The Monster President is going crazy again

Blood immediately splattered on the man's head, and the warm blood instantly flowed along his hair and dripped down his cheeks.

The subordinate groaned in pain but dared not resist at all. He could only cover his head tightly with his hands. His body kept shaking like a sieve, and his eyes were full of fear and pain.

Ye Zheng glanced at him coldly, his eyes like knives, and said word by word:

"Get out!"

There was no warmth in that voice.

The sturdy subordinate glanced at the woman and said unhappily:

"Go!"

The woman was so frightened that her legs went limp, her eyes widened, her lips trembled, and she watched helplessly as the man viciously raised the ashtray and smashed it at his men. The clanging sound hit her right in the center of her heart.

"Oh oh oh..."

The woman stumbled and followed her men.

"The woman stays."

Ye Zheng's bone-chilling voice stunned the woman.

The subordinate, covering his head, rolled his eyes a few times, looked at the woman nervously, then closed the door and left.

Click——

The belt buckle clicked.

The sound was particularly abrupt in the silence.

Ye Zheng slowly pulled his belt out of his pants.

A tearing sound.

The chain is pulled down.

He sat down heavily on the sofa, leaning back and spreading his legs wide.

He stared sinisterly at the woman standing in front of him in an innocent dress.

"come over."

A cold command sounded.

This kind of man has seen many women walking in the world of romance. One minute he seemed to dislike her and said he wanted to find a pure one.

The next minute, I still thought, since I’m here, I might as well eat before leaving.

snort!

After a brief pause, the woman's originally tense body relaxed slightly.

then--

The graceful woman has completely changed from the innocent look she had when she first came in. She is no longer pretending. She was not a kind person to begin with.

The woman twisted her slender waist slightly and walked towards the man in an extremely coquettish manner, twisting her steps with each step.

There was a charming light flashing in her eyes, and the corners of her mouth were raised high. That smile was like a hook, as if to hook away the man's soul.

Every step a woman takes is filled with endless charm.

The high heels made a tapping sound when they hit the ground, one after another, and finally she stood in front of the man.

but--

The man on the sofa had cold eyes.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, but there was no trace of a smile. He squeezed out a word coldly from between his teeth:

“”

In less than a minute, the woman was standing naked in front of Ye Zheng.

Ye Zheng twitched the corner of his mouth and signaled the woman with his eyes.

The woman knelt on the cold concrete floor.

Lower your head.

……

……

The man tilted his head back with his hands draped across the sofa.

His breathing was heavy, and the muscles on his face trembled slightly from time to time, veins popped out, and he let out an unbearable breath.

ten minutes later.

The woman didn't know how she had offended this man.

Obviously enjoying it.

It's really like turning against each other.

No sign.

Ye Zheng grabbed the woman's long hair.

.......

Each one is shocking.

It quickly appeared on the woman's fair skin.

The woman let out a painful wail, her voice breaking.

Her body was trembling slightly, beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on her forehead, and she was enduring the torture from the man who had no idea when it would stop.

He gripped the sofa tightly with both hands, leaving scratches on the leather with his nails.

"Come up."

Ye Zheng finally stopped and threw the belt in his hand.

He grabbed the woman's arm and pulled her over.

Grab this woman by the neck.

……

The leather of the sofa creaked under the weight of the two people.

(The above 1,000 words are always too long to finish, so I’ll omit some of them.)

I don’t know how long it was, but when the men outside came in, they saw a horrible scene.

stunned for a moment.

But it’s not like I haven’t seen it before. I don’t know how many times this has happened.

The men dragged the dying woman away.

Ye Zheng picked up the phone and made a call.

A cold voice sounded:

"Speed ​​up the process. We need to sell the 50 tons of extremely high-purity products all over the world. We need to get the money back as soon as possible, within two months."

The person on the other end of the phone answered:

"Got it, Brother Zheng."

After Ye Zheng hung up the phone, he casually placed the phone on the sofa and covered his aching head with one hand.

The other hand dropped limply.

He frowned and covered his head in pain. After a round of unlimited stimulation, the pain in his head was reduced by half.

But it still felt like countless steel needles were stabbing me fiercely.

The bullet buried deep in the head was like the most terrifying time bomb, and every sting was like the ticking of the countdown hand.

Making a ticking sound of death.

Ye Zheng could even clearly feel the presence of the bullet, which was cold and hard, as if mercilessly mocking his fate.

You can't do anything to me.

He knew that even if he was lucky enough to survive, time would be running out.

Maybe in the next second, maybe at some inadvertent moment, this bomb will explode without warning.

Once that bomb explodes, the drug empire that he has worked so hard and spent many years to build will collapse in an instant.

Those subordinates who once committed evil under his tyranny would suddenly become a mess.

They will kill each other for that big piece of fat meat.

There was a gleam of ruthlessness in Ye Zheng's eyes, and he swore secretly in his heart.

Even if he dies, he wants to take someone with him.

On the road to the underworld, how could I let myself go to destruction alone?

How could he allow his only blood brother to be so carefree with the girl he liked?

Since we can't survive, let's go to hell together.

Ye Zheng leaned on the sofa again, the soft texture of the sofa swallowed him up, and he glanced at the sofa sideways.

Humph--

A bloody mess.

He stood up with disgust, took a few steps, and sat down on a leather sofa, his hand casually placed on the armrest.

His eyes were a little blurry, and he didn't know where his thoughts were drifting.

After a while, he raised his hand slightly and took out a cigarette from the cigarette box beside him. He turned the cigarette gently between his fingers with skillful and natural movements.

Then he put the cigarette in his mouth and the lighter flicked into flame.

He held the cigarette with trembling fingers and took a deep breath. His lips were trembling as he smoked.

I closed my eyes and calmed myself for a few seconds.

After a moment, the smoke slowly emerged from his nostrils, in wisps.

Afterwards, pick up the phone again.

It is 3 a.m. in Thailand at this time, which is about 9:30 p.m. in the Middle East.

Ye Zheng swiped his phone and found a call.

Called it.

The phone rang for a long time, over and over again. Ye Zheng frowned. The ringtone kept playing, but no one answered the phone, which made him annoyed.

The phone kept ringing until I hung up.

Ye Zheng's face turned livid.

I thought, maybe the other party was too busy to answer the phone.

So he dialed the number again.

The ringing continued for several times. Ye Zheng finally couldn't stand it anymore and hung up the phone.

Veins popped out on his forehead, and he clutched the still-burning cigarette tightly in his hand.

Hissed.

The spark from the cigarette flickered in his palm and then went out. He seemed unaware of the pain.

Of course, the pain of a spark burning the palm of your hand is nothing compared to a headache.

Ye Zheng's palm crushed the cigarette in his hand back and forth fiercely. The originally intact cigarette was twisted and deformed in an instant, and the tobacco scattered under his rough movement.

Until the cigarette was completely crushed into fine powder.

It fell from between his fingers and scattered all over the floor.

There was an almost ferocious look in his eyes, and his teeth were clenched.

"Somebody come!"

Ye Zheng shouted angrily.

The man standing guard at the door, the one who was hit on the head by the ashtray, had white gauze wrapped around his head, and blood was seeping from some part of the gauze. He opened the door and asked:

"Brother Zheng."

Ye Zheng's eyes darkened for a moment, and he said, "Send a few assassins to the Middle East and bring Fahad here alive."

Farhad, a wealthy man from the Middle East, an arms dealer, and has oil resources. (mentioned in Chapter 113.)

The most important point is that he and Ye Yan are partners and friends.

"receive."

The subordinate who was shot in the head closed the door and went out.

The room suddenly fell silent.

At this moment, Ye Zheng was sitting on the sofa like a statue, motionless, his eyes fixed on the photo on the table as if he were magnetized.

In the photo, Xiao Nuan has a playful and cute ponytail, and every strand of her hair is dancing in the sunlight.

A sweet smile graced her face.

Ye Zheng just stayed like that, staring at the photo without moving his eyes.

He took a deep breath. The little girl attracted him deeply, just like a drug.

Whenever I think about how I almost slept with her, hatred fills my eyes.

I really regret not getting rid of her sooner.

Let that kid Ye Yan come over.

When I thought of this, my head started to throb with pain.

The sweet and fragrant smell of that girl was the best he had ever smelled.

The skin was so delicate, like a peeled egg, with a smooth texture and no blemishes, and you could squeeze out water with a light pinch.

As soon as I thought about it, my lower abdomen started to react.

Hey!

But, such a good girl is next to that bad boy.

If you can't get it, then destroy it together.

No one can imagine it.

Since I can't survive, no one else can survive.

-

Swan Castle in the Imperial Capital.

Ye Yan was in a meeting in the conference room, which lasted for two hours. When everyone came out,

Wen Xiaonuan stood at the door of the conference room. She saw the man sitting inside through the crack in the door.

He was obviously dealing with something.

She just stood at the crack of the door and took a few looks, but didn't dare to go in.

Xiao Nuan has lived in the castle for so long, but has never entered his meeting room.

There are various documents and archival materials inside.

She felt that it was not suitable for her to go in, so if Ye Yan was in a meeting or something, she would stand outside and wait for him to come out.

This time is no exception.

Ye Yan sat lazily in the large and comfortable boss chair in the conference room, frowning slightly with sharp eyes.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a white corner of clothes vaguely visible through the crack in the door. The white color was particularly conspicuous against the dark crack in the door.

He raised his eyebrows and said in a low and magnetic voice:

"Come in, why are you sneaking around the door, are you trying to be a thief?"

The girl froze and stood at the door, somewhat at a loss, her hands nervously tugging at the corner of her clothes.

After hearing what the man said, she waved her hands and explained anxiously:

"No, no, I'm not a thief."

Xiao Nuan's eyes were wide open, full of innocence, and her cheeks were slightly red due to nervousness.

The man looked at the girl, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on his originally serious face. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he said jokingly:

"If you're not a thief, what are you standing at the door of the meeting room for?"

There was no blame in that tone, more of a lighthearted joke.

Wen Xiaonuan quickly explained:

"Then I'll help you close the door."

Before Ye Yan could say anything else, Xiao Nuan tactfully closed the door.

Standing at the door biting her lip.

"Wen Xiaonuan, come in."

The girl heard angry voices coming from the conference room, and the volume increased significantly.

Without thinking, she turned the door, but she still stood at the door politely:

"What?"

"I asked you to come in, but you didn't understand? Are you deaf?"

Ye Yan said unhappily, with a hint of impatience and anger.

Wen Xiaonuan understands his temper.

"It's not appropriate for me to go in. Your conference room contains important confidential information."

Xiao Nuan stood at the door, a little hesitant.

Ah--

Ye Yan sneered.

Wen Xiaonuan, ah Wen Xiaonuan, she just wants to make him die one day.

Ye Yan's eyes revealed displeasure, and his gaze shot towards the door like a sharp arrow.

After hearing what she said, the man became even more angry.

He slammed the table and said in a tough tone:

"Three seconds, come in quickly!"

Xiao Nuan bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, and then walked in slowly with small steps.

The man just stared at the coward, even a snail could crawl faster than her.

Xiao Nuan just walked to the man, and before she could react, the man stretched out his slender and strong arm.

Just like an eagle catching its chick, he picked up the girl and let her sit on his lap.

Then, the man put his arms around the girl. The action seemed overbearing, but it also carried a different kind of tenderness.

He held Xiao Nuan tightly in his arms.

Ye Yan's handsome face slowly approached Xiao Nuan, with undercurrents surging in his deep eyes.

The tip of his nose almost touched Xiao Nuan's fair and slender neck, and the warm breath brushed past gently, bringing a tingling sensation.

Ye Yan took a deep breath and greedily smelled the unique fragrance on Xiao Nuan's body, which was like a flower or sweet candy, and it always intoxicated him.

The girl lay in his arms, silent.

My heartbeat suddenly quickened.

Ye Yan's lips touched Xiao Nuan's neck lightly, and the gentle touch felt like a feather brushing gently.

Each of them created ripples in Xiao Nuan's heart.

The man opened his lips slightly, and whispered in a low and magnetic voice, with a bewitching magic:

"Little thief Wen, you just want to steal things."

Suddenly, Xiao Nuan's cheeks were stained with a charming blush, and she hurriedly explained:

"No, no, what can I steal?"