I have the fairy medicine book

Chapter 507 Nehru's Kneeling Lost [-] Million
"I wrote down this sentence, and I will sue Yunlang later." Wang Yuchuan never took his eyes off Nehru.

During the intermission, Nehru got up, picked up a glass of water, and walked to the host.

The two of them flirted with each other, and the more they chatted, the closer they got, and finally, the two whispered in their ears.

Nehru was around 40 years old, and he was in the prime of life.

The host's brows were full of charm, and in his speech and demeanor, he was eager to refuse and welcome him.

The two walked out of the studio together while chatting. Wang Yuchuan Huode stood up, and Lao Jintou was startled by him.

"Let's go." Wang Yuchuan looked at the direction the two were leaving: "Now, we have a good show."

Wang Yuchuan cast an invisibility spell, and followed the two of them through the corridor and into the elevator.

Nehru loosened his tie, suddenly put the host in his arms, and raised his hands.

Under his skillful provocation, the host had spring water in his eyes, a peach blossom in his face, and an intoxicated expression. The two couldn't help kissing each other, panting heavily, like two rutting beasts colliding passionately.

Lao Jin smacked his head and said, "It's really wild."

Wang Yuchuan didn't speak, and raised his hand to pat the top button on the control keyboard.

Those two kissed very deeply, who could care about this change.

The elevator went up rapidly, Wang Yuchuan leaned against the wall of the compartment, quietly waiting for the elevator to reach the top floor.

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The elevator doors slowly opened to both sides, and the lights in the corridor spilled into the elevator.

Only then did the two of them come to their senses and hurriedly separated.

Nehru straightened his tie, and the host brushed his hair back. Both of them still had expressions on their faces.

Wang Yuchuan couldn't wait any longer. He turned his back away from the wall, stepped forward and grabbed Nehru's tie, and dragged him out of the elevator brutally.

The host turned pale with fright, and forgot to go up to pull him.

Nehru was dumbfounded, what's going on?

The elevator doors closed behind him, and a gust of cold air rushed in.

Nehru thought he had encountered some supernatural event, and his legs were shaking in fright.

There was no one in the corridor, Nehru looked around nervously, and Wang Yuchuan suddenly appeared behind him.

A gust of wind hit him from behind, and Nehru was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground, causing his buttocks to burn and hurt.

"Who are you?" Nehru asked in panic while moving his body back with hands and feet.

Wang Yuchuan knelt down in front of him, with a smile on his face: "Don't be nervous, I won't kill you."

"Don't come here, I called the police?"

Wang Yuchuan understood what he said, because Lao Jintou was doing the translation at the same time.

This simultaneous translation is two-way, and the old gold head will be directly thrown into Nehru's mind in the form of ideas.

"Don't panic, I only want to make money, not kill." Wang Yuchuan continued with a smile: "I want [-] million US dollars, and transfer the money to my account now. As soon as the money is in place, I will let you go. "

"Five billion dollars? I'm going to sue you for extortion!"

As soon as Nehru finished speaking, an illusion of falling suddenly struck him.

He hastily looked down, and suddenly found himself falling from the roof of the Star-Spangled Broadcasting Building, surrounded by curling clouds and mists, and ants-like vehicles below.

Layers of buildings quickly jumped back from his field of vision, and the road seemed to hit his retina directly.

how could this be?I was obviously sitting in the corridor just now, when did I come to the roof?
It was obviously not the time to think about these questions now, he looked around eagerly, trying to grab a bump.

At this time, a cable fluttering in mid-air suddenly broke into his vision, and he grabbed it without thinking.

He grabbed it, but the moment he grabbed the cable, his arms seemed to be torn off, and the pain made him howl like a pig.

Immediately afterwards, he slammed into the glass curtain wall again, and a large piece of the glass curtain wall was shattered into slag under the huge impact.

He didn't hold on tightly, and slid down again.

At this moment, Nehru's heart almost sank into his abdominal cavity, he hastily grasped the rope tightly, and his whole body was immediately suspended in mid-air.

Death had never been so close to him, and when he calmed down a little, his whole body was feeling weak.

Nehru took a deep breath and took a breath. He shouted loudly, hoping to attract the attention of people on the road.

Even if one person could notice him, he would be satisfied, but no matter how much he yelled, no one looked up at him.

It's over, it's over.

Dou Da's cold sweat could not stop dripping down from his forehead.

Nehru thought of that guy just now, and he opened his mouth and asked him for [-] million. If he had known this, he would have been willing even if that person asked for [-] billion.

Nehru was so remorseful that he hung on the cable and was so anxious that he was about to cry.

If God gives me another chance to do it all over again, I will definitely say three words to that person, I am willing.

As if God really heard his prayer, he clearly felt that the rope was pulling him up slowly.

His eyes became brighter, and the joy of being rescued opened his heart. He couldn't help laughing, and he laughed very loudly.

Now he is getting closer and closer to the roof, and the smile on the corner of his mouth is getting bigger and bigger.Just when his hand was about to reach the edge of the building, a face that he least wanted to see suddenly broke into his vision.

It's that guy.

The bastard who asked him for [-] million when he opened his mouth.

"How are you thinking?" Wang Yuchuan smiled, and Nehru stared at him fiercely.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Wang Yuchuan let go of his hand suddenly, and the rope was swished down by Nehru.

Nehru was frightened and cowardly, and hurriedly shouted: "I am willing, [-] million, I will give it to you, I will give it to you! Help me go up."

"Wouldn't it be over if you were so happy?" Wang Yuchuan looked down, and Nehru looked at him eagerly.However, he waited and waited, but he couldn't wait for Wang Yuchuan to hold the rope tightly.

A deep despair enveloped his head, it's over, he said to himself.

Nehru simply closed his eyes, making up his mind that he would be thrown to his death next.

Soon, his back touched the real spot, and unexpectedly, it didn't hurt at all.

He opened his eyes, trying to see where he was.

He never expected that he was back in the corridor again.

The guy was still squatting not far away, looking at him with interest. Nehru quickly got up, and after thinking about it, he knelt down in front of Wang Yuchuan again, begging Wang Yuchuan's forgiveness, not daring to take a breath.

The air was filled with a low pressure of an impending storm, as if it would go hysterical at the touch.

"What about the [-] million you promised me?" Wang Yuchuan asked.

Only then did Nehru react. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket with trembling hands and gave it to his agent at Yinrui Bank.

The Swiss bank sent Wang Yu a text message, and the bank balance was 5000 million, which was still in US dollars.

(End of this chapter)