, you help me avenge?" ”

"Sort of. Are you happier? ”

Chen Yingduo cried: "This is the happiest day of my life!" ”

Wenhao's eyes fell on Chen Yingduo's hand that grabbed his sleeve, and Chen Yingduo hurriedly withdrew his hand. Wenhao pursed his lips and smiled: "This life is still very long, and it is too early to speak." ”

"Are you an angel? How could it be so nice to me? Chen Yingduo was very excited.

This kind of moving moment is inexplicably similar to Mo Yan. Wenhao smiled slightly: "If you want to thank yourself, thank yourself." It was your story that touched me. ”

"Do you still want to hear it?"

"Another day. That's all for today. ”

Chen Yingduo looked at his angel and sat in the black car waiting downstairs at some point, jumping three feet high happily. She looked up at the sky and felt that "everyone has a proud day", and it was really true!

Bidding farewell to Chen Yingduo, the writer is also very happy.

In another way, he came into contact with Mo Yan.

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Will the elder brother send a very prestigious person to lobby his father?

Will you use the "Chinese New Year" as an excuse to let your uncle's family in Canada go to China for mediation?

Will you perform witchcraft to guide your father to dreams, and get revelations in your dreams?

……

Wang Chengyou writes and paints, constantly comes up with new brains, and constantly vetoes. Part of his attention is always remembering the cool figure who acted as the driver. Look like a killer, although Windwind and Lily deny that they take the risky route.

Wang Chengyou shook his head and decided to reason backwards.

Dad's strength is based on money. Could it be that the elder brother wants to design a storm that will cause the shares of Dad's listed companies to plummet and hit Dad's strong foundation?

After writing this possibility, Wang Chengyou had a flash of inspiration: Dad's strength is still based on health!