Crazy sweet! Mr. Gu spoils his wife and spends hundreds of billions

The incense powder burns slowly, emitting straight smoke and exuding a fragrant fragrance.

Yuan Zicheng inhaled and inhaled again, with an intoxicated look on his face, as if he was ecstatically obsessed, "Just say that there is nothing wrong with this fragrance. If there is something wrong with it, how dare I stand here and smell it."

Lin Qian took out the tissue bag from her handbag, pulled out a small square tissue, blocked her nose, and said in a loud voice, "There aren't many chemical raw materials in it. If you smell it for a while, there won't be anything unusual."

Yuan Zicheng took advantage of the situation and sat down on the huanghuali wooden chair next to the incense burner, and continued to take deep breaths, "Then I will keep smelling it for several hours."

Gao Zhihao, who was very suspicious of him but also a little convinced of him, slowly turned his prayer beads, raised his chin, and gestured towards a certain door, "You can smell it, but don't smell it here. I don't believe in that fragrance and I don't dare to smell it. You put it Move the incense burner into that room and smell it slowly there."

Yuan Zicheng, who was old and frail, used all his strength to lift the incense burner, which weighed about ten kilograms, and walked into the room next door where Gao Zhihao said.

It was a small and cramped room, only five or six square meters, and it was empty without any furniture.

The walls are inlaid with wooden lattice windows with densely spaced wooden lattice, and the windows are half open and half closed.

He put down the incense burner and was about to go back to get a chair when Lin Qian grabbed the handle of the door and pulled hard, locking the door with a bang.

"Open the door!" Yuan Zicheng raised his hand and slammed the door, "Why did you close the door? You want to talk to Mr. Gao..."

He wanted to say: He would have nothing to do with Mr. Gao.

Thinking that this sentence would irritate Gao Zhihao, he swallowed hard and changed his words and shouted: "I'm warning you, think before you speak. If you spread rumors about me again in front of Mr. Gao, I will not let you go even if you do it." If you die, I will be the first to rush forward and tear you apart."

Outside, Lin Qian put her right hand in her pocket and sneered: "There are many evil ghosts squatting in the underworld, trying to tear me apart. If you want to tear me apart, just wait slowly. In the Year of the Monkey and the Horse Moon, maybe it will be your turn to tear me apart."

She knew it, she knew it very clearly. There were only a few chemical raw materials in the spices. Yuan Zicheng could smell it for several hours, but nothing happened.

But she is young but cunning, and she has a way to make things happen to him.

She returned to her original position and stared up at the ceiling.

Seeing her reply, Gao Zhihao twirled the beads fast and slowly with a gloomy expression, "There is one thing I have to say, you exposed him, it can't change the destined situation. Again, I cherish my life and just want to Do whatever you can to survive. Whether you are willing or not, you must sacrifice yourself to save my life."

In just a few sentences, there is a sense of selfishness between the lines.

On top of his head was the words "Egoism" in bold letters and bold letters.

No, to be precise, this is not called selfishness, it is called taking human life lightly.

Lin Qian naturally thought of the infamous "Loli Island" and the horrifying legends, true and false.

As if he could see what she was thinking at this moment, Gao Zhihao did not hesitate and said frankly: "Are you so angry that you are gnashing your teeth? There is no point in hating. In the eyes of us powerful and wealthy people, the lives of you civilians do not count. Killing you is like Squeeze the mosquito or fly to death and don't take it personally at all. Don't blame me. If you want to blame, blame your husband for being incapable and unable to protect you."

Lin Qian's eyes flashed coldly.

No wonder he and Fu Anling have a close friendship. Those who are close to vermillion are red, and those who are close to ink are black. Their perceptions are exactly the same.

"Don't talk about this," Lin Qian deliberately avoided the topic and said about Yuan Zicheng, "Did you know? He has already moved his wife and daughter to a foreign country. He himself is also ready to run to Java. Why would he? What about running away? It’s just because you know that if you stay in the country, you will definitely die.”

"He must know," Gao Zhihao said with a calm expression, "You fell into my hands, and Gu Yanci found out that he was the one who betrayed you. His end would be either broken bones and ashes, or broken into pieces."

Lin Qian's eyebrows moved slightly, and she told him straightforwardly: "Is there a possibility that what he fears most is not Gu Yanci, but you. Haven't you seen that he has hatched a third-hand conspiracy for revenge. Chapter 1 One hand, fragrant powder. The second hand, make you infected with AIDS. The third hand, let you become enemies with Gu Yanci."

She once again said, "It was Yuan Zicheng who caused you to contract AIDS." Gao Zhihao still didn't believe it. "If I give him ten percent of courage, he wouldn't dare to do that."

Lin Qian leaned back and tapped the phone in her pocket, "A dog can jump over a wall when it's anxious, but a person can do anything when it's anxious!"

After finishing speaking, within ten seconds, the sound of "dong dong dong" with a cane tapping on the door was heard through the lattice door and reached the main hall, mixed with Yuan Zicheng's breathless roar, "Open the door and let me out." , I feel so bad, I really want to die."

Yuan Zicheng stood on the other side of the door, Gao Zhihao couldn't see him.

I couldn't see it, I could only hear the hoarse voice that rose and fell, mixed with the rapid breathing. Gao Zhihao could tell that Yuan Zicheng must have distorted facial features at this moment. Like a fish about to die of thirst, he opened his mouth wide and tried to breathe. His face turned purple from the pain, as if he was being tortured in the electric chair.

When he entered the house, Yuan Zicheng was fine. Only a few minutes later, he came back to life in pain. Gao Zhihao firmly believed that there was something wrong with the fragrant powder, something serious.

Lin Qian took her right hand out of her pocket and looked at Gao Zhihao with a teasing look in her eyes, "Do you believe it? He really has harmful intentions for you."

There was a thunder above Gao Zhihao's head, and what Lin Qian had said before repeatedly echoed in his ears: He is a tail-pinned dog wagging his tail to beg for mercy, and a mad dog with a strong desire for revenge.

This sentence reappeared in my ears again and again, and another sentence was mixed in: It was he who made you contract AIDS! It was he who gave you AIDS!

The overwhelming shouts were like huge waves, drowning Gao Zhihao, sometimes sweeping him over the top of the waves, sometimes dragging him to the bottom of the sea.

When he finally came to his senses, he saw that the grid door had been opened. The old Yuan Zicheng was lying on his back on the floor.

His eyes were wide open, and the dark red bloodshot eyes protruded to the outside of the eye sockets. His head was tilted back as hard as he could, his neck was tensed into a straight line, and white foam overflowed from the corners of his mouth. His body was shaking and twitching like chaff, as if he was suddenly suffering from epilepsy. A seizure is like being poisoned.

It stands to reason that Gao Zhihao, who is well-informed and has countless human lives on his hands, is not afraid of Yuan Zicheng's half-dead convulsions.

Thinking of the person lying on the ground twitching, who was almost himself, Gao Zhihao slumped in the Taishi chair, "I feel so uncomfortable after smelling it for a while. How much poison did you take?"

Yuan Zicheng opened and closed his mouth. He wanted to speak, but unfortunately no sound came out. What came out between his lips and teeth was only white foam rising from his throat.

Speechless, Yuan Zicheng scratched back and forth on the floor, and drew out a few unshaped words: I did not poison!

Gao Zhihao's old eyes were so dim that he couldn't see clearly the words he drew out.

Lin Qian saw clearly and just smiled.

The person who wronged the victim knows best how wronged the victim is.

She knew that Yuan Zicheng did not poison the fragrant powder. There were indeed chemical raw materials in the fragrant powder. The person who added the ingredients was someone Yuan Zicheng trusted very much and would not doubt it at all.

She also knew that Yuan Zicheng's sudden extreme pain was not caused by the chemical raw materials added to the powder, but by the stimulation of infrasound waves.