World Hopping: Avenge Our Love

Ding Mingcheng's face suddenly turned extremely ugly.

"I called you back to let you solve this problem. The higher-ups have already started to investigate, and they will ask you for questioning in at most two days. If you really go in, it will be a matter of a lifetime. Mingcheng, you should think about it clearly."

Ding Mingcheng also began to beat drums in his heart, "Then what should I do now, uncle?"

"Go to Tang Chi. In the past two years, there is not much evidence for Han Feiran's incident. As for the others, even if you can't escape, as long as Tang Chi is willing to withdraw the lawsuit, those are even sentenced, and they are easy to get. You. After all, Han Feiran is dead, and his reputation was ruined. But Tang Chi is not, isn't Tang Chi right now for you to file a lawsuit?"

"Before the trouble is exposed to the public, you are going to have a personal affair with Tang."

"If Tang Chi disagrees, even if you kneel down and beg him, you will still get his consent."

After Ding Mingcheng's uncle finished speaking, he immediately drove him away.And Ding Mingcheng himself was also in a trance, a little unable to tell what to do.

Up to now, he has almost figured out the cause and effect, and even confirmed that the master of metaphysics before was also the ghost of Song Yucheng.But even so, he has no evidence, so he has nothing to do with Song Yucheng.Instead, it was his own tail, all of which were held in his hands.

But what Ding Mingcheng didn't expect was that his head was full of bags, and Feiyue was also at risk.

For the public, the matter has not come to light.But it has spread throughout the circle.But anyone with dignity knows why Tang Chi sued Ding Mingcheng.I also know that Feiyue probably collapsed completely this time.

A talented singer who had jumped from Feiyue before, and now he has established his own studio, received a call from Feiyue's vice president.

"If you're talking about playing the emotional card, think about it carefully. Feiyue is a springboard. Even if there was a little friction back then, after all these years, there should still be a little bit of passion. Just help me with a word. If you can't do it later, Feiyue is good. Make it up to you." The vice president of Feiyue almost asked for it directly.

Although the incident of Ding Mingcheng's violence against Tang Chi has not been announced to the public, the fact that it was revealed is already very good.In addition, Ding Mingcheng seldom left room for others in his actions before, so when Feiyue fell, no one was willing to help.Even some young artists in the company who had just signed a contract began to discuss job-hopping in private.As for the Internet, there are big revelations every day, and every place is black to the point of blackness.

At this point, the usual public relations methods are already a drop in the bucket, and asking the old people for help is just a last struggle.

However, what I got was a hateful "dream!" followed by a busy tone.

In the general circle, most people pay attention to being a human being and keeping a line.Even when Luo Tong collapsed back then, Shuangyu suffered a heavy loss and was hurt, so it was difficult to recover in the short term.But Feiyue this time is just the opposite.

The entire music circle wanted to kill them, and they didn't know how many people Ding Mingcheng had offended all these years.

Vice President Feiyue listened to the busy tone on the phone, leaned back on the chair, and felt that he had aged dozens of years in an instant.But so what?Feiyue's defeat was already doomed when Tang Chi returned.Now that even the boss Ding Mingcheng is gone, as a part-time worker, what can he do to turn the tide?That's all.

Thinking so, he simply gave up and resigned himself to fate.Even the emergency call from the front desk, saying that the serious crime team of the Municipal Bureau came to the company to collect evidence, did not arouse his nervousness at all.

The pot was broken, and now even a god can't save Feiyue.This time, the vice president didn't even call Ding Mingcheng, he just sent a text message and simply turned off the phone.

As for Ding Mingcheng who received the text message, he also understood what he meant.There was no way to hide the unwillingness and anger in my heart.But he couldn't disobey his uncle's order, so he could only patiently call Tang Chi.

However, it was Song Yucheng who answered the phone last.

"Xie Qianshen? I want to talk directly to Tang Chi!" The enemy was extremely jealous when they met, thinking that the miserable appearance of a mouse crossing the street today was all thanks to Song Yucheng, and Ding Mingcheng couldn't suppress his anger, but Song Yucheng's answer made his arrogance disappear instantly.

"I thought you were begging for help."

"..." Ding Mingcheng calmed down instantly.That's right, even if he resented Song Yucheng, he still had to persuade Tang Chi to withdraw the lawsuit in order to have a glimmer of hope.No matter how humiliating he is right now, he must endure it.

Thinking about it, Ding Mingcheng managed to ease his tone, and said to Song Yucheng: "You are right, I lost this time. I agree. I have something to discuss with Tang Chi. I wonder if Manager Xie is willing to accommodate?"

Ding Mingcheng was ready to be humiliated by Song Yucheng.But he never expected that Song Yucheng agreed directly.

"Okay, see you at Yuehua Tower at three o'clock in the afternoon." After speaking, Song Yucheng hung up the phone.

But his unexpected happiness made Ding Mingcheng feel inexplicably uneasy.Because the name Yuehualou was a little too familiar, but no matter how he recalled it, he couldn't figure out why.

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I have to say that the place Song Yucheng was looking for was really remote.Ding Mingcheng followed the navigation, and finally found it after asking two passers-by.

It is an old tea house.The name is antique, but the facilities inside are like the painting style of a few years ago.Even the waiters are very few, except when someone tells him where the reserved private room is when he enters the door, there are no extra people.

"What the hell kind of place is Xie Qianchen making an appointment with?" Ding Mingcheng felt something was wrong as he walked towards the private room, and there was always an inexplicable sense of disobedience in his heart.

But when he finally opened the door of the private room and entered, it was the time when he was really scared.

The photos on the four walls, and the faces inside each one are so familiar.Once he is familiar with it, as long as he sees the photos, Ding Mingcheng can recall the taste when he pressed people under his body and tasted it to his heart's content.

So, what is this all about?

Ding Mingcheng's expression became embarrassed, he took a step back subconsciously, and wanted to leave first, but found that the door of the private room was locked.

"Thank you Qianchen!" Ding Mingcheng was rather courageous, he yelled, wanting to call Song Yucheng out.But there was no response.

Instead, the TV screen on the opposite wall suddenly turned on.

It was an effect that could only be recorded by an old-fashioned camera. The pure and beautiful girl in it was dressed like a policewoman, and she was heroic.But in the next scene, she was ruined and had to withdraw from the newspaper photos of the entertainment industry.

"Are you familiar? This girl is the first person you have played with." Song Yucheng's voice sounded just right, but he could only hear her voice, but not her person.

"What do you want to do? I thought I came here to talk to Tang Chi."

"Talk?" Song Yucheng's voice was full of sarcasm: "When the girl was exposed to the nurturing scandal, she also wanted to talk to you. Did you talk to him?"

"So you want to settle old scores with me now?"

"That's right! Let's calculate how many people you have ruined over the years."

"Don't worry, watch the video slowly. This is the second, the third, the fourth... oh, there are too many, it seems that I can't count them." The tone seemed to be joking, but in fact every word was full of malicious.And in such a relatively closed environment, this kind of liquidation, even if those people are still alive, is still frightening.And under the TV, the sound of "click" and "click" when the honesty video tape was playing also made people shudder.

And when the last video was played.Even though Ding Mingcheng was calm, he couldn't stand still.

It was a video of when they tortured Han Feiran back then.At the same time, Ding Mingcheng finally recalled why he felt that Yuehualou was familiar.

Because back then, in order to insult Han Feiran, the location they set was Yuehua Tower.And Han Feiran took the film of the best actor, and it was also in Yuehualou.

Watching the TV, Han Feiran struggled silently until he was in despair. For some reason, he usually only thought the scene was exciting, but this time, it could only bring fear to Ding Mingcheng.

"Don't be fucking pretending, Xie Qianchen, come out!" Ding Mingcheng shouted in embarrassment, but then, the sudden change of the picture on the TV almost made him pee his pants in fright.

"Don't worry, I'll come out right away." The big bloody characters were as horrific as if a wronged soul had scratched out on the TV screen with sharp nails.Song Yucheng's low laughter was also full of weirdness.It is exactly the same as the picture on the screen.

And when he walked out from behind slowly, it was the moment that terrified Ding Mingcheng the most.

At this moment, Ding Mingcheng almost thought that the dead Han Feiran had come back to life.

Today's Song Yucheng's dressing style is completely different from usual. The ordinary white shirt and beige slacks make him look extraordinarily youthful.The gentleness between his eyebrows and his natural taciturn temperament also weakened his overly beautiful facial features and brought a strong visual impact to people.

He was exactly the same Han Feiran back then.Even the details of walking are shockingly similar.

He didn't seem to be surprised by Ding Mingcheng's fear. Every step he took seemed to be stepping on Ding Mingcheng's heart. When he really approached, Ding Mingcheng had already started to be afraid involuntarily.

"Don't think that if you make it like this, I will be afraid of you."

"How could you think that? After all, I begged you so much back then, and you didn't let me go, did you?"

I used it, not him...

This kind of weird word, in this kind of atmosphere, is particularly concerned.Ding Mingcheng subconsciously widened his eyes and stared at Song Yucheng. The next second, his hand on the table pressed against some mechanism.The walls of the entire room have changed.

The mirrors were no longer the photos that represented his criminal evidence, but were all replaced by mirrors.Except for the fact that the floor is somewhat realistic, the rest, including the ceiling, have been replaced with clear mirrors.

"Are you starting to get scared?"

"Do you think it's a bit like a ghost asking for your life?"

"Ding Mingcheng, look up, every one of you has panic written on your face. You have done too many outrageous things and ruined the futures of too many people. You even have lives in your hands."

"You nonsense! Han Feiran's death has nothing to do with me!"

"It has nothing to do with you? Did you release the video? Did you find the navy? Did you instigate the grievances between Xiao Lun and Cao Kun? In the end, those brothers who enjoyed the delicious food together in the end, were you the one who made the phone call yourself?" A phone call?"

"Ding Mingcheng...Look down at the blood on your hands." Song Yucheng's voice at this time was extremely cold, more terrifying than a grieving ghost who crawled out of hell and wanted to take his life.

"It's time for us to settle the accounts."

Ding Mingcheng suddenly felt a cold wind blowing behind his neck, he raised his head subconsciously, but saw himself in the mirror, and his head suddenly fell off his neck.As for his shoulder, there was also a fierce ghost who wanted to kill him.

"Ah!" Ding Mingcheng screamed, his mind went blank.

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Song Yucheng: Does the thorn stimulate?Is it surprising?

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