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"Let me ask you, how did you get this number?" A pale young man asked with an extremely cold expression.

Meng Zhebujin had some evil conjectures: "Could this person be so pale after playing too much? If you think about it too much, it won't be so bad for others to know Lin Yingtong's family. The so-called rich It can make ghosts turn the clock, not to mention that their family is not generally rich. As long as they have money, I promise to make it up for you if you lose money!"

"This, Nuo, isn't it there!" Meng Zhe pointed to the sign in the corner.

The boy's face became even colder: "Then why did you say you booked this hotel?"

Meng Zhe shrugged: "Of course I listened to what the teacher said! Why, do you need to agree to this?"

The leading boy winked at the back, and someone immediately pulled out a phone and turned on the speakerphone.

Someone answered the phone soon: "Hello, who is it?"

It was the voice of a middle-aged man, sounding extremely old-fashioned.

Those people looked at each other, and one of them, Bu Jin, asked in surprise, "Is that you, Uncle?"

The owner of that voice was also stunned for a moment: "Are you Cheng Guang?"

"It's me, uncle! I'm calling you to confirm one thing. Is the hotel in Qingshan District related to your company?" The young man asked straight to the point without delaying his promise. road.

"I really don't know about this. I have to ask someone to look it up." Obviously, this place is too small and was indirectly forgotten.

"Is this place reserved?" To the uncle, the boy was not polite at all.
The middle-aged man didn't care about the young man's rudeness, but thought carefully before answering: "There is indeed a hotel in Qingshan District that is booked out, and Mingzi seems to be the Shunfeng Hotel. As for whether it is the hotel you mentioned, I will not answer." I no longer know."

"Suspect,..." One of them seemed to have discovered something.

Meng Zhe curled his lips: "These are the so-called children of rich families, and they are no different from the wealth of those royal families on the mainland! But yes, they should have thought of this when they entered the door."

After listening to the explanations of those teenagers, the middle-aged man was already furious: "Find it for me, I will make him lose everything!!!"

"Uncle, you are already on the moon line, don't forget what grandpa said!"

"Chengguang, I'm sorry, uncle didn't do this on purpose, I just acted from the company's point of view!" The middle-aged man's voice was full of caution.

"Okay, it's okay, you go to work!""

"Okay, okay, then you have to be careful!"

"Wait a minute." Just as the middle-aged man was about to hang up the phone, the boy stopped him.

"What's the matter Cheng Guang?" The middle-aged man asked in a panicked voice.

But the boy didn't seem to feel anything, but asked in a cold voice: "Isn't this Yingtong's phone, why is it with you?"

Meng Zhe crossed them again: "This is obviously not the level of panic that middle-aged people should have, but the emotion that they have when they are doing something bad and are afraid of being discovered. But they didn't realize it, but put This panic is attributed to that boy."

Meng Zhe dared to guarantee that it would not be long before news of the boy's serious injury or death would come out.But Meng Zhe didn't have a source, so he could only imagine it. "

"Yingtong gave it to me when she went to G City. She said she didn't want to be disturbed when she was playing with her friends, so she gave it to me." The middle-aged man said calmly.
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Meng Zhe raised his eyebrows: "It's amazing. I didn't expect that in the last lesson, there was something wrong in a panic, and he could explain it calmly in the next moment. According to his behavior analysis, the phone number was not given by Lin Yingtong at all. Maybe he did something with the phone number, or got it by some disgraceful means."

"Uncle, you're almost done. I don't know how careful you are! Yingtong would never give her work phone to others. She once said that she would rather destroy this phone than give it to others." The young man sneered With one sound, the middle-aged man's lie was directly exposed.

"Not too stupid, I thought this kid didn't know anything! But he's still too young, and it's too dangerous to bring everything to the table now. And I don't believe that the old man has no other candidates. "Meng Zhe had a bitter smile on his face that was difficult to understand.

Meng Zhe once helped a partner to do this kind of thing, but the trouble was not completely eradicated, and later Meng Zhe directly became the scapegoat for the friend he thought was a friend.

"Cheng Guang me..."

"Okay, you go to work, I don't want to hear your second lie." The boy didn't listen, and hung up after giving an order.

"What's your name?" A young man who looked older than those boys stood in front of Meng Zhe, looking down at him.

Meng Zhe's height could only reach the young man's chest, which made Meng Zhe feel disadvantaged.

Meng Zhe looked up at the young man:
I saw that this young man was about 1.8 meters tall, with a ferocious face, and his face was full of evil spirits that could not be concealed.It doesn't matter if you are tall, and you have muscles as strong as a star.

"Gongsun Wutian is you!" Meng Zhebujin laughed out loud, and had a bear hug with that young man.

The young man was also stunned for a moment: "You are, Xiao Zhe?" There was a trace of excitement in his voice, a trace of excitement that could not be faked.

Their shouts attracted the other teenagers:
"Wutian, do you know this person?" The boy in front who was shouting at his uncle asked the young man with some fear.

Gongsun Wutian just glanced at the young man indifferently: "This is the brother I told you about!"

Those people looked different:

Some are interested, some are eager to compete, and the boy has an expression of looking at people with his nostrils.

"What qualifications do you have to be friends with Wutian!" The expression seemed to say, "Do you have the money of this young master?"

"This is...?" Meng Zhe looked at the helpless Gongsun Wutian.

"Let me introduce to you: this is my fiancée." Gongsun Wutian pointed at the arrogant young man.

Meng Zhe looked at Gongsun Wutian dully: "No wonder I felt that something was wrong with you when I was young, asking if you did anything to my body?"

Gongsun Wutian didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Did you also regard her as a man?"

"Uh, you mean this is a woman?" Meng Zhe petrified again.

Everyone else laughed when they saw Meng Zhe's expression, even the boy couldn't help laughing.

"Are you really a girl?" Meng Zhe was still a little uncertain.