The actor is slapped in the face by the chef every day

Want to go to Paris?Unfortunately, I don't want to agree.That person is now ruined.Even if you rush over, there is nothing you can do to recover. "

The male voice next to the ear was like thunder on the ground, making Meng Tian's heart skip a beat.

However, the other party has more to say: "Why do you worry so much about that man? I am much more considerate than him. These few days, all your time belongs to me. "

Looking up at Alan like a ghost, Meng Tian tried hard to see how much the other party knew.

"Why do you look at me like that? You're so terrified that you don't have beautiful eyes. For a while, I still hope you can look at me admiringly and say I'm awesome - just like we did last night when we were together. "

He directly turned off Meng Tian's cell phone and threw it far away. Allen covered himself and locked the agent under him, so that the other party could not move, and sealed all her unspoken words with his mouth:

"It's only a week, let's not waste time on places other than the bed..."

Struggling vigorously with both hands to no avail, bound like meat skewers on a grill, the anger in Meng Yan's eyes was about to overflow, full of unwillingness.

"There are a total of 1 contestants in this competition. After careful discussion by the judges and teachers on the field, the contestant who won No.[-] will directly advance to the finals of the World Food Awards."

Under the spotlight, the male host wearing a bow tie held the microphone and excitedly announced the winner of this Tokyo station:

"The player who won No.1 in this competition is very special. He is very young, and he is also the only foreign player this year. His name is—"

"Li Luo!"

There was no expected applause, and most of the audience was unfamiliar with this name.

Even if you have seen the cooking process of the competition from afar, but with so many audiences, it is impossible to have the opportunity to taste the works of all the contestants. Everyone is not very sure about the true level of this so-called "No.1".

Most of the contestants were head chefs of star-rated hotels all over Japan. This sudden foreign name made the relatives of the contestants and the onlookers who didn't know the truth very confused.

Until Li Luo came to the stage to accept the award.

On the big screen on the stage, the whole process of Master Chef’s cooking was replayed: the knife skills are flying like butterflies, the dishes are bright in color, and a total of six dishes are put together.

The ten judges present were not fools, so naturally they would not award the award to a person who is not good at cooking.

Otherwise, it would be embarrassing to reach the finals, but their entire Tokyo jury.

Finally, the belated applause sounded deafeningly on the court.

In the judges' seat, Mr. Fujita's gaze was fixed on Li Luo.Seeing the appreciative smile on the old man's face, he couldn't help but blush with embarrassment:

If the other party was not willing to give him a chance to compete, the one standing on the podium today would have to be replaced.

"Next, we will invite Mr. Neil Stone, our sponsor of this gourmet award, to present awards to the winners." The host's voice changed Li Luo's thoughts.

Suspected that he had heard wrongly, if the master chef hadn't been looking at so many eyes staring at him, he could hardly help rubbing his ears, lest he would hallucinate:

Why is the name of this award presenter exactly the same as that person's!

As the cheerful music sounded, a blond man in a purple suit with a reserved face stepped onto the stage, took the trophy from the Miss Manners, and walked up to Li Luo step by step.

"A Luo." Looking at the stunned face of the chef, Neil seemed to have a sense of accomplishment, his blue eyes smiled, like ripples on the surface of a lake, swaying in circles, fascinated by the sight:

"Long time no see, do you miss me?"

Fu Jinghui was sure that he was imprisoned.

Except for the bedroom he saw as soon as he opened his eyes, he couldn't take a step out of the room.

"Be obedient, don't force me to lock you in the house with chains like before."

He Gang warned Fu Jinghui not to try to run around.

In fact, even if he wanted to escape, the doors and windows were locked, and there was no phone in the house, let alone his mobile phone, so it was really difficult to escape.

Trying to dig out a hole in the wall with a spoon like in American dramas, but looking at the toothpick in his hand, he still put the thing back silently...

Stay like this until the sun goes down, the red sunset slowly slides down the glass on the window, the moon is on the horizon, and is about to make a leap and leap into the sky.

The point in time when light and night meet, in ancient legends, is called——

Devil's hour.

"Clap."

The originally locked door was opened.

Surprised by the movement, Fu Jinghui thought it was He Gang who had arrived, and stared at the door vigilantly.

— but not.

The first thing that catches the eye is a dinner plate.

Five dark brown slices are neatly arranged on it, with a fine texture, the wine red sauce soaks them, and fried golden and crisp apple slices.Carrots are lined up with mashed potatoes.

Several cherries are dotted on it, and on the purplish red color, there are tiny water droplets, reflecting the brilliant light projected by the crystal lamp.

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Venice, Italy.

Although it is called a water city, in winter, the cold days still drop in temperature.

The heavy curtains were drawn, and the room was dark.

The exhaustion filled the whole room, and it was hard to tell whether it was day or night outside—although for those who were deeply in love, there was no difference between day and night in bed.

The mobile phone placed on the bedside table kept vibrating, and the indomitable posture made a pair of arms finally stretch out from the pure black quilt.

Slender, pure white, with dark red marks all over it, like rose petals.The knuckles of her fingers were well-proportioned, and she stroked the silk quilt bit by bit, groping for the phone.

Slowly swiping the phone away and bringing it closer to my ear, a female voice that was a bit urgent but still trying to hold back sounded from the other end of the phone:

"Miss Meng, the chicken soup you wanted before has been simmered. The ingredients are ready, when will you come over and have a taste?"

It was Liu Xinran.

In the darkness, the eyes that hadn't been fully opened suddenly lit up, like the aurora in the snowy night.

—The fish is hooked.

Everything went according to plan.

"Your home cooking is always good, of course I want to taste it myself." A slightly hoarse voice sounded, Meng Tian felt a little thirsty, pursed his lips, and propped himself up with one arm:

"Today is a fine day, I'll go find you."

According to the plan, Liu Xinran should have prepared a camera and related equipment at the place where He Gang was at this moment, just waiting for the evidence to be convincing this time, and send him and the old man to prison as companions.

After hanging up the phone, she lifted a corner of the quilt and prepared to get out of bed lightly.

However, her wrist was grabbed.

"Why, after sleeping with me, you just plan to leave like this, aren't you responsible for me?" The lazy Italian sounded, charming and attractive.

Like the fallen angels in the Bible, tempting people to perish.

Meng Yan's back stiffened, but when he turned his head, his face was already full of tenderness:

"Did I wake you up?"

Holding the hand extended by the man, she glanced at him with a hint of anger and a smile: "It's only been a short time since you haven't slept all night, but you have the energy to prevent me from running away?"

The man on the bed was bare-chested, revealing a smooth collarbone. His golden eyes were quietly watching her, possessing a charm that no woman could resist.

If we say that Fu Jinghui's appearance gives people the impression of Zhuo Zhuo Qinglian, a gentleman who is dignified and refined; Li Luo gives people the impression of a quiet mountain stream, quiet and restrained, which can be seen from a distance but not approached; Then this man completely abandoned the image of a gentleman in the traditional sense, like a blue enchantress in the dark night, full of danger and temptation.

Right now, this blue enchantress has just been picked by the agent—all night.

With a slight force on his hand, he pulled the half-sitting Meng Tian back to the bed.The man stretched out his ape arms, and with the light of the mobile phone screen, he gently kissed the manager's forehead:

"Then, do you want to run, my lord queen?"

It is true that Meng Tian has always been very queen-like, and those colleagues would jokingly call her "Queen" at work, but now that these two words are spoken from a man's mouth, her back feels numb for no reason.

"You want to go to Paris? Unfortunately, I don't want to agree. That person is already ruined. Even if you rush there, there is nothing you can do."

The male voice next to the ear was like thunder on the ground, making Meng Tian's heart skip a beat.

However, the other party has more to say: "Why do you worry so much about that man? I am much more considerate than him. These few days, all your time belongs to me. "

Looking up at Alan like a ghost, Meng Tian tried hard to see how much the other party knew.

"Why do you look at me like that? You're so terrified that you don't have beautiful eyes. For a while, I still hope you can look at me admiringly and say I'm awesome - just like we did last night when we were together. "

He directly turned off Meng Tian's cell phone and threw it far away. Allen covered himself and locked the agent under him, so that the other party could not move, and sealed all her unspoken words with his mouth:

"It's only a week, let's not waste time on places other than the bed..."

Struggling vigorously with both hands to no avail, bound like meat skewers on a grill, the anger in Meng Yan's eyes was about to overflow, full of unwillingness.

"There are a total of 1 contestants in this competition. After careful discussion by the judges and teachers on the field, the contestant who won No.[-] will directly advance to the finals of the World Food Awards."

Under the spotlight, the male host wearing a bow tie held the microphone and excitedly announced the winner of this Tokyo station:

"The player who won No.1 in this competition is very special. He is very young, and he is also the only foreign player this year. His name is—"

"Li Luo!"

There was no expected applause, and most of the audience was unfamiliar with this name.

Even if you have seen the cooking process of the competition from afar, but with so many audiences, it is impossible to have the opportunity to taste the works of all the contestants. Everyone is not very sure about the true level of this so-called "No.1".

Most of the contestants were head chefs of star-rated hotels all over Japan. This sudden foreign name made the relatives of the contestants and the onlookers who didn't know the truth very confused.

Until Li Luo came to the stage to accept the award.

On the big screen on the stage, the whole process of Master Chef’s cooking was replayed: the knife skills are flying like butterflies, the dishes are bright in color, and a total of six dishes are put together.

The ten judges present were not fools, so naturally they would not award the award to a person who is not good at cooking.

Otherwise, it would be embarrassing to reach the finals, but their entire Tokyo jury.

Finally, the belated applause sounded deafeningly on the court.

In the judges' seat, Mr. Fujita's gaze was fixed on Li Luo.Seeing the appreciative smile on the old man's face, he couldn't help but blush with embarrassment:

If the other party was not willing to give him a chance to compete, the one standing on the podium today would have to be replaced.

"Next, we will invite Mr. Neil Stone, our sponsor of this gourmet award, to present awards to the winners." The host's voice changed Li Luo's thoughts.

Suspected that he had heard wrongly, if the master chef hadn't been looking at so many eyes staring at him, he could hardly help rubbing his ears, lest he would hallucinate:

Why is the name of this award presenter exactly the same as that person's!

As the cheerful music sounded, a blond man in a purple suit with a reserved face stepped onto the stage, took the trophy from the Miss Manners, and walked up to Li Luo step by step.

"A Luo." Looking at the stunned face of the chef, Neil seemed to have a sense of accomplishment, his blue eyes smiled, like ripples on the surface of a lake, swaying in circles, fascinated by the sight:

"Long time no see, do you miss me?"

Fu Jinghui was sure that he was imprisoned.

Except for the bedroom he saw as soon as he opened his eyes, he couldn't take a step out of the room.

"Be obedient, don't force me to lock you in the house with chains like before."

He Gang warned Fu Jinghui not to try to run around.

In fact, even if he wanted to escape, the doors and windows were locked, and there was no phone in the house, let alone his mobile phone, so it was really difficult to escape.

Trying to dig out a hole in the wall with a spoon like in American dramas, but looking at the toothpick in his hand, he still put the thing back silently...

Stay like this until the sun goes down, the red sunset slowly slides down the glass on the window, the moon is on the horizon, and is about to make a leap and leap into the sky.

The point in time when light and night meet, in ancient legends, is called——

Devil's hour.

"Clap."

The originally locked door was opened.

Surprised by the movement, Fu Jinghui thought it was He Gang who had arrived, and stared at the door vigilantly.

— but not.

The first thing that catches the eye is a dinner plate.

Five dark brown flakes are neatly arranged on top of it, the texture is fine, and the burgundy sauce drenches them.

☆, ginger milk

The author has something to say: a large bunch of corn, celery, and carrots were wrapped in the clothes. The chef hurried back to Mr. Xu’s house, picked up his luggage and passport, and went directly to the airport by car.

On the way, looking at the drivers sitting in the front row, Guan Guan and the others had a lot to say, but it was hard to say it.

When they arrived at the airport, seeing that the security check was just ahead, Guan Guan and the others consciously hid in Li Luo's special interlayer of clothes to prevent being discovered by electronic scanners.

Waiting room.

"After you left, Ah Luo, thieves broke into the house and took away everything in the house, including us." Climbing to the neckline of the chef, Guan Guan reported everything they encountered to the chef. other side.

Sitting on the chair in the last row of the airport waiting room, Li Luo was stunned when he heard the words:

"Even you took it with you?"

These days, thieves also know not to waste food, and they pack vegetables together when they see them?

"It's not just as simple as taking it away." He squeezed it out of his pocket and pushed Guan Guan to the side, and a leaf of celery finally came out:

"After Guan Guan and the others were taken away, those people actually wanted to dissect them for experiments!"

"'Arrest you for an experiment? What kind of experiment? Carrot and celery juice compatibility test? And, what do you mean they' were taken away, not 'us'? Aren't you with Guanguan?" Li Luo keenly discovered this Kid's words.

The leaves flicked, and Celery scrambled up: "I was also brought into that laboratory at the time. Guanguan felt that the matter was not simple, so he covered it and asked me to come out first to deliver a letter to you."

This guy's voice was too loud, and under the excitement, almost a whole celery sprang out from his collar.A little girl who was chasing the ball around heard the movement, and cast her gaze towards Li Luo curiously.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he slapped the kid back into his collar to hide it. The chef smiled at the girl.

The opponent blushed, held the ball and ran towards his parents with his head down.

For the decision to let the stupidest child in the family come forward to report the news, Li Luo felt very incomprehensible:

"Guanguan, are you so relieved to let Goudan go out alone? Are you afraid that he will get lost?"

Speaking of this, Guan Guan also regretted his original decision: "There is no way. At that time, we were packed into a cardboard box and sent to the laboratory. This kid was placed at the top facing the door. Time is urgent, so let him escape. It's the easiest."

In the end, he covered his face with a corn leaf, and Guan Guan let out a long sigh: "As long as there is another candidate, I don't want him to go—this kind of final exam can't answer the questions, and I want to make a cheat sheet, but I find that the whole class is sitting next to me." Can you feel the feeling of being the last one?"

Mr. Celery: ...The two of you dislike me so much in front of me, have you considered my feelings?

"Otherwise? Letting you look for someone but fail to find them, even if you finally run into an acquaintance and don't ask for clarification, what's the matter with being beaten up by your own people in the end!" Guan Guan was annoyed.

As soon as the official said "fight", the cauliflower porridge underneath also said: "Ah Luo, we saw the face of the mastermind who took us away!"

See the people behind the scenes?This is good news, Li Luo feels that he can definitely let the other party go: "What does it look like, what is its name, how old is it?"

Stepping on Goudan with one foot, Congee Congee climbed up by himself: "You have seen that man before."

seen?who is it?

With a puzzled look on his face, Li Shi couldn't think of any acquaintance who would go to his house to steal vegetables.

"It's the blue eye in the backstage today who said he wanted to challenge you!"

"It's the handsome guy who gave you the award today!"

The former sentence was said by Porridge Congee, and the latter sentence was said by Cigu.

The comparison between the normal painting style and the fangirl painting style.

"The handsome blond guy is actually the villain, I like this plot!" Momo was very excited.

Li Luo: What the hell is that guy Neil doing?Actually went to his house?

What about not contacting each other within five years as agreed, and each depending on his own ability?

He thought to himself, after Fu Jinghui was rescued, he would go to that brat to settle the score.As a result, after getting off the plane, the chef suddenly thought of a very serious question:

This guy, Ah San, only said that Fu Jinghui was arrested and taken to a yard full of sycamore trees, but where is the yard full of sycamore trees as big as Paris?

This foie gras is really not clean.

This was the first feeling of Fu Jinghui who became dizzy and weak after eating.

Thank goodness, Mr. Film King rarely realized clearly that there was something wrong with the food in front of him.

Don't eat anything that is given by a stranger.This is what every child has been taught by their mother since childhood.

Fu Jinghui also remembered.

Therefore, he just pretended to eat something, put the foie gras in his mouth, and prepared to spit it out when he had a chance.

——The idea is very good, but unfortunately when the time came, something went wrong.

The so-called being old and becoming a demon does not mean that all immortals can become spirits, but that people who have lived for a long time will often be extraordinarily shrewd and not easy to deceive.

The old man surnamed Wang in front of him is not easy to deceive.

The old man who was originally sitting on the sofa stood up, walked slowly to Fu Jinghui's side, and stared at him without saying a word as he forked a piece of foie gras and put it into his mouth.

Then, she just looked at him with unblinking eyes.

After holding that thing in his mouth for a long time, Mr. Yingdi couldn't take it anymore.

The foie gras in the mouth is easy to digest, and the cheeks are a little sour after a long time.The hand holding the fork was a little stiff, and he couldn't help but put down the fork, wanting to move his wrist to divert his attention.

Just as he put it down, a hand stretched out, pinched his chin, lifted it, and pressed it.

"Guji-"

The piece of foie gras that was almost melted in the mouth finally happily entered Mr. Actor's esophagus.

Fu Jinghui:! ! !

"Why, you still want to play tricks in front of me?" The old man loosened the hand that was pinching Fu Jinghui's chin, took the napkin from one side, and slowly wiped his fingers clean one by one.

With his fingers dug into his throat, Fu Jinghui tried to spit out what he had eaten.

Tried for a long time, the result is useless.

It was the first time that he secretly hated how a dish could be so melt-in-your-mouth. In this case, he was almost anxious to death.

"Don't waste your energy." The old man sat back on the sofa after watching Fu Jinghui tossing and saying, "You are still the same, you can't see the situation clearly."

Mr. Film King panted, sat on the chair, his face was ashen, and there was only one thought in his mind:

It's over, it's over, it's over!

He has been missing for so long, Nanfeng should call the police, right?

Meng Tian was so concerned about his safety, and when he heard the news of his disappearance from Nanfeng, he would definitely spare no effort to find him.It's just that she is busy with her sweetheart, you and my manager, and it's doubtful whether she has time to receive the news of his disappearance.

The elder brother at home saw those news reports, maybe he was sharpening his sword and wanted to arrest him to find out the truth.

And Li Luo...

That guy is probably having a good time in some corner of Tokyo right now.I heard that the geisha in Ginza, Tokyo are versatile. That guy likes to watch gossip news when he has nothing to do.

After thinking about it like this, there was no one who could rush to rescue him immediately.

In order to become a big star, Fu Jinghui began to seriously reflect on whether he had failed too much in life.

Before he finished his self-examination, he found that his strength was losing little by little.

"Ding——" the knife in his hand slipped from his fingertips and fell on the carpet.

Falling limply on the chair, only relying on the back of the chair to keep from slipping to the ground, Fu Jinghui began to panic.

"What a beautiful face, such a beautiful work of art, it should be kept in the collection room and admired alone."

Smooth and wrinkled hands caressed Fu Jinghui's cheeks, and the old man cast his cold eyes on him:

"Back then, that kid He Gang said he wanted to make a movie, so he invited me to the set to see the leading actor he was most satisfied with since his debut.

I didn't think much of it at first.These days, beauties are easy to find, and there are as many people who come off the plastic surgery assembly line in hospitals every year.However, top-notch beauties are hard to come by.

I thought He Gang just saw an actor with excellent acting skills who could meet his filming requirements.Who would have thought that after going to the set to take a look, he realized that his vision was not bad this time.

Appearance, temperament, acting skills, word-of-mouth... you have everything a popular actor should have, which is great.What our company needs is such a good seed that can become a superstar. "

Of course I know I'm fine!Being touched by the other party made one's hair stand on end, goosebumps all popped out.Mr. Yingdi thought that the other party was going to fight to the death for what he was going to do to him, but who would have thought that the other party changed the subject and started rambling about the past.

Fu Jinghui: The medicine is taking effect, I am a little sleepy...

"But it's always difficult for people who don't know current affairs to stay in this circle for a long time." His tone changed, and the other party grabbed Fu Jinghui's neck, completely waking up the guy who was about to fall asleep.

"He Gang loves the fragrance and cherishes the jade and is not willing to be rough on you. I am not your admirer. Your cute and pitiful face doesn't work for me." His tone was like ice in the twelfth lunar month, and the old man asked what he wanted the most. knew:

"Tell me, what did you see in the clubhouse that day!"

Who knows what he saw at the time?I don't remember at all!

The face of being pinched was purple, and Fu Jinghui tried hard to break off the opponent's hand.

It's a pity that his strength now is like a cat scratching in the eyes of the other party.

"I... don't... remember..." After uttering these words forcefully, little stars began to appear in front of his eyes.

"Nonsense about amnesia, do you think I'm He Gang, and I would believe in this kind of third-rate romance drama?" The old man didn't take it seriously, dragged Fu Jinghui all the way to the sofa, and threw pancakes with India Throw it in the same way.

"Bam—"

Mr. Film King, who was thrown onto the sofa, felt that his internal organs were about to be shaken out.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Trying to breathe the fresh air, he scratched his hands and wanted to escape the door.

In the end, before he could climb two steps, his palm felt a sharp pain——

The opponent stepped on his palm.

"Don't sign a contract with my company, heh... The contract with your current company will expire next year, right? I don't think you have any plans to renew your contract with your old company. Why, the one named Chu offered The conditions will be higher than mine?"

Squatting down/body up, the old man stepped on Fu Jinghui's hand and exerted a little force: "This person, you have to be content, it's not good to be so ambitious."

"——Come on, tell me, three months ago in the Yunya clubhouse, who did you see with the surname Chu and what did you say?"

His lips turned white from the pain, Fu Jinghui opened his mouth softly and said something.

The old man didn't hear clearly, so he bent down and approached his ear: "What are you talking about, can't you speak louder?"

Looking at the ear with age spots coming over, Fu Jinghui tried his best and roared:

"I said, it's your uncle! I don't even know what club you're talking about with the surname Chu! You're out of your mind!"

After the words fell, the other party's face suddenly darkened.

"I still have the strength to speak loudly. It seems that the medicine just now is not effective enough."

Standing up and patting the folds of the clothes on his body, the old man kicked Fu Jinghui's heart mercilessly.

Mr. Yingdi almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Reaching out to take the dinner plate from the small table, the old man picked up a piece of foie gras with a fork: "It's not good to waste food. Isn't the recent public welfare program advocating 'CDs'? You can eat all of them."

After finishing speaking, he directly pinched Fu Jinghui's mouth, and the old man fed a piece of foie gras straight into his throat.

This feeling made Fu Jinghui suddenly empathize with the big white geese who were being fed and prepared to make French foie gras.

When eating has changed from a pure pursuit of hunger and delicious food to a purposeful compulsive activity, swallowing every bite of food is a kind of torture.

Throat hurts like a knife cut, stomach feels nauseous, and the disgust in my heart rises little by little... When the reality overlaps with the memory, the faces of those vague fragments in the memory finally have a concrete appearance:

It was the person in front of me.

If we say that He Gang is just a child who will do whatever it takes to get his beloved toy, his perverted possessiveness will force him to stay in chains in the candy house he built.Then the person in front of him is a complete lunatic, just for a strange reason that Fu Jinghui still can't figure out, while tempting Fu Jinghui to sign a contract with him to work for him, while trying his best to know the secret of President Chu .

Or a secret that even Fu Jinghui doesn't know about!

He couldn't remember what happened in that clubhouse that day. He only knew that this old man seemed to be extremely concerned about the weakness of his rival, and he tried every means to become the top spot in the entertainment circle.

The biggest entertainment company, the most popular entertainer, the hottest drama every year...everything, the other party doesn't want to let it go.

It was insatiable.

"Now, we can have a good chat. What exactly is that Chu man planning? And what role do you play in this plan?"

Looking condescendingly at Mr. Film King, who was slumped on the ground, the corner of the old man's mouth curled up, and his yellow teeth looked particularly disgusting in his smile:

"Don't worry, we have a long time to discuss slowly and carefully..."

Neither of them noticed that at the far window, a corner of the curtain suddenly shook.

Then, everything fell silent.

Night is coming, this is the time for demons.

At this moment, the master chef was standing on the side of the road at the airport, and he was extremely melancholy, even with the whole bunch of vegetables.

I don't know the way, I have no acquaintances, and when I arrive in a foreign country, my eyes are almost smeared.

Ah San's phone call was borrowed from a passer-by. Now that she calls back, she must be gone.

However, Li Luo reckoned that even if he asked Ah San where he was, that guy would not be able to answer:

As far as Lu Chi is concerned, all vegetables are almost genetically bugged, and they cannot be saved at all, even if they are exposed to the sun for a month.

There is only one way to do it now.

Opening the cell phone address book, the chef first dialed the number of the manager.

——but the phone is turned off.

Li Luo frowned involuntarily.

At this time, no matter how slow the news came, Meng Tian should have received the letter, why would he shut down the phone at the most critical time?

Fingers searched all the way in a row of contact lists, and he dialed the second call.

When Meng Tian was away, Nanfeng, the rookie assistant who took care of Fu Jinghui's daily work.

"Hello?" The call was connected soon, with a hoarse voice, obviously it was a difficult time.

"I'm Li Luo, do you know about Fu Jinghui's disappearance?"

"Mr. Li!" The rookie assistant on the other end of the phone finally heard the voice of an acquaintance, and was so excited that he almost cried, "Brother Hui is gone! Sister Meng and I can't get in touch with her either! Now the PR team is really overwhelmed and can't find Brother Hui. The news has not been clarified, and now all the media reports are that Brother Hui refused to show up in order to avoid the limelight... At that time, Brother Hui clearly said that he would go to the press conference with me. gone..."

"Nanfeng, don't cry in a hurry!" Calmly comforting the little assistant, Li Luo directly ordered the other party: "In the name of the company, you immediately report to the Paris police, saying that the Chinese actor Fu Jinghui was kidnapped in the hotel. There is no news so far. Then, I want you to tell the police a number, saying that there are relevant clues provided by the public, and now we need to use signal positioning to track down the specific location of the suspect.”

Since Ah San was able to make a call from that family, the geographical location must not be too far from the place where He Gang trapped Fu Jinghui.

Throughout Paris, yards full of plane trees are hard to find, but within a few kilometers, it is not difficult to find a yard full of plane trees.

On the other end of the phone, I finally have a rookie assistant who is the backbone, and quickly follow the instructions of the chef:

When she first came to the company, Sister Mengtian told her that she didn't know how to deal with Brother Hui's related work arrangements. If the manager's lady was not around, she could discuss it with Mr. Li Luo.

She didn't understand at the time that Mr. Li was just the chef hired by Brother Hui, how could he have the right to make decisions about work?

Looking at it now, what Sister Mengtian said about Mr. Li's trustworthiness was not just a casual remark.

An hour later, a message came from the police:

The area where Ah San called was locked.

After investigation, there were two yards full of sycamore trees nearby.

One family is an old lady living alone.

In another family, the owner took the whole family to Australia for vacation a few days ago.

A dark light flashed in his eyes, and the mobile phone in Li Luo's hand moved closer to his mouth, and he spoke word by word:

"Call the master, Fu Jinghui is in the yard where the master went out, let's set off immediately."

pain.

The whole stomach is cramping, and I can't wait to vomit everything.

The finger was almost broken, it was a red mark caused by being trampled on vigorously.

The back is hot, move it, the nerves are so affected that I can't wait to let go of this flesh and blood.

The whip hit Fu Jinghui's body one after another, and the people on the ground were already breathing weakly.

"Mr. Wang! You said that everything came according to my method!" The sound of the key unlocking the door sounded, and He Gang walked in angrily.

Seeing the people who didn't know whether they were alive or dead on the ground, he narrowed his eyes, and the pain in his eyes flashed, then he walked up to the old man and tried to grab the whip.

"Xiao He, don't say that I haven't taught you. Your method won't work against this kid who doesn't drink toasts." Wang Suhua avoided He Gang's hand, and glanced at his masterpiece on the ground. , squinting his eyes in satisfaction:

"When dealing with beautiful prey, the taming process is extremely important. It's useless for you to grind like that. I'll help you, so that this kid will be obedient and hand over the plan."

"What I want is for him to accept me willingly. If you use force like this, if I wanted to, I would have used it long ago!" He hurriedly stepped forward to help Fu Jinghui up, tried his breath, and made sure that he would not die. He Gang Can't help but let out a long breath.

"Look at your worthless appearance. Don't worry, you won't kill your sweetheart. You want someone, and I want his value and news. I will never lose you