After rebirth, I became a drug addict of the paranoid boss

"Keep an eye on them, don't let Wanwan suffer,"

Fu Tingchen looked indifferent.

"How is the Jiang family's affairs going?"

Yang Yi understood.

Mr. Fu is not interested in hearing about these two.

But Madam has never been the only one who makes others suffer, so Mr. Fu doesn't have to worry about it.

"It has been delivered to Jiang Rongsheng according to your instructions."

He paused and continued.

"It's just that Jiang Qingtong happened to meet him in the mall."

According to Jiang Qingtong's temper, the two parties are probably arguing in the mall now.

"Since I found out,"

The man exhaled the smoke from his mouth, and narrowed his long and narrow black eyes slightly.

"Just arrange for the media to make things big."

"Yes,"

Yang Yi understood immediately.

"Boss Fu, there is one more thing,"

He opened his mouth in a deep voice and continued.

"Someone, like us, secretly bought a large amount of Jiang Group's shares. We have already found out who."

Fu Tingchen lowered his eyes to flick off the burnt soot, the bottom of his dark eyes was filled with a bone-chilling chill, which made people shudder.

"No matter what method is used, take the shares in his hand."

In the low and hoarse tone, there was an undeniable strength.

"Can,"

Apart from embarrassment, Yang Yi had other complicated emotions on his face.

"That person is Madam."

Before the voice fell, the other end of the phone fell silent.

late night?

Fu Tingchen's smoking action paused slightly, and the chill between his brows and eyes melted instantly.

After a while, the thin lips hooked slightly.

"The person who resells our shares to her at a low price, remember, don't be discovered."

The man's voice was still low, but his tone was not clearer than

The man's low and slow voice rang in her ears,

Buy at a high price.

Sold at a low price.

With an expression of "I knew it", Yang Yi accepted the order.

Only the wife can do the business that can make Mr. Fu lose money.

After hanging up the phone, Fu Tingchen went back to the room.

More than a dozen unrecognizable men lay unconscious on the ground, and the blood that flowed out stained the carpet under their feet.

In front of them, there was a man kneeling on the ground with his ten fingers cut off.

The scene was terrifying and tragic, like hell on earth.

"Haven't explained yet?"

A deep and indifferent voice slowly sounded along with the gray-white smoke.

Fu Tingchen's dignified and desolate facial features came out from the intersection of light and shadow, and his powerful aura gave people an absolute sense of oppression.

The mercenary with the scar on the corner of his mouth shook his head.

This person's mouth is difficult to pry open, he should be a killer who has signed a life-and-death agreement.

"Stinky boy, don't waste your energy in vain, I won't say anything,"

The man raised his head and looked at Fu Tingchen with scarlet eyes, which were as vicious as a poisonous snake.

"If you have the time, why don't you choose a cemetery with better geomantic omen for yourself,"

Blood was continuously flowing from his mouth and nose, and he looked weird and terrifying.

"There are still many people who want to kill you. You will never get out of Miaojiang."

"How dare you talk nonsense? Court death!"

The mercenary with a scar on the corner of his mouth frowned, and was about to step forward.

Fu Tingchen waved his hand to stop him, and then walked up to the man with long legs.

The moment he met those bottomless cold eyes, the man's heart trembled inexplicably, and the depths of his soul trembled uncontrollably.

He gritted his teeth tightly and looked at Fu Tingchen.

"Since you guessed that I can't get out of Miaojiang, why not,"

Fu Tingchen looked at the man contemptuously, as if looking at some ants, his thin lips curled slightly.

"Guess whether my wife and daughter successfully got on the plane to country R and left Huaxia, or,"

The tone was clearly understated, but it carried a heart-shattering viciousness and brutality.

"Death at home?"