Waste material Wen Er Shao was submerged

Things really happened as Mu Fan thought, because in the afternoon, there was an anonymous letter on the desk of the chairman of Van Gogh Yayi, and the inbox of the letter clearly stated that it was received by Mu Fan.The secretary was also stunned for a moment when he received the letter, and then wondered whether to throw the letter away or notify the boss.

While the secretary was hesitating, Mu Fan unexpectedly asked the secretary if he had received anything strange.The secretary breathed a sigh of relief, and handed the letter to Mu Fan with relief. Mu Fan took the letter and said nothing, but told the secretary to keep it secret.

Although the secretary was curious about what was in the letter?But based on the duty of the secretary, the secretary is still very conscientious and doesn't talk too much.

Mu Fan sat on the office chair, staring at the letter for more than ten minutes, and only reached out to open the envelope when he was mentally prepared.Inside was a stack of photos and a video tape. The photos showed the same person, and this person was Er Shao Wen.

The man in the photo was lying quietly on the bed, covered with a soft quilt, only revealing the curvature of his white and graceful neck, half-turned on his side, sleeping soundly.The brown hair hangs loosely around the neck and forehead, and the sweet sleeping face has a different kind of beauty, like a sleeping angel waiting for redemption.

Mu Fan raised his eyebrows invisibly, then put down the photo expressionlessly, and put the video tape into the computer.The face was first a snowflake, and after a few light flickers, Zhou Jing's smiling face appeared.

"Boss Mu, how are you doing recently?"

Zhou Jing first said hello, then touched the wound on his face, his expression became very sinister, and he growled.

"These wounds are the masterpiece of your little lover Wen Ya, look at my handsome face being disfigured."

Mu Fan leaned back on the chair, staring at the picture with unclear meaning, and sneered in his heart, your heart is uglier than your appearance.As a strong man in the shopping mall, Mu Fan is not a good person, but compared to Zhou Jing who is playing tricks, Mu Fan thinks he is much more noble.Because in his eyes, there has never been a theory of failure. As for such low-level conspiracy methods, he simply doesn't bother to use them.

Then the screen moved to Wen Er Shao on the bed. The moment the screen shook, Mu Fan had already confirmed that they had taken the video tape in a certain hotel, so the scope of the search was much reduced.Zhou Jing followed the camera to Wen Er Shao who was on the bed, sat on the edge of the bed, raised his head and smiled sinisterly at the screen.

"Want to know what the body under the quilt looks like! Boss Mu might as well guess, is it naked or covered with my marks?"

While saying this, Zhou Jing had already stretched out one hand to caress the second young master's face, that hand still had the motive to lift the quilt, and the other hand was reaching into the quilt to explore.

Mu Fan's eyes dimmed involuntarily. This person wanted to threaten him. Mu Fan raised the corner of his mouth, showing a bloodthirsty smile, and then continued to look down.

"To be honest, I really want to taste the people that Boss Mu has played with before." Zhou Jing continued, licking the corner of his mouth obscenely.

"As expected, it really has a lot of aftertaste." The veins on Mu Fan's hands popped out. Although he knew that Zhou Jing would not dare to really touch Wen Yashi, he would still be angry at the thought of this possibility.He didn't want to admit that he had feelings for Wen Er Shao. Mu Fan called this desire for monopoly, and no one else could touch his own things.

"How is it? How does it feel to see Boss Mu for so long..." Zhou Jing stood up, his expression changed very seriously, and he said with a slightly destructive tone.

"I don't want to fight against you. You forced me. I want 10% of the shares of Van Gogh Art and the shares of Er Shao. Otherwise... you should know the consequences." Squeak.Mu Fan propped his hands behind his head, closed his eyes and fell on the chair.

At the same time, the private phone rang, and after a few rings, Mu Fan opened his eyes and answered the phone.

"Hey……"

"Have you received the letter?" Young Master Wen's voice came out of the microphone, it was still as honest as ever, but it was inadvertently a little anxious.

"Ok!"

"What are you going to do? How could Yashi run to T by himself!"

"You don't know." Asking back, Mu Fan felt that Young Master Wen's question was unnecessary. That idiot just wanted to grab Zhou Jing's handle so that he could get away.It's a pity how could his stupid head be Zhou Jing's opponent, not to mention that he couldn't catch the handle, and even trapped himself in it. In the end, he didn't want them to help wipe his ass.

This little bastard just wanted to feel sorry for him a little bit, and then went to play a fool again, it really needs to be dealt with.

In a hotel in Jiacheng, this is not a very luxurious hotel, it can only be regarded as a third-rate hotel.It is located on a remote street in Jiacheng, and the accommodations are all foreigners.A signboard hangs on the outside of the small three-story hotel. I don't know how many years it has been. It looks gray.

The hotel can only take the stairs to the second and third floors. It is still a small and dark corridor. After going upstairs, it is also a dark corridor. Fortunately, there is enough light in the room.As long as you enter the room, you will suddenly feel enlightened. The room on the far right on the third floor is completely different from the other rooms.

The room adopts five-star luxury decoration, multicolored lamp ceiling, super large LCD TV, and potted plants from famous artists.If they hadn't witnessed it with their own eyes, no one would have believed that this third-rate hotel had such luxurious furnishings.

Zhou Jing leaned on the sofa and took a sip of champagne. Because of this, he believed that Mu Fan and the Wen family would never find it here.Based on the environment he provided in the video, they must be looking for someone in Xiangjiacheng, or a high-end hotel outside Jiacheng.As for this place, it was a place they couldn't even imagine.

There was a sound on the bed, Zhou Jing narrowed his eyes, put down his wine glass and walked over in a good mood, did Er Shao Wen wake up?

Wen Er Shao opened his eyes slightly, and the glaring sunlight immediately shone in. Er Shao felt very uncomfortable and closed his eyes again.He reached out and stroked his forehead, feeling a little dizzy.After moving his body, the quilt rubbed against his body, giving him a soft feeling. He didn't have any clothes on, so Er Shao panicked for a moment, but fortunately, he didn't feel anything unusual about his body, so he relaxed.

Lifting a little of the quilt and looking through the cracks, there are some bruises on the naked/naked body, and the second young master who lingers on the beauty naturally knows how this came about.He frowned unhappily, who made so many marks on him.

At that time, he met Zhou Jing in the T bar, and then accidentally scratched Zhou Jing, and then seemed to be stopped by the bodyguards who appeared.The dizzy head is... ether, it turned out that there was something on the veil that stretched over to cover his breathing.

Just where is he now?Looking around, this is a hotel, looking at Zhou Jing who came over, that malicious look was really disgusting.Thinking that the traces on his body might come from this person, Er Shao frowned, this perverted guy.He wanted to sit up, but unfortunately, his body was a bit disobedient after being hit by ether.

"Don't move, Second Young Master, your body is still weak." Zhou Jing walked over quickly, pressed Second Young Master's shoulder that was struggling to get up, and said with a smile.

"Bah..." Turning half of his face away, the Second Young Master didn't want to see this man's face.Zhou Jing ignored Er Shao's unreasonable attitude, and slid his hand on his shoulder to Er Shao's neck, pinching and rubbing it.

"Here, as long as I pinch you down, your life will be gone." The hand pinching the neck used some strength, and the second young master coughed impatiently, his face flushed, and Zhou Jing let go of his hand angrily. , tsk tsk sound.

"Second Young Master is so beautiful, I'm reluctant to do it." Second Young Master stretched out his hand and pulled Zhou Jing's hand away, the cold palm on his skin made him sick.

"Don't touch me." Zhou Jing snorted coldly and said mockingly.

"Touching you, huh! Your second young master still cares about these things. There must be hundreds if not thousands of women who have slept with you!"

"None of your business?" Er Shao stared at Zhou Jing with a hint of threat in his eyes.

"I just can't figure it out, how did Mu Fan fall in love with a trash like you." Trash, Wen Ershao showed a weird smile, yes, he is trash, if it wasn't trash, how could he work with you, Zhou Jing? Woolen cloth?

"Zhou Jing, I am actually! I am not a fool. Since I dare to come to see you alone, I must be fully prepared."

"What do you mean?" Zhou Jing tightened his eyes and looked at the second young master in disbelief.

Er Shao raised half of his body with difficulty, and whispered in Zhou Jing's ear.

"Did you see my mobile phone? There is a surveillance camera installed in it, and Mu Fan installed it for me. There is also evidence about your tax evasion and fraudulent accounting, and then what? By the way, you shot and killed the police last year Undercover, and now kidnapping me, the second young master of Tangtang Wen family, all these facts have been reported to the police station, how many years do you think you can be sentenced to?"

"You..." It seems that he still underestimated the Second Patriarch, knowing that he had fallen into the hands of the Second Young Master, Zhou Jingshen took a breath, and raised the corners of his mouth viciously.That being the case, then he doesn't care about being charged with □.

With a strong hand, the precarious quilt on Er Shao's body was thrown to the ground, and the body full of ambiguous marks was immediately exposed.

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