Reborn Xueba: I am a giant

The landlord's husband also came out of the room and handed 3000 yuan to Sheng An at one time. Sheng An took it with a smile, counted the money face to face, and picked out the 500 yuan of counterfeit money caught in it and threw it to him.

"The police comrades are all here, do you still want to make a fake?"

The policeman took the counterfeit money and looked at it. Seeing the man's eyes full of unkindness, he tremblingly took out 500 yuan of real money from it. The landlord wanted to rush to grab it, but flinched when he saw the gleaming handcuffs.

Things are over here.

Sheng An breathed a sigh of relief and got into the car, followed by Mu Yu and the two men.

It is also rare for a boss to drive an employee, but out of the four of them, only Sheng An can drive, and he drives quite slickly.

But in a house in a wealthy area, things started to get rough.

A man in black walked into Sheng's house. At that time, Shi Wenjun came out of the bathroom just after taking a shower.

The man unabashedly looked at Shi Wenjun's body clearly, the look in his eyes was unpleasant, and he couldn't help but tremble just looking at it.

When Shi Wenjun heard the door opening, he thought it was Sheng Haiquan, but he never expected it to be this person, the person she hates the most.

Her body couldn't help trembling, she took two steps back, and didn't stop until she reached the sofa. Her voice was a little out of control, with an ugly sharp voice: "You...how could it be you,"

Seeing the open door again, the voice became even harsher, with a trill: "How did you get in?"

When the man approached Shi Wenjun, he smiled contemptuously: "How did I come in? I came in like I did before." The sarcasm at the corner of his mouth was even worse: "Do you want me to help you recall memories?"

Shi Wenjun shook his head frequently, clutching the bath towel on his chest, his body shrunk even tighter: "Fan Qiuhong, get out of here."

Fan Qiuhong chuckled with unknown meaning: "It's really rare, you still remember my name, I thought you and your concubine were so happy that you forgot about me."

After finishing speaking, he added as if thinking of something: "Oh, forgot, I am your concubine, Sheng Haiquan's concubine's concubine, I like this name very much, listening to it makes my blood swell."

Shi Wenjun looked at Fan Qiuhong who was getting closer and trembled like a sieve: "Don't come here, don't come here. Sheng Haiquan will be back soon, and you won't have a good time then."

Fan Qiuhong sneered: "Shi Wenjun, Shi Wenjun, what you said is ridiculous, Sheng Haiquan is not even a fart in my eyes."

Shi Wenjun's wrist hangs down, indeed, Sheng Haiquan is nothing compared to Fan Qiuhong, one shot is gone.

But she is not reconciled, she doesn't want to go back to that dark time again.

Fan Qiuhong looked at Shi Wenjun with eyes full of sarcasm and hatred, but there was nothing else: "Don't worry, even if you are naked now, if you lie in front of me, I won't even touch a finger of you. "

This remark made Shi Wenjun feel as if he had received an amnesty, and then asked: "Then why are you here?"

After I finished speaking, I felt a slip of the tongue.

Sure enough, Fan Qiuhong raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "I didn't expect you to be so impatient."

Shi Wenjun shook his head violently: "No, no. You know that's not what I meant."

Fan Qiuhong didn't continue to tease Shi Wenjun either. He saw this woman feeling nauseous now, so he tilted his head: "I heard you have a son?"

Shi Wenjun's eyes widened: "What are you doing?"