Report to the president, your actor has run away again

"Jingle-jingle-jingle-"

"Tsk, who is it?"

Jiang Meimei pulled on her slippers, rubbed her eyes and walked slowly towards the door, "It's so annoying to catch a date in the middle of the night."

She had just been partying all night in the bar the day before, and the hangover made her have a headache so hard that she wanted to hit the wall, and she still hadn't recovered after sleeping for a day and a half.Countless phone calls from friends with benefits didn't wake her up, but she was woken up by this idiot who didn't know where she came from and rang the doorbell.

Before reaching the door, the doorbell turned into a violent slamming sound.

"Are you fucking sick?"

As soon as Jiang Meimei opened the door, she felt a pungent smell of alcohol. At the same time, a hand tightly grabbed her throat.

"Where is Leng Ran?"

Fu Zhao took two steps forward, directly pressed Jiang Meimei against the wall, pinched her neck with one hand, and almost lifted her whole body off the ground.

Jiang Meimei's eyes were wide open, she couldn't even speak, and while coughing, she grabbed Fu Zhao's arm and beat it desperately.

Is this idiot crazy? !

"You calm down!"

Fu Xin didn't expect Fu Zhao to be so ruthless, so he hurried forward a few steps, grabbed Fu Zhao's collar and pulled back forcefully, forcing him to let go of the hand that was holding Jiang Meimei's neck.

Jiang Meimei leaned against the wall next to her and gasped for breath. When she looked up, she found that Fu Zhao was still staring at her with red eyes, and hurriedly took several steps back.

With Fu Zhao's posture just now, Jiang Meimei felt that he could really choke her own neck.

"Old man Fu, you are fucking sick, my mother doesn't play sm, you idiot, trembling and perverted!"

Fu Zhao is now in a state of madness or about to go mad. He can't hear what Jiang Meimei is saying, and only knows to repeat the question he just asked.

"Where is Leng Ran?"

Jiang Meimei rubbed her neck, rolled her eyes and said angrily: "Your people, you come to ask me? Sure enough, it's brain flooding and IQ short circuit."

What Jiang Meimei said is right, Fu Zhao is not only short-circuited in IQ, but his whole body is short-circuited to the point where sparks are about to enter and exit.

"No, you said before that you would be bad for Leng Ran, it must be you"

Seeing that Fu Zhao was about to go there again, Fu Xin grabbed him, "Jiang Meimei is not that kind of person."

After finishing speaking, Fu Xin felt a little guilty, and turned to look at Jiang Meimei, "Aren't you?"

"Of course I'm not!"

Jiang Meimei felt that she had been wronged.At that time, she was disgusted by Chi Hengyang's scum, and she really couldn't stop making love to him, so she asked Fu Zhao again if she wanted to marry her.

Fu Zhao refused and beat her up, and Jiang Meimei said casually, "I'll see if you agree with me when I sneakily sell that little thing to Africa someday."

Damn, who knew Fu Zhao just remembered it.

She's not a human trafficker, she's just a scammer!

"If it wasn't her, who would it be?"

Fu Zhao sat paralyzed on the ground, staring fixedly at the photo.He zoomed in on the photo, and saw Leng Ran's bound wrists, where there were faint red marks.

He must have been in pain and scared.

"cold burn"

Looking at the ring on Leng Ran's ring finger in the photo, Fu Zhao felt extremely sour.

He doesn't want any vows now, he just wants Leng Ran to come back.

The screen jumped, and it was the previously unknown number.

Fu Zhao picked it up immediately: "Hello, Leng Ran? Is Leng Ran you?"

The other party seemed very satisfied with his eagerness. Although the voice was changed by a voice changer, he could still hear the triumphant tone.

"Fu Sanshao, don't come here without any problems. Isn't it a bit lonely and sleepless at night without the company of your little lover?"

"Who are you, Leng Ran?!"

"Want to hear my little lover's voice?" The other party let out two weird laughs, "Yes."

There was a noisy voice from the phone. Judging from the voice, there were at least three or four people on the other side.

This realization made Fu Zhao panic again. He heard the strange voice again, but this time it was not directed at him.

"Beauty, come, say something to your benefactor."

Time passed by every minute and every second, Fu Zhao held his breath, but there was still only the sound of electric current in his ears.

"Don't talk, right?" There was a bit of anger in the other party's voice, "You still have a tough mouth, let's see how long you can be tough."

"You two, call me!"

There was a sound of punching and kicking, and just as Fu Zhao was about to speak, he heard a weak humming sound from the other end of the phone.

The blood all over his body rushed to his brain at that moment, and Fu Zhaohong shouted with red eyes: "Don't fucking touch him!"

"Did you hear that?" The other party's voice sounded very happy. To be precise, the angrier Fu Zhao was, the happier he was.

"Fu Sanshao really deserves to be a veteran of Huacong. Your little lover is really lovable."

"fuck you"

Fu Zhao clenched his back molars tightly, and his knuckles made a crisp sound due to the force.

"I'm going to kill you, did you hear me, I'm absolutely fucking going to kill you!"

"Wow, I'm so scared."

"But third young master, don't forget, he is still in my hands. Do you think you should kill me first, or should I kill your little lover first?"