Addicted to kissing his wife, Mr. Ji is no longer evil

Wen Yan and Qing Yue followed the waiter and took the elevator to the top floor.

Then I was frightened by the scene before me.

I saw that the entire top floor was a glass dome, with many green plants and flowers planted, and the sun was shining brightly.

There are several swimming pools of various shapes, with men and women in them, and some people are doing unspeakable things.

Around the swimming pool, behind the lush green plants, there are many large white sofas, with many people sitting scattered on them, and ambiguous laughter can be heard from time to time.

Many waiters walked among the green plants, and were not surprised by everything they saw.

Wen Yan was still a little bit prepared mentally, but Qingyue was completely frightened and her face turned pale.

"You two, please follow me."

Only after the waiter's reminder did they take heavy steps.

Walking around the swimming pool, they came behind a green plant and saw a young man wearing a black shirt and with a sinister look sitting on the sofa, with a stunning beauty serving him on each side.

There were more than a dozen people standing behind him, looking very impressive.

"Sir, they are here to see you."

The young man sitting on the sofa waved his hand and the waiter turned and left.

Qingyue couldn't help but ask, "Where is my brother?"

"How dare you! This is the Lord, how dare you talk like that!" a man behind him shouted.

Qingyue begged, "Sir, please let my brother go. Here is two hundred thousand."

She put down the bag in her hand.

The man called Sir curled his lips and glanced at the package, seeming to be uninterested.

"Why do you have a scar on your face? How dare you send such inferior goods to me?"

He sneered, "Disgusting."

Qingyue looked pale.

The person behind the man quickly apologized: "Please forgive me, Sir. It's all my fault for not asking clearly. I only heard that Qingsong had a young sister, but I didn't expect that she was such a disfigured girl."

The young man waved his hand and looked at Wen Yan: "But this one is not bad, it's a beauty."

His snake-like eyes made Wen Yan's hair stand on end.

Holding back the fear that was rising up in her, Wen Yan straightened her back and said, "Which family are you from? I am Wen Yan from the Wen Clan."

"Wen?"

The young man chuckled, "I have heard of it."

Wen Yan continued, "My friend's brother offended you, and we agreed to redeem him for 200,000 yuan. Now that the money is here, you can release him."

The young man smiled and said, "When did I say I would release him for 200,000 yuan?"

Wen Yan's face changed. Could it be that this guy wanted to raise the price?

"You are being too unruly. You don't want to be a dishonest person, do you?"

Wen Yan clenched her fist and threatened.

"Hahaha!"

Hearing this, the man raised his head and laughed, "Rules? They are just things used to restrain the weak."

The people behind him echoed: "Our Lord makes the rules!"

"Didn't you just ask me who I was?"

The man stood up and looked down at Wen Yan with interest in his eyes: "My last name is Feng, Feng Yijue."

This name exploded in Wen Yan's ears like a thunder.

Feng Yijue, the vicious and bloodthirsty man, is omnipotent in the underground organization in the southwest district of Haicheng and is known as the "Little Master of the Southwest".

How did I run into this cruel and perverted guy?

Wen Yan's mind raced, and she forced herself to remain calm and said, "Hello, Mr. Feng. Perhaps we will have business cooperation in the future. Why don't you consider this as a favor to me?"

Feng Yijue raised her eyebrows. Wen Yan's behavior was beyond her expectations.

I thought she would be scared, but she was surprisingly calm, although I could tell she was pretending.

"Wen Yan, an interesting woman."

Feng Yijue walked around her and said, "I'm not interested in business cooperation, but I'm very interested in you."

He suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.

"Serve me well, and I will release the person you want."

His breath fell on her ears, and Wen Yan's hair stood up and she felt nauseous.

"Yan Yan, let her go!"

Qingyue wanted to go forward but was caught by Feng Yijue's men.

Feng Yijue sniffed Wen Yan's neck and hissed, "You smell like milk. You suit my taste very well."

"Feng Yijue, don't mess around, or my brother won't let you go!"

While Wen Yan was threatening, she quietly put her hand into her bag, pressed the button on her cell phone, and dialed the number according to her memory.

Guessing that the call was connected, she said loudly: "Feng Yijue, don't think that you have the final say on the top floor of Zuiren Building. My Wen family is not a pushover!"

"The Wen family."

Feng Yijue's hands wandered around her waist, and he felt extremely ecstatic. "It doesn't matter. I just want you now."

Wen Yan angrily said, "You can have any woman you want. I've already given birth to a child. Do you mind?"

Feng Yijue smiled perversely: "No wonder your taste is so special, I like it cooked well."

"You're a pervert!"

Wen Yan cursed angrily.

Feng Yijue's face changed and he pushed Wen Yan down on the sofa.

"I'm going to show you what perversion is right now!"

Wen Yan was shocked. He was actually going to violate her in public?

Her heart was filled with despair. She didn't know who she had called and could only hope that the other party would arrive in time.

Feng Yijue's men all showed obscene smiles, and they were about to watch a live pornographic show.

At the elevator.

As soon as Ji Hanshi, Zhou Qin and others reached the top floor, their business phone rang.

The assistant picked up the phone, and then his face changed slightly: "Boss Ji, it's Fu Yuting's call. He said that his wife just called him strangely, and it seems that she is in trouble."

"Fu Yuting?"

When Ji Hanshi came, the aura around him suddenly turned cold.

Zhou Qin spat and said, "What kind of woman is this! My brother left his clients to come to her, and she actually called Fu Yuting? Brother, let's not go. This is like putting your face in the cold!"

Xi Yunshuo nodded: "Indeed."

Li Feiran looked at Ji Hanshi, then at Zhou Qin, without saying anything.

The assistant added: "Fu Yuting also said that the person the Madam offended was Feng Yijue."

"What? That living devil?"

Zhou Qin’s eyes almost popped out.

Li Feiran said worriedly: "With our wife's beauty, if she falls into Feng Yijue's hands, I'm afraid..."

Ji Hanshi said coldly: "Shut up and go find her!"

"yes, Sir!"

A group of people followed him and walked quickly into the garden area.

"Ji Hanshi! Save me!"

Ji Hanshi, who was already anxious, felt as if his heart was being squeezed tightly when he heard the scream.

He kicked away a pot of green plants and saw Wen Yan being pinned down by Feng Yijue.

Her clothes were torn to reveal half of her shoulders, her hair was disheveled, and her delicate little face was full of tears and fear.

"Who are you? Get out of here!"

Seeing someone coming, Feng Yijue's men stepped forward to drive them away, but were kicked away by Ji Hanshi.

Then the two gangs started fighting.

Feng Yijue's men are all professional fighters, but Ji Hanshi's brothers are elites who can fight one against three.

Soon, Feng Yijue's men were beaten to pieces.

Feng Yijue, who originally didn't take it seriously, now looked gloomy and stood up and asked, "Do you know who I am?"

Ji Hanshi curled his lips: "I know."

Feng Yijue frowned, "You know that and still dare to hit me?"

Ji Hanshi sneered: "The one being beaten is yours, let her go, or you will be the next one to be beaten."

"Are you here for her?"

Feng Yijue looked at Wen Yan in surprise.

Wen Yan's face was full of tears, and she said in a hoarse voice, "Husband."

Ji Hanshi's Adam's apple rolled, and he walked straight forward and covered her with his coat.

Just as he was about to bend down and pick her up, Feng Yijue said coldly: "I, Feng Yijue, have a crush on this woman. Why don't you do me a favor and give her to me? I can exchange her for resources."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Hanshi's fist landed on his nose.

Feng Yijue was knocked to the ground, holding his bleeding nose, and gnashing his teeth: "You are so ungrateful! How dare you hit me!"

Ji Hanshi picked up Wen Yan, his eyes as cold as water: "I, Ji Hanshi, am not so useless that I need to sell women in exchange for resources."