She hid her pregnancy and faked her death, and the CEO turned gray overnight

The bodyguard of the richest man in China is also a well-known figure in Haicheng.

Those managers and bosses all wanted to kneel down and lick him, just begging him to say a few nice words in front of Zhou Gu and strive for a cooperation opportunity.

As a result, he was played with by a hairless thing for several days and was covered in feces.

This kind of experience is unique in the entire Haicheng.

The little guy was lying on the windowsill, laughing so hard that he wished he could roll on it.

"I told you to chase me around like a dog. Are you getting retribution now?"

Chu Ling stood in front of the window, looking at the man in black who was washing his face awkwardly with the faucet in the yard, the corner of his mouth twitching.

This bastard actually played tricks on Lin Kun.

Does he know who Lin Kun is?

Outside, she only knew that he was Zhou Gu's personal bodyguard, but after checking all the confidants around the scumbag, she knew that Lin Kun had another identity.

As for that status, even Zhou Gu must show courtesy.

"I said, little ancestor, if you don't do anything for two days, your skin will be itchy, won't you?"

The little guy tilted his head and glanced at her, humming: "I haven't done anything in five, six, seven or eight days, and my body aches from being idle."

Chu Ling laughed angrily and slapped him on the back of the head.

"But this Lin Kun is not simple. Be careful of him taking revenge on you."

Kid Yangyang snorted coldly, "What are you afraid of? My dad is his boss and he can't do anything to me."

Chu Ling twitched the corners of her lips and wanted to tell him, "You are not Zhou Gu's kind", but remembering her boss's concerns, she still stopped her impulse.

"Just try to die as much as you want, or you will capsize in the gutter one day."

Well, this statement soon came true.

Akun Hei rushed towards this side with a calm face, grabbing the little guy before he could escape and holding him in his arms.

He just flushed his face, and his body was covered in dirt.

When the little guy was hugged like this, he didn't capsize in the gutter, but rolled in feces.

The next second, the little bastard’s weird scream resounded in the huge B&B:

"Ah ah ah, you don't have martial ethics."

"It stinks, it stinks, it stinks."

"Aunt Chu Ling, sister Chu Ling, beauty Chu Ling, help me."

Chu Ling subconsciously took a few steps back and said with a smile: "Mr. Lin, just pack him up and take him away. Don't send him away slowly."

Little guy: "..." He cursed her to never get married.

Looking at the gloomy handsome face above her head, she rolled her eyes. If she wanted to marry, let her marry the man in front of her. Every time she kissed in the future, she would think of today's scene, which made her sick to death.

Akun didn't know that Xiao Jiujiu was in his heart, so he led him straight outside.

"I feel wronged, young master."

"..."

Even if you are riding a horse, you already know that you have wronged me, so why are you still holding me so tightly?

Sure enough, the people around the scumbag are not good people.

...

hospital.

Zhou Gu changed the medicine for Wenqing, and after getting dressed, he was about to get her food when the cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

It was the old man who beat me.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he pressed the answer button.

"What's the matter?"

"Mr. Zhou, the young master is missing again."

Zhou Gu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he subconsciously glanced at the woman on the bed. Seeing her sneering, she said, "I'll go out to arrange something," and then left the ward.

Wenqing probably guessed something, and the sarcasm on his face gradually became stronger.

the same moment.

Huajia villa in the suburbs.

Two men in black gently placed a sack on the sofa.

"Second Miss, the young master has stolen it back."

Wen Wenwen gave a soft hum, dismissed the maid and bodyguard in the living room, and walked straight to the sofa.

After opening the sack and seeing the little bastard's face that was somewhat similar to Wen Qing, a hint of murderous intent slowly rose in her eyes.

His hands reached out uncontrollably and moved closer to Mo Mo's neck little by little.

Kill this bastard and give it to Wen Qing, and then she will experience the pain of losing her son again.

perfect.