CEO: My daughter-in-law said she wanted to protect me

The crisis of Zheng's real estate is imminent, Zheng Yanlang tried his best to control the situation, not to let the real situation of the company be revealed, while intensively looking for new financing.

Zhao Shimin couldn't restrain himself from revealing the real situation of Zheng's real estate to the media.The reason why he didn't do it for a long time was because Song Yuye was gone and disappeared, and it was impossible to have only one copy of the hard drive.He wasn't sure if Song Yuye had fallen into the hands of Zheng Yanlang. If Zheng Yanlang got the evidence, everything he had worked so hard to plan would be gone, and he would face a prison sentence.Hundreds of thousands can be sentenced to death. He is worth tens of billions, hundreds of billions, and he will sit in prison.

Zheng Yanlang took a deep breath and poured himself a glass of water. Last night, he drank a few more glasses to socialize with the people in the bank, and he still had a hangover.The person he placed next to Zhao Shimin sent a message saying that the other party was ready to move, his bow and crossbow were set up, and he was ready to ambush Zheng's real estate at any time.

He must come up with a perfect plan before Zhao Shimin acts, and give him a painful blow.The mobile phone by the bed vibrated, and he got up to get it, accidentally knocking down the "Mona Lisa Smile".

The painting fell to the ground with a dull sound.He frowned slightly, picked up the painting, put it aside, and felt that something was wrong, but it was a product of dozens of assembly lines, and the frame was also the cheapest plywood, and the weight seemed wrong.

Without thinking about it, he picked up his phone, and Chu Xiao said that some media had already heard the news, and the PR department was in the public relations department, but he deliberately couldn't last long.

The situation is getting more and more urgent, and the longer it drags on, the more unfavorable it will be for Zheng's real estate. The evidence in hand is not enough to sue Zhao Shimin, and the old man is still hesitating, not wanting to send his grandson to prison.

Looking back at the painting, he vaguely remembered that Song Yuye had accompanied him to an auction and sneered at the millions of paintings.Why would you suddenly send a painting, isn't it?
He took the painting and looked at it carefully, but he didn't find anything unusual. Was he being supercilious?He felt that it was not that simple. His slender fingers stroked the picture frame. What's wrong?
Zheng Yanlang tapped his fingers on the painting, pursed his lips, smashed the painting on the ground cruelly, and broke the frame with his feet.There is a corner exposed in the incomplete picture frame, and there is indeed a universe inside.

A hard drive, a share transfer letter of Zhao Group, 5.00%, Zhao Shimin is generous enough to Song Yuye.He snorted coldly, put the equity transfer document aside, and wiped the hard drive on the computer.

A smile spread from the corner of his mouth, "Baby, I knew you were looking for me." Zheng Yanlang put away the hard drive, took his things and went out with a relaxed mind and body.

Zheng's Real Estate President's Office.

It was already late at night when Chu Xiao finished reading the contents of the hard drive, his eyes were red and bloodshot.The ironclad evidence is so strong that Zhao Shimin can't escape this time. He proposed to hand over the evidence to the prosecution immediately.

Zheng Yanlang was not in a hurry, and handed the 5.00% equity transfer letter to Chu Xiao, asking him to sell it as soon as possible behind his back, and don't want the money sent to his door for nothing.Things are already under control, Zhao Shimin can only fight the trapped beast.

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Inside the island villa.

Song Yuye's spirit had completely collapsed, and she was like a walking corpse every day. She began to go on a hunger strike, and she was groggy, her limbs were weak, and there was no trace of blood on her face.

What is the purpose of the person who kidnapped her?First of all, she can be sure that the other party does not want her to die, but just wants to put her under house arrest.She couldn't figure out who would do this to her?Zhao Shimin?Charles?Zheng Yanlang?All three of them have the strength to do so?But there is no need to do this?Her heart quickly denied her own thoughts.

She used a hunger strike to force the other party to show up. There was the sound of a boat docking on the beach, and she vaguely heard someone entering the room, and something cold entered her body along the back of her hand.

There is a doctor and a nurse on the island, who also cannot understand the language. She is on a hunger strike, and the nurse will give her glucose, and the doctor will check her body every day.

Song Yuye's mind gradually faded away, her expression was in a trance, she curled up on the bed with her arms around her knees, murderous, and the enemy was destroying her will little by little.

"Come out, come out, you bastard, come out!" She yelled in the room like a madman.

No one answered her.The meals sent by the Eastern European woman were still knocked over, and the other party was not discouraged, and still delivered every meal.She hasn't eaten any food since she came to this island, and she lives on glucose.

This kind of life is not as happy as dying. She thought of committing suicide, but all the knives were put away. She broke the bathroom mirror and tried to cut her wrists, but was discovered by the bodyguard in time. From then on, her range of activities was limited to the bed. Her limbs were chained to the bed.

She is disheveled and muttering to herself every day. When she sleeps, the bodyguards will loosen the chains, but there will be someone guarding outside the bedroom.

Things finally turned around. A few days after she was taken captive to the island, a helicopter parked on the tarmac in front of the villa.Noisy footsteps, footsteps approaching, she raised her eyelids feebly, and continued to sleep.

The door of the bedroom was opened, and a tall black figure walked to the bed without a sound. It had only been more than ten days since he disappeared, and the person on the bed had lost a lot of weight, and his skin had lost its luster.

Song Yuye's limbs were weak, and she felt that someone was touching her face in a haze, and there was a softness on her dry lips, and she opened her eyes slightly.She was pleasantly surprised by the familiar face, it was Zheng Yanlang, he came to save her?

"Zheng Yanlang, it's great to see you, you're here to save me, right?" She cried like a child, struggled to sit up, and hugged him tightly.

The familiar smell lingered at the tip of her nose, and she didn't dare to let go, worrying that it was just a dream, and she had had the same dream many times.

The man's deep and magnetic voice came, "Why don't you eat obediently?"

"I don't want to eat, can you take me away? People here are crazy, they don't talk to me, I don't want to stay in this ghost place." She wrapped her hands tightly around his narrow waist, her slender fingers almost Quickly pinch into his flesh.

She seemed to be grasping a life-saving straw, and like a drowning man grasping a floating plank.

He didn't speak, and let her hug him. The Eastern European woman outside the door came in with a plate, bowed to Zheng Yanlang, put down the plate and went out.

Zheng Yanlang took a bowl of porridge and blew on it to make the temperature of the porridge enter his throat more easily, "Hey, open your mouth." His voice was very gentle.

Song Yuye's body froze, and the light in her eyes dimmed. Judging by the attitude of the Eastern European woman, it was Zheng Yanlang who brought her captive here.He's sick, crazy.

The porridge handed in front of him was mercilessly overturned to the ground, the hot porridge splashed all over the man, and the bowl and spoon fell to the ground and shattered into several petals.The man was not angry, and ordered someone to make a new copy and clean up the ground.

The woman on the bed still refused to eat and curled up into a small ball, feeling very helpless.

The new porridge was quickly brought out, but the woman still kept her lips tightly shut and refused to eat.

The man stared at the porridge in the bowl, opened his mouth to take a sip, and forced it into the woman's lips.The woman struggled hard, but was tightly clamped by the man, in vain, she could only let the porridge enter her mouth and slide down her throat and stomach.

"Zheng Yanlang, you bastard, you bastard, you lunatic, you are sick." She clenched her fists with both hands like crazy, and beat him hard.

The man didn't dodge, and let her vent on himself. Knowing that she was tired and exhausted, he said in a hoarse voice, "Have you beaten enough? If you haven't beaten enough, eat something and continue beating."

She ignored him, covered her head with the quilt, and didn't want to see him at all now.

It was quiet outside the quilt, Zheng Yanlang should have left.She couldn't hold her breath for a long time, so she lifted the quilt, and a drop of water dripped accurately on her dry lips.

He stood in front of the bed, took a shower and washed his hair. His hair was wet and dripping in front of his eyes. The fair skin rolled down and fell to the Adam's apple.

"Let me go." She said simply.

"Dry my hair for me." He handed her the towel and squeezed into her arms.

The topics of the two are obviously not on the same channel, and they cannot communicate.

"Get up." Under such circumstances, she naturally wouldn't help him wipe his hair, and pushed him away in disgust.

Turning over and getting up, her white and tender feet stepped on the floor, and she walked towards the balcony in anger.

He mistakenly thought that she couldn't think about it, his expression changed drastically, he ran after her in panic, and hugged her.

She didn't act too aggressively, she asked him to let go of herself indifferently, she just wanted to breathe some fresh air.

The sea breeze was blowing the hair on her forehead, and she looked at the sea side with empty eyes, the air was quiet, the waves were beating on the beach, and the seabirds were screaming on the water.She was trapped on an isolated island like a prisoner, but it was her beloved who imprisoned her here.

Zheng Yanlang tossed his hair carelessly, like a puppy, water splashed everywhere.

She was so annoyed that she shrank her body and made way for Dao to keep a distance from him.

"Sister." His voice was hoarse, pitiful and aggrieved.

This "sister" made Song Yuye stunned for a few seconds, and squeezed her fingers. In his memory, Zheng Yanlang had never called her that.

He easily caught her slight expression, he gently pulled her skirt, and said cautiously: "Sister, don't be angry, okay?"

"Let me go, I won't call the police." She gasped.

The police and relevant departments have launched an investigation into Zhao Shimin's matter, and Song Yuye was more or less involved.If she is released at this time, she will definitely be implicated in it, and she will inevitably be imprisoned, not to mention that the old man intends to put all the crimes on Song Yuye and Zhao Shimin's senior executives.He will not let her go back to take risks, he will definitely do his best to make her escape unscathed.

"Sister, isn't it good here?" His voice was weak and not lethal.

Women are naturally immune to things that are smaller than themselves, and he seems to have returned to the soft and waxy look of a little milk dog before.Song Yuye desperately reminded himself that the seemingly harmless man in front of him was a hungry wolf.

Song Yuye suddenly became irritable and lost control of his emotions. He shouted at him: "Yes, this place is not good. I don't like it at all. I hate everything here, especially you."

Zheng Yanlang's eyes dimmed, he bit his lip, then brightened up again, and said softly, "Sister, shall we sleep?"

Punching the cotton, Song Yuye was so angry that he felt that Zheng Yanlang was shameless for the first time.