My super god talent fan system

Unknowingly, at ten o'clock in the evening, Chen Yu and Jiang Yunyun were still sitting in the car, waiting for news from Zhang Yingying.

Chen Yu looked at Jiang Yunyun's tired look with dark circles under her eyes, and couldn't help but said, "Why don't you go to bed first, and I'll call you if I have any news!"

"It's okay, I just didn't sleep yesterday. I didn't close my eyes for seven days and nights at most!" Jiang Yunyun shook her head stubbornly.

Chen Yu knew that Jiang Yunyun was working hard, but he didn't expect Jiang Yunyun to work so hard. He joked, "If you stay up all night like this, who dares to want you in the future!"

Jiang Yunyun was taken aback for a moment, she didn't expect that such an uninterested person as Chen Yu could say such a thing, she immediately said mischievously:

"Hahaha, no one wants it, it just happened to be cheap for you!"

Chen Yu didn't dare to speak, and muttered to himself.

Why are women so open now?

Am I falling behind?
In the most luxurious private room of the Dafuhao Club, Zhang Yingying came out wrapped in a towel just after taking a shower.

Song Fengyao fixed his eyes on Zhang Yingying, and rushed forward.

Zhang Yingying pushed Song Fengyao away in disgust, and said coquettishly: "Well, no, it smells so strong, Mr. Song, go wash it up, let's take it easy!"

"What the hell, how dare you dislike me!" Song Fengyao said viciously.

Enduring her nausea, Zhang Yingying threw herself into Song Fengyao's arms, and said with a smile, "Why would I dislike Mr. Song? Is it too late for me to hurt Mr. Song? But isn't it more comfortable after taking a shower?"

Song Fengyao said with a smile: "Okay!"

When Song Fengyao got up to take a bath, Zhang Yingying bent her back, looked in the direction of the bathroom vigilantly, secretly opened Song Fengyao's briefcase, and quickly looked through it.

However, to Zhang Yingying's disappointment, there was no useful information at all.

Then Zhang Yingying picked up Song Fengyao's cell phone. She secretly wrote down Song Fengyao's password, unlocked it, and checked the text messages and calls.

Zhang Yingying quickly looked through the text message records, many of them were useless messages, but some of the text messages were very strange, they were all the prices of vegetables in the vegetable market, they would come out every once in a while, and Song Fengyao would reply quickly when he received the messages.

Zhang Yingying didn't believe that people like Song Fengyao would bargain for the price of vegetables, so she quickly used her mobile phone to take a few text messages and sent them to Chen Yu.

Chen Yu was also taken aback when he received the message, and handed the phone to Jiang Yunyun to see.

Jiang Yunyun frowned, checked a few items carefully, and said, "This may be a code word for some kind of transaction by Song Fengyao, and I can't decipher it for a while!"

"Can you check the above address and time?" Chen Yu asked doubtfully.

"You can try, but it may not be accurate. The time and address may also be some kind of code word, which may not be the real time and address!" Jiang Yunyun said.

Chen Yu was stunned, Song Fengyao must be too careful!No wonder the Song family hasn't had any accidents for so many years.

"I think we should go back first, we have nothing to gain tonight!" Jiang Yunyun frowned.

"Wait and see!" Chen Yu didn't want to go back empty-handed, so he looked at Zhang Yingying and Song Fengyao with the right eye of God.

In the high-end private room, Zhang Yingying reluctantly put Song Fengyao's cell phone and purse back. Hearing that the water in the bathroom was still rushing, and seeing that Song Fengyao didn't stick out his body to doubt her, she felt more at ease.

After Song Fengyao took a shower, the smell of alcohol dissipated, his mind became clearer, and he walked out wrapped in a bath towel.

He looked at Zhang Yingying lying on the bed, with a smirk on his face, couldn't help the throbbing in his heart, and walked over.

After walking a few steps, he glanced at his purse from the corner of his eye, and was startled suddenly, his face became cold and ferocious, and he shouted at Zhang Yingying: "Damn, bitch, you dare to touch my purse!"

Song Fengyao stepped forward and slapped Zhang Yingying.

"Ah!" Zhang Yingying covered her face in pain and looked at Song Fengyao in horror.

Seeing this, Song Fengyao was even more convinced that Zhang Yingying had turned over his purse, dragged Zhang Yingying off the bed, and pushed her to the ground.

"Bitch, you don't know! I won't even close my bag completely!" Song Fengyao stared at Zhang Yingying viciously, and kicked Zhang Yingying in the abdomen.

"Ah!" Zhang Yingying screamed, clutching her stomach, and begged, "Mr. Song! Mr. Song, please let me go! I'm just curious."

The zipper on Song Fengyao's leather bag always leaves a thumb-sized opening, which he deliberately does not close.

But Zhang Yingying hurriedly searched for evidence and didn't notice this at all. After Song Fengyao took a shower, he glanced at the location of the purse and the zipper, and knew that Zhang Yingying had tampered with it.

Song Fengyao didn't believe Zhang Yingying's words at all, his face was gloomy, and he kicked viciously, "Zhang Yingying, what exactly do you want?"

Zhang Yingying was kicked twice by Song Fengyao, her face turned pale from the pain, and she was sweating all over, but she didn't dare to tell the truth, she knew she had said it, and Song Fengyao would not let her go.

"I... I just... want to find something to eat!"

"Eat? Huh!" Song Fengyao still didn't believe it, and frowned and said harshly:

"You don't touch that thing, I know, or do you think I will find you?

Zhang Yingying, tell the truth quickly, what are you looking for?
Who sent you here? "

Zhang Yingying's face was full of fear, she didn't expect Song Fengyao still didn't believe it, what should I do?
Chen Yu, please come and save me quickly!
Zhang Yingying regretted it, regretted provoking such a terrifying person as Song Fengyao.

Seeing that Zhang Yingying was curled up without speaking, Song Fengyao bent down and grabbed Zhang Yingying's neck, and lifted Zhang Yingying up.

"Smelly bitch, if you don't say yes, I'll send you out if you don't tell me. People outside are very rare like you!"

Zhang Yingying shook her head vigorously with fear on her face, she knew what Song Fengyao was going to do.

If she is sold, her life will be worse than death!
"Hmph!" Seeing that Zhang Yingying was a little out of breath, Song Fengyao pushed Zhang Yingying to the ground.

Zhang Yingying's head hit the corner of the bed, and she fainted from the pain.

At this time, Song Fengyao lost all interest, and didn't care about Zhang Yingying's life or death. He shouted at the door: "Old Ding!"

Guarding the door, Song Fengyao's personal bodyguard, Lao Ding, came in. He was thin and not tall, but his eyes were fierce, and a single glance could scare a child into tears.

"President Song!" Lao Ding came in and said respectfully.

Song Fengyao glanced at Zhang Yingying on the ground in disgust, "Take her away and send her out together tomorrow!"

Lao Ding nodded, stepped forward, picked up Zhang Yingying and walked out.

Zhang Yingying was taller than Lao Ding, but Lao Ding carried it on his back, and it was very easy without wasting any effort at all.

Song Fengyao also changed into his clothes and went out.

The Dafuhao clubhouse is not suitable for persecution, Song Fengyao plans to change to a safe place to force Zhang Yingying to tell the truth.

However, Chen Yu, who was guarding all of this outside the rich man's club, saw clearly with the right eye of God.

After Chen Yu and Jiang Yunyun talked, they were ready to drive to catch up with Song Fengyao.