Leng Shao's third marriage ex-wife

Zhu Yanhui came to the table with Nangong Jun on his arm, first looked around, and finally fell on Shang Zhuyi, Zhu Yanhui's eyes lit up immediately.


She staggered up to Shang Zhuyi and Ji Mujue, blushed and filled herself with a glass of wine, her eyes were red, and her voice was choked with sobs, she said: "Zhuyi, I must Toast to you, thank you for everything you have done for me and Nan Gongjun, really thank you, without you, we might not be able to get to where we are today."


Shang Zhuyi smiled faintly, very peacefully, she poured herself a small glass of wine and said, "Just live a good life from now on."


Zhu Yanhui raised her head, gulped down all the beer in the glass, poured herself another glass, and said, "Zhuyi, I know you've been blaming me all this time, really, really, really sorry."


She sobbed softly as she spoke, Shang Zhuyi wiped away her tears and said calmly: "You are drunk."


Ji Mujue took the wine glass in Shang Zhuyi's hand, drank the wine in one gulp, and said, "I drank it for Zhuyi."


Zhu Yanhui didn't smudge, and drank the cup that was just filled.


Shang Zhuyi and Ji Mujue left the scene ahead of time, and the breeze brushed by, lifting Shang Zhuyi's broken hair, revealing a smooth forehead. Jimujue took her hand and said, "Another year is going to pass."


"yes……"


Shang Zhuyi turned his head and smiled at him, and said, "It's time for three~"


That's what I said, but Shang Zhuyi and Ji Mujue usually pay great attention to maintenance. They look like they are 25 and [-]. How can you tell that they are already three years old.


Ji Mujue suddenly put his face in front of her, observed carefully for a while, and said, "It's just as good-looking as the first time I saw you."


Shang Zhuyi blushed, and said coquettishly, "Let's go, Yixian Yizhu is still at home."


"Well, let's go."


Clark sat in front of the desk and looked up the information expressionlessly. All his colleagues had already left work, and he was the only one left in the office. He called it: working overtime in order to get familiar with the work as soon as possible.


His fingers tapped on the keyboard quickly, especially clearly in the silent office.


Clark browsed the page quickly, frowning more and more tightly, why couldn't find any clues...


After a while, Clark deleted the browsing history, turned off the computer, turned on the phone and called Salvatore: "Sal..."


There was a low gasp and a woman's moan from the other end of the phone. Clark used his toes to figure out what the other party was doing. The lustful, lustful voice forced the lips to bleed.


Beads of blood oozed out, and he licked his lips, smelling salty.


He gripped the phone tightly, until his knuckles began to turn white, and it took a lot of strength to resist the urge to drop the phone. After a while, the moaning and panting on the phone stopped, and the man put his arms around Ke Li Si Ting lit a cigar, took a puff, then picked up the phone, and said in a low voice, "Hello."


"Hello." Clark tried to keep his voice steady: "The group's economic loopholes have not been discovered during this period, and it will take some time."


Salvatore smiled and said: "It's okay, you can find it within three months, I believe you, Clark, my child, I watched you grow up, you know, the consequences of disappointing me. "


"I won't let you down," Clark said.


He hung up the phone tremblingly, and sat alone in the office in a daze. After a long time, he felt that his throat was a little dry, and it was already late at night. Clark got up slowly, packed his office bag, and went out company.


Clark lived in a nearby apartment, and he walked three to three hundred steps to get there. When he got home, he put down his briefcase, took off his coat and threw it on the sofa casually, went to the refrigerator, took a bottle of beer and drank it dry. Two clean.


He took out a cigarette and lit one. After taking a deep breath, he squinted his eyes and sat on the sofa. After smoking a cigarette, he closed his eyes a little dizzy. Clark smiled wryly, why, You can save anyone, but you won’t save me?

Ji Mujue is so busy these days that he can't even go home. I don't know who called the tax bureau to report the group, saying that he evaded taxes.


Although I definitely did not evade taxes, but it is true to do black accounts... As long as the people from the tax bureau come to check, they will definitely know about the black accounts.


The big hole of [-] million yuan can't be filled even if you try your best to fill it in now, but until now, Ji Mujue doesn't know who reported it to the tax bureau.


Jimu Jue booked the Royal Hotel, set up a banquet, invited three prosecutors sent by the tax bureau, and called several business models to accompany the wine.


He poured wine for the three of them, then raised his glass and said, "I am very envious of the three prosecutors who are so promising at such a young age. This glass is for the three of you."


After finishing speaking, he raised his head and drank the wine in the glass.


Ji Mujue is very prestigious in this city. These three prosecutors will naturally give face when they just took office. On the surface, they catered and drank all the wine.


After eating and drinking for half an hour, Ji Mujue went around and brought the topic to the topic: "In the future, I will rely on the support of the three to keep my company going. If there is anything that is not good, please bear with me. Some, of course, the most important thing is mutual benefit.”


The meaning of what Ji Mujue said was very clear. He gave the assistant a look, and the assistant immediately took out a suitcase and opened it in front of everyone. It was full of banknotes, and it was very pleasing to the eye.


A greedy light suddenly appeared in the eyes of one of the prosecutors. He licked his lips and rolled his black eyes, but seeing that the two people around him didn't express anything, he didn't dare to take the money rashly.


The two prosecutors were twins, the elder brother was named Duan Yingzong, and the younger brother was named Duan Yingjing.


Duan Ying said: "Director Ji, as prosecutors, we are naturally just. You don't need to bribe us with money. If you are really innocent, we will not make things difficult for you."


Ji Mujue felt a little helpless at once. After all, these two new prosecutors were newcomers, and they were just planning to use themselves.


He pursed his lips, thinking of Shang Zhuyi, it doesn't matter if he goes to jail, how could he hurt his wife and children?


Jimu Jue gritted his teeth and said, "Then I'll just say it straight, anyway, you can find out when the time comes, my father left a hole of 30 billion before his death, and I made a black account to keep the company going. I’ve been changing it all these years, and I’m still short of [-] million to fill this hole, give me two years, and you can just ask how much you want.”