What's wrong with living for tens of thousands of years and eating soft food?

"Okay Lele, don't blame yourself." Mo Qi squatted in front of Zhou Le and comforted: "It's a good thing for a man to be ambitious. You have no background and no backing. It's normal for the company to lose money. .”

"You are already much better than your peers. At least you can take that step bravely."

Zhou Le is a typical person who creates a personality for himself and then flirts with girls to get money.

He has a pretty face, a standard height of 1.7 meters, and a fair and clean appearance. Mainly in his movements, he exudes a mature and steady temperament, which is very popular with women.

Mo Qi was obsessed with his appearance and temperament, developed a deep love for him, and couldn't extricate herself from it.

And Mo Qi's family conditions are not bad.

But to say that she is rich... she is not particularly rich. She can only have a pocket money of [-] to [-] yuan a month.

Because of this, after Zhou Le found out her background, he threw her into the last row of the fish pond.

Don't make her a key development target, just give her some care and maintenance from time to time, and defraud her of a small amount of money.

"Thank you, I know my current living situation is very bad, but don't worry Qiqi, the current difficulties are only temporary for me."

"As long as I get through this period of being ignored, the rest will be good luck to me!"

The corners of Zhou Le's mouth rose, revealing a strong smile.

Mo Qi said sincerely: "I may not be able to help you with the money you owe, but if you want to start a business, you can tell me. I still have more than 70 yuan in savings. If you need it, you can give it all Take it and use it.”

She is not a top rich second generation like Fang Moxuan and Yang Xinyi. Asking her to take out millions in cash at once is no different from killing her.

These hundreds of thousands of savings were all she had worked hard to save over the years.

"I recently found a better entrepreneurial project, but it's still in its infancy. As for money, I will figure it out myself. I don't like spending women's money."

Mo Qi held Zhou Le's hand and said affectionately: "Lele, you know that I like you. Although we are not together now and are just friends, I still hope that you can live a good life in the future."

"Promise me that if you encounter any pressure on money in the future, you must tell me and never bear it alone, okay?"

The two policemen who had been sitting next to him could hardly stand it anymore.

Even outsiders like them can see that this Zhou Le is a fraud who cheats money and sex!

How can there be such a simple fool as Mo Qi these days?

"Hey! Brother, are you going a little too far? You..."

One of the slightly younger police officers just wanted to teach Mo Qi a lesson.

Immediately, Zhou Le closed his eyes and fell to the ground motionless in an unusually weak state.

"Lele, what's wrong with you Lele? Don't scare me!" Mo Qi cried out anxiously, then turned around and shouted: "Doctor! Nurse! Someone come quickly!"

……

Zhou Le was hospitalized.

Of course, he was just faking it when he fainted in the corridor.

First, he is afraid that the police will expose his background.

Second, he was very dissatisfied with the results of the injury assessment, so he simply stayed in the hospital for a few days. Anyway, all the expenses were paid by Fang Moxuan in the end, and every penny he could get was worth it.

outside the ward.

Zhang Qingyang looked at Zhou Le and Mo Qi through the transparent glass, looking at each other affectionately, not to mention how disgusting they were!

"It's so fucking terrible!"

Zhang Qingyang cursed in disgust, walked back to the safe passage, looked at Zhang Xiaoan and asked: "The man has moved in, do you want me to go in and talk to him?"

"You can't talk to someone like him." Zhang Xiaoan asked with a smile: "Do you believe that if you take the initiative to talk to him about compensation, he can blackmail you to the point where you can't even put on your underpants? "

"That makes sense." Zhang Qingyang nodded and asked, "What should we do?"

"There is an abandoned scrap collection station by the river. Navigate there and wait for me there. I will arrive in an hour."

……

after an hour.

Inside a ruined waste recycling station by the river.

Zhang Qingyang was sitting on a scrapped car smoking a cigarette, looking around with bored eyes.

next second.

He saw Zhang Xiaoan walking in with something on his shoulders in the direction of the entrance.

When Zhang Xiaoan got closer, he realized that what Zhang Xiaoan was carrying on his shoulders was actually Zhou Le!

Zhang Qingyang held a cigarette and asked with dull eyes: "Brother, you...how did you bring him out of the hospital? No...no one saw you?"

"Nonsense! If someone sees me, can I carry him here?"

Zhang Qingyang: "..."

The scene before him suddenly reminded him of that night a few days ago.

He was lying peacefully on the bed. When he opened his eyes, he saw a big quilt falling from the sky and covering his face. The next second he didn't know anything.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that he had been hung on the tree by Zhang Xiaoan.

Until now, he has never figured out how Zhang Xiaoan took him out of the hotel.

He was also very confused.

Why was I not conscious at all when I was being transported from the hotel to Jiangbei Huining Park by Zhang Xiaoan?

Now seeing Zhang Xiaoan carrying the unconscious Zhou Le over, Zhang Qingyang had goosebumps all over his body.

Zhang Xiaoan is too scary!

What does he do? !

Zhang Xiaoan threw Zhou Le to the ground and told Zhang Qingyang: "He won't wake up for a while. You stay here and watch while I find a prop."

Zhang Qingyang squatted on the ground and looked at Zhou Le, who was sleeping like a pig, and became even more confused.

What kind of medicine did Zhang Xiaoan give him to make him sleep so soundly?

After a few minutes.

Zhang Xiaoan came back carrying a round iron bucket more than one meter high and about forty centimeters in diameter.

"Here, help me put him in the bucket."

Zhang Qingyang hesitated after hearing this.

"What do you think?"

"Well...are you leading me to commit a crime?" Zhang Qingyang looked solemn.

"I'm not leading you to kill people, are you scared?" Zhang Xiaoan urged: "Hurry up!"

The two quickly stuffed Zhou Le into the iron bucket and closed the lid.

Then I waited for about seven or eight minutes.

Zhou Le's voice came from the iron barrel: "This is... holy shit! Where is this?"

"Boom!"

Zhou Le punched the iron barrel frantically with his fists and shouted in a very frightened tone: "Stop making trouble! I have claustrophobia! Let me out quickly!"

"Who made trouble with you?" Zhang Xiaoan stepped on the iron bucket and lowered his body slightly and asked.

"...Who the hell are you?!"

Zhang Xiaoan took out a rusty hammer from his waist and hit the iron bucket hard: "I am your long-lost wild father!"

There was a loud bang.

Zhou Le in the iron bucket only felt a violent sound piercing his eardrums. Before he could even scream, he closed his eyes and fainted...