Villain: Forced to accept a marriage contract at the beginning

"Then I'll take a step forward, and I have to go on to the funeral."

Zhu Mo got up and pressed Wen Ting who was about to get up: "You first tell Wen Zhong the conditions I set here before leaving."

"Yes! Don't worry, I'll call right now." Wen Ting agreed with a smile.

"Okay. Number seven, you stay and take care of Mr. Wen."

After explaining, Zhu Mo led everyone out of the office.

"Patriarch, go slowly~"

After saying goodbye to Zhu Mo, he turned his head and saw No. [-]'s stern face.

Without Zhu Mo, Number Seven's attitude is even worse.

She didn't know about respecting the old man and said coldly: "Hurry up and call, old man."

"Eh... good."

Although dissatisfied in his heart, Wen Ting did not dare to rely on his old age with this woman.

Although she looks short and harmless to humans and animals, she is by no means a simple person.

Because Zhu Mo has been calling her number seven from the very beginning.

You must know that there is a high probability that what Zhu uses numbers to call is the Jingwei group.

He can't afford to offend the people in the Jingwei group, all of them are murderers without blinking an eye.

It's better to be obedient and call.

It took almost an hour to call Wen Zhong in Zhu Mo's office, and he finally ended the call with dry mouth.

Originally, he wanted to beg for a saliva, but he didn't expect to see him off on the [-]th as soon as he finished making a phone call.

I had no choice but to go out with the wooden box weighing nearly seven or eight catties.

Wen Ting came to the elevator and found that all the elevators were showing that they were under maintenance.

Holding the wooden box and leaning on crutches, he glanced at No. [-] for help.

Number Seven shrugged and said: "I forgot to tell you, the company has already started to rest, and the elevator has been out of service for a week."

"Then...then how do we go down?" Wen Ting asked anxiously.

There was an evil smile on No. [-]'s lovely face, he looked behind him and smiled, "Take the stairs~"

"What! stairs?"

Wen Ting was completely panicked, his legs were trembling: "This is the top floor, how do you go up the stairs on the 45th floor?"

"Then you can wait here for a week, but no one is in charge of food, if you want to stay, you can sleep on the ground."

After leaving the words coldly, Number Seven hurriedly left.

"Hey, little beauty! Can you help me get the wooden box, can I give you money?"

No matter what he said, Number Seven left without looking back.

Wen Ting stomped his feet in anger, but there was nothing he could do.

I had no choice but to step on the stairs carefully and walk down one section at a time...

Cursing while going down the stairs: "Zhu Mo, don't think I don't know you did it on purpose, just wait and see!"

"Stinky boy, do you think this will make the old man die here?"

Tightening the wooden box clamped to his arm, Wen Ting took two steps and sat on the steps to rest for a while.

...

"Let us cherish the memory of Mr. Zhu Yu who passed away..."

The priest standing on the stage read the eulogy tearfully.

Zhu Mo, who was sitting in the front row under the stage, looked bored, and his gaze was on the old guy sitting in the same row far away from the very beginning.

The old guy seemed to have noticed his gaze, and he had been deliberately avoiding his gaze, and kept wiping the sweat flowing from his face with a handkerchief.

"Patriarch, number seven is calling."

The hands sitting beside Zhu Mo handed over the phone respectfully.

Zhu Mo answered the phone: "How is it?"

"Patriarch, I didn't expect that old man to be very powerful. He could really walk out of the building after taking a few steps." Number Seven said on the phone.

"Well, what floor is he on now?"

"It's on the fifth floor, and we're going down to the first floor soon." Number Seven replied.

After Zhu Mo thought for a moment, he ordered: "Understood, then when he is about to go downstairs, you can help him push him."

"understand!"

"Tell the Wen family that it's fine if you fall to your death." Zhu Mo hung up the phone after finishing speaking.

"That..." Zhu Mo threw the phone to his subordinates at the side, and glanced at the old guy in the same row in the distance.

Seeing that the Patriarch had something to say, the people around immediately came over and waited for Zhu Mo to issue orders.

"Let's kill Zhu Heng while there is still time. His funeral will happen right away." Zhu Mo said calmly.

"But...Zhu Huan believes in Buddhism, isn't it a little bad to do it on such an occasion..." asked the subordinates beside him.

"Then believe in Jesus for one day today, and it should be fine for just one day, right?"

Everyone stopped talking and praised the wiseness of the Patriarch.

"What are you doing sitting still? Hurry up and do it."

Hearing Zhu Mo's order, the subordinates around him aggressively attacked the shivering Zhu Heng.

"Ahhh! Zhu Mo, you must die..."

Now Zhu Mo's main purpose is to eliminate all unstable factors in the interior.

Only with the absolute right to speak in the Zhu family can it continue to develop.

You must know that there is still Chu Tian who has a big problem in his heart, and with that guy's character, he will come to revenge sooner or later.

Moreover, Zhu Shang is dead, and judging from the current situation, it will be a matter of time before the Elders will abolish the entry restrictions for people with supernatural abilities.

There are many forces abroad who want to trouble the Zhu family. At that time, the family's internal problems have not been resolved and it is necessary to deal with external forces. Something will happen.

Fortunately, the old man Wen Ting drove the Wen family out of Tianjing, and the Zhu family will be the only overlord in Tianjing from now on.

Zhu Mo has been thinking about the future trend of the Zhu family in his mind...