After the divorce, Mrs. Zhou proposed to remarry with her three children.

"He probably knew that he was no match for you, so he simply gave up to avoid being too embarrassed later." Meng Qiancheng couldn't think of a better reason.

Moreover, this reason is the most convincing.

Zhou Chenyan took a sip of red wine, feeling the slightly astringent taste rolling down his throat, and said with a half-smile, "No wonder you are not Zhou Lin's opponent."

Meng Qiancheng's face darkened and he clenched his fists.

"I heard that you met Cheng Zhiwei when you were in Haicheng." Zhou Chenyan mocked his affectionate contempt, "It's really useless if you can't even get a woman."

At this moment, someone from behind said in a low voice, "Second Master, we are here."

Zhou Chenyan turned around and tilted his head to look at the row of women standing behind the man.

They were wearing the same white skirt and had long, straight black hair. No matter how you looked at it, they all had the shadow of Lin Yu more or less on their bodies.

The subordinate asked respectfully: "Are you satisfied?"

"Just her." Zhou Chenyan casually pointed at the girl next to him.

The girl's body trembled, with deep fear in her eyes. She took a step back and shook her head subconsciously.

"Do not."

Zhou Chenyan, as if he saw something interesting, moved his long legs and walked over.

He grabbed her wrist vigorously, took a sip of wine and handed the glass to his subordinate. He grabbed the girl's chin and leaned over to drink a sip of wine.

The girl clenched her fists, crying in humiliation, with a stubborn look on her face.

Zhou Chenyan glanced at Meng Qiancheng and pointed to the woman on the other side to him, "This is my gift to you, enjoy it."

After speaking, he dragged the person into the next room.

Soon, the girl's screams echoed in the room.

The remaining girls were all trembling and their faces turned pale. They were just glad that they escaped today, but who knew whether it would be their turn tomorrow.

"Get out of here." Someone shouted in a low voice and took them away.

The remaining woman Zhou Chenyan pointed at came over tremblingly, "Master."

Meng Qiancheng ignored her. He stood on the railing and watched the people drinking. He saw the false excitement in front of him and the girl's screams behind him. No matter how you looked at it, it was an unacceptable scene.

But he didn't show any discomfort at all.

The girl mustered up her courage and timidly called out: "Brother Qiancheng."

Meng Qiancheng's eyes changed, and he slowly turned around and lowered his head to look at the girl in front of him. Only then did he realize that the woman in front of him had a face similar to Cheng Zhiwei's.

And she looks so pure, just like her back then.

She obediently calls him "Brother Qiancheng".

The blood suddenly became restless.

He asked her dumbly: "What's your name?"

"Wei Wei." The girl lowered her head, her long hair covering half of her face, and the five points of similarity in her face instantly became seven points.

Meng Qiancheng's throat rolled, and he immediately picked him up, carried him into the opposite room, and pressed him into the quilt.

His heavy breathing was full of patient trembling and self-hypnosis, she was his Weiwei.

He shouted those two words over and over again and indulged in them.

I don’t know how long it took, but the cocktail party downstairs had ended, the excitement had become deserted, and the screams behind me had disappeared.

I don’t know how long it took, but the door behind me opened, and a girl wearing no clothes stumbled out.

There were even specks of blood on the white dress.

The expressionless bodyguard dragged her out without mercy.

The outcome can be imagined.

In the back alley of the hotel, in a dark corner, the girl's hair was pulled, her soft body was forced against the trash can, and the bodyguard's belt had been untied.

He pressed one hand on the girl's fair back and smiled lewdly: "He can't satisfy you, so I will satisfy you. I will make sure that your trip tonight will not be in vain."

Girls are like rags, letting him do whatever he wants.

She had already collapsed.

But before the bodyguard could completely take off his pants, a black plastic bag was suddenly placed over his head. Before he could react, he was punched several times in the stomach.

After being pushed out, his head hit the wall and fell to the ground again.

By the time he got up from the ground and pulled the plastic bag off his head, the alley was empty.

Ignoring the pain, he searched everywhere but couldn't find anyone, but he didn't dare to say anything. After all, those girls would eventually be sent back and paid hush money.

But this one is missing.

But it doesn't matter, she probably doesn't dare to say nonsense.

With a little luck, the bodyguard tidied his clothes and returned to the second floor.

Half an hour later, in a dark corner not far away, a black car started to leave after making sure the surroundings were safe.

Zhang Yuanheng entered the office, made sure there was no one around, and ducked into the lounge.

Zhou Lin was reading a book calmly and elegantly, not at all as haggard as in the photos posted online.

"How is it?" Zhou Lin closed the book and asked.

A hint of unbearability flashed across Zhang Yuanheng's expression, "It's too tragic to look at."

There was almost no intact skin on the girl's body, and she had been severely abused.

Zhang Yuanheng said doubtfully, "Unlike the girl who was sent before, the gynecological doctor said that the marks on her area were not caused by the body, but like props. The girl before was actually forced to have sex." relation."

The girl had mental problems and was suicidal.

No matter how I ask, I can't get anything out of it.

Zhou Lin's expression showed disgust, and he said coldly: "Props? Is it because he can't do it?"

Zhang Yuanheng: "Huh?"

"The person who had a relationship with her was Zhou Chenyan's bodyguard. The one sent now was saved in advance, so..." Zhou Lin explained with a cold smile on his lips, "So Zhou Chenyan may really not be able to do it."

"He can't do it?" Zhang Yuanheng was shocked. He had seen Zhou Chenyan. Although he was a bit older, he was far from incompetent.

Is there any hidden illness?

"We'll find out when she wakes up and ask." Zhou Lin was very confident in his guess.

"Wait a minute, your people are going to rescue her. Aren't you afraid that Zhou Chenyan will find out?" Zhang Yuanheng finally realized that something was wrong. Zhou Lin should still be at the police station at this time, and he was driven away by the Zhou family. How could he go? Save people.

His people can't move for the time being, after all, they have to maintain their image of poverty and poverty.

"He didn't dare to say it." Zhou Lin was not worried about something like that happening because he knew Zhou Chenyan.

Zhou Chenyan is a maniac with unpredictable moods and a very eccentric personality. He is quite "self-centered" and it would be disrespectful for a subordinate to touch a woman he has enjoyed.

If he knew, that man probably wouldn't see the sun the next day.

The bodyguard would never dare to say it, let alone say that he had lost someone.

Zhang Yuanheng didn't understand the twists and turns inside, so he took out a medicine bottle and handed it to Zhou Lin, "This is medicine for my wife. After taking it for two days, you have to go to the hospital and lie down."

"Thanks for your hard work."