Mr. Fu's Bai Yueguang is not good

Ji Fanfan anxiously waited for the elevator, hoping that the numbers on the electronic display connected to the elevator would jump faster, and faster. He held the phone in both hands and pressed it tightly to his ears, and said anxiously, "Zechuan, I'm sorry. , there is a party at the company tonight, I thought I could leave soon, but I didn't expect it to be so late, I'm sorry to make you worry..."

Fu Zechuan's voice was calm and nice, and he knew how to explain to him, "Well, where are you now? I'll pick you up."

Ji Fanfan looked around, finally found the name of KTV, and quickly said: "I am here, Golden Age KTV, here."

Fu Zechuan heard that the name he reported was consistent with the one displayed by the positioning system, and most of the anger in his heart dissipated. He still wouldn't lie to him.

But not being angry with Ji Fanfan doesn't mean he's willing to let him go to work in that crappy company. The money is less and the boss is not a good thing.

"Ding", the elevator finally reached Ji Fanfan's floor.

Holding the phone, Ji Fanfan walked into the corner of the elevator with his head down, subconsciously keeping a distance from the other two people in the elevator.

"The elevator is here, me, I'm going downstairs now, um, we'll meet downstairs later. Okay, I'll take a photo of you downstairs later. Drive hard and be careful on the road."

After hanging up the phone, Ji Fanfan breathed a sigh of relief while holding the phone in both hands, and smiled reassuringly. Fortunately, Zechuan was not angry with him.

The temperature in the elevator was a bit low, Ji Fanfan closed the coat that fitted him, trying not to let the body temperature dissipate, but he didn't notice the wolf-like eyes staring at him in the elevator at the moment.

The elevator was running all the way down, and the sound of the machinery running covered up the struggle and cries for help in the elevator.

And the middle-aged security guard who is in charge of monitoring this entertainment place is resting his legs on the table, drinking tea leisurely while listening to the opera floating from the radio with his eyes closed, completely oblivious to the blacked out camera in the lower left corner .

The ups and downs of the opera are melodious and melodious, interpreting the joys and sorrows one after another.

"Ding, the first floor is here."

As the female mechanical voice on the broadcast floor sounded, the elevator doors slowly opened to both sides.

Huang Zhibin with yellow hair and another man with green hair carried Ji Fanfan who was in a coma out of the elevator.

They all smelled heavily of alcohol, and looked as if they were helping their drunk companions, so not many eyes focused on them.

Huang Zhibin didn't expect to meet Ji Fanfan here, he had asked someone to check Ji Fanfan's identity some time ago——

The illegitimate son of the Ji family, tsk, he really didn't expect Fu Zechuan to be so picky now, and even a little good-looking one can jump on him.

Originally, after knowing the identity of Ji Fanfan, his interest in Ji Fanfan dropped a lot, but Fu Zechuan, who had completely faded out of the playboy circle during this period of time, made him feel very strange. Could it be that Ji Fanfan is really that big? The charm of Fu Zechuan fascinated him, since then the king will not go to court early?

He was very curious, so when he accidentally ran into Ji Fanfan today, he would stun him without hesitation.

For Fu Zechuan's sake, he should play it as hard as he can.

Huang Zhibin and his accomplices carried the unconscious Ji Fanfan to a nearby hotel with an LED signboard that said "open" with ease.

Fu Zechuan was driving while looking at Ji Fanfan's location, but found that the location originally displayed on the KTV had shifted and moved to a hotel!

He frowned, what is Ji Fanfan doing?Didn't you say to wait for him where you are? !

He quickly dialed the phone.

At this time, Huang Zhibin was standing at the front desk supporting Ji Fanfan's body, while his accomplice was checking in the identity information required for check-in.

The small hotel is not formal, even if they did not show Ji Fanfan's ID card, they were still willing to open a room for them, but the young boy who was the administrator looked at the unconscious Ji Fanfan and asked, "What's wrong with him?"

The green-haired man who was filling out the registration form raised his head and said in a sophisticated manner, "This is my brother. He just fell out of love and got drunk in a bar. We were afraid that his family would worry, so we first wanted to find a place for him to rest and wait for the drink. Let him go back when he wakes up."

After the routine questioning, the administrator was about to hand over the room card to them, when Ji Fanfan's cell phone rang.

Huang Zhibin took out the phone from Ji Fanfan's pocket without changing his expression, and glanced at the name on it, but just looking at it made his hands tremble, and he almost couldn't even hold the phone.

The green-haired man had already received the room card. Seeing Huang Zhibin frowning hesitantly while looking at the phone that had been ringing, he walked over, hung up the call without even looking at the name on the phone, and then shouted at Huang Zhibin. With a wink, he pretended to shout, "Why are you in a daze, help him to rest quickly."

After finishing speaking, the green-haired man picked up Ji Fanfan with Huang Zhibin and was about to walk to the room, but before he took a few steps, the phone rang again.

The green-haired man simply turned off the phone without a good temper.

Although Huang Zhibin said that he was a bit alcoholic, he was still rational. He said with a bitter face, "That's Fu Zechuan's call."

The green hair dragged Ji Fanfan to the door of the room, and said indifferently: "What's wrong with Fu Zechuan's phone? I dare to hang up the phone of my father, the king of heaven."

Lu-fa usually hangs around a lot, so he can talk freely, and he has never had any contact with Fu Zechuan, so he is even more fearless.

But Huang Zhibin is different, he still has a little understanding of Fu Zechuan, and Fu Zechuan doesn't call people who are tired of playing games so frequently, so the current situation can only show that Ji Fanfan can't touch him yet.

While he was hesitating and thinking, Lumao had already opened the door and dragged Ji Fanfan into the room.

Huang Zhibin rubbed his hands anxiously, and hesitantly said to him: "Why don't you forget it, Fu Zechuan is not easy to mess with."

Lu Mao threw the helpless Ji Fanfan on the bed, then sat down on the single sofa to take a rest. He poured a glass of cold water, drank it three or two times, and then wiped the water stains on his mouth——

"Please, you told me to bring him here, and the medicine on him has almost taken effect. What are you afraid of? Anyway, he doesn't know who did what to him now."

Huang Zhibin looked at the unconscious Ji Fanfan, hesitating back and forth indecisively, while the green hair over there had had enough rest, he had already stood up and approached Ji Fanfan, ready to start to pick off his clothes.

Huang Zhibin paced back and forth recklessly, "Wait, let me think again."

Lumao couldn't see his jittery look, lacking any courage, so he glanced at Huang Zhibin who was hesitant, and then rolled his eyes in his heart.

It is said that those who make big things don't care about the small things, even if he can make things happen with such a cowardly look of looking forward and backward, and being timid, he will be a loach in the soil if he is exhausted. No wonder he is worse than the Fu Zechuan he often talks about. .

Ji Fanfan felt very uncomfortable. This hot feeling inevitably reminded him of some bad memories. At the same time, the convulsions of the body reflex and the constantly rolling stomach made him feel nauseous.

He struggled to wake up from his drowsiness, his head was dizzy, his vision was blurry, and his limp limbs could not mobilize much strength.

He only remembered that in the elevator, someone covered his mouth and nose with a rotten-smelling cloth from behind him. He wanted to struggle, but he was grabbed and pressed against the elevator wall with both hands. He got a needle in his arm and injected some kind of liquid into it. He couldn't remember what happened afterwards...

He blinked his eyes hard, trying to see the things in front of him clearly, but in the state of dizziness, all the space and objects seemed to be distorted, turning into strange four-figures.

However, he could still tell that there were two people moving back and forth in the room. He couldn't see what they looked like, but they were definitely not people he knew.

He subconsciously felt danger, he wanted to run, he had to run quickly! !

Lumao looked back and found that the person who was supposed to be in a coma actually woke up at this moment, "Damn it! How did this person wake up!"

Huang Zhibin looked over and saw Ji Fanfan struggled to get out of bed, but fell to the ground because his legs were weak and lacked strength. He immediately panicked, pointed at Ji Fanfan who was moving and shouted to Lumao: "You, you, you! Is your medicine not effective enough! Why did he wake up!"

"Fart! I've never missed the amount I've given. With that dose, even an elephant can faint for a long time."

Huang Zhibin scratched his ears and cheeks anxiously, and said in a panic: "Then he is awake now, you should quickly think of a way! Otherwise, increase the dose!"

Lumao twitched the corners of his mouth, and said in disgust, "You think you can add that thing casually, or it might kill someone."

Huang Zhibin stumbled and said, "What should we do now? He saw us!"

"Then dig out his eyeballs?" Lumao said casually.

Huang Zhibin suddenly opened his eyes wide, swallowed a mouthful of terrified saliva, and stammered, "Yes, can I?"

The green hair looked at him incredulously, and yelled, "Are you sick?! Dig it out and eat it."

Huang Zhibin grabbed his hair in a panic, "Then what should we do now?!"

Seeing his cowardly look, Lumao became even more contemptuous. He picked up the mobile phone on the table and stuffed it into Huang Zhibin's hand, "I have a solution."

Huang Zhibin looked at him like a savior, expecting him to come up with a good solution to solve the current predicament.

Lumao smiled grimly, and wrote lightly: "You keep these videos, as long as you have these things in your hand, are you afraid that he will not be obedient?"

Huang Zhibin shrank his neck, obviously he didn't think it was a good proposal, and asked suspiciously: "This... can it be done?"

The green hair patted his chest, and promised confidently, "Don't worry, I have experience. If he dares to be disobedient, I will send all these things to his relatives and friends, and see how he behaves then."?