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

Qingyue's heart suddenly jumped up, and her first reaction was: "Are you from Zuirenlou?"

"No, he provoked someone he shouldn't have provoked."

The man smiled sinisterly and said, "Do you think I should chop off his fingers? Or break his legs?"

"No, wait, is there some misunderstanding?"

Qingyue's voice trembled.

"There is no misunderstanding. I told you that he messed with the wrong people. If you want to save him, get to No. 256 Industrial Park within an hour. If you are one minute late, I will chop off one of his fingers."

As soon as I finished speaking, the other party hung up the phone.

The next second, a photo was received.

Qingsong was thrown into a messy corner with his hands and feet tied. He was beaten with a swollen nose and face, and his eyes were closed, and it was unclear whether he was dead or alive.

Qingyue panicked and called home quickly, only to learn that Qingsong did not return home last night.

"Xiaosong..."

She hurried back to the bedroom and changed her clothes as quickly as possible.

"Mr. Sheng, I have something to do and I'm leaving first."

After saying that, he put on his canvas bag and left.

When he reached the door, A Yao suddenly stopped him. He smiled kindly and said, "Miss Qingyue, I'm sorry."

Qingyue was a little confused and looked back at Shengyanzhou.

Sheng Yanzhou lit a cigar with a snap, took a puff and exhaled the smoke.

"Did I let you go?"

Qingyue explained, "I'm very anxious. My brother seems to be in trouble."

"so what?"

Sheng Yanzhou leaned back and pointed to the side: "Come here."

Qingyue remembered what the other party said, that if he was late for one minute, he would cut off a finger.

Xiaosong loves playing the guitar so much, he would be so sad if he lost his fingers.

"Mr. Sheng, I'm sorry, I can't listen to you today."

Qingyue shook her head, turned and walked out.

A Yao didn't dare to stop him and looked at Sheng Yanzhou. Sheng Yanzhou narrowed his eyes with a gloomy look.

When she arrived at the gate of the yard, Qingyue discovered that the door was an electronic lock and could not be opened unless the switch was pressed.

She ran to A Yao again and cried, "Please, help me open the door, my brother is in danger, I want to save him!"

"Miss Qingyue, I'm sorry."

A Yao shook his head, his face full of apology, but he glanced at Sheng Yanzhou as a hint.

Qingyue hurried back to the living room and knelt down in front of Shengyanzhou.

"Boss Sheng, please let me out!"

Sheng Yanzhou calmly dusted off the cigarette ash, leaned forward and touched Qingyue's face.

He opened his thin lips and said, "No."

Qingyue opened her tearful eyes and looked at the man in front of her. His face was so handsome and perfect, and his temperament was noble, but there was no trace of emotion or warmth in those charming long eyes.

Just when I was at a loss, the phone rang again.

She thought it was a kidnapper, but it turned out to be Wen Ze.

I picked it up with despair in my heart.

"Xiaoyue, Wen Xun has already asked his comrades about the Zuirenlou incident. They will send someone to investigate today."

Wen Ze's gentle and powerful voice came from the receiver.

After saying this, but without getting a reply, Wen Ze asked, "Xiao Yue?"

"Thank you."

Qingyue tried hard to appear calm.

Wen Ze frowned: "You're crying? What's wrong?"

Qingyue knew that Wen Ze was the only one who could save Qingsong now, so she begged, "Brother Wen Ze, please save Xiaosong, he's been kidnapped."

"What? Kidnapping?"

Wen Ze's voice became serious, "What's going on?"

Qingyue repeated the matter as quickly as possible. Wen Ze said, "Don't worry, I'll let Wen Xun handle it. He is more experienced in this area."

"Well, thank you."

Listening to Wen Ze's voice, Qingyue's nervous mood relaxed a little.

"Where are you now? I'll come find you."

Wen Ze asked.

"I--"

Qingyue glanced at Shengyanzhou, not knowing how to answer.

Wen Ze felt a little strange when he heard her hesitation. Suddenly, Qingyue's phone was taken away and Shengyanzhou's voice came -

"She is here with me. She has been here since last night. If President Wen wants to come, she is welcome anytime."

Qingyue's brain exploded and her face turned as pale as paper.

She rushed over like crazy to snatch the phone back, and without waiting for Wen Ze to speak, she hung up the call.

She knelt on the ground, holding the phone to her chest with both hands, breathing heavily, and she seemed to be in a trance.

Seeing her distraught look, Sheng Yanzhou said calmly: "He will know sooner or later. Why is he so scared?"

But Qingyue didn't respond to his words at all and just sat there with her head down.

Sheng Yanzhou frowned, realizing something was wrong, and grabbed her arm to help her up.

"Let me go! Don't touch me!"

Qingyue raised her eyes and glared at him with red eyes: "Why! Why did you tell Wen Ze! Can you please leave me the last bit of dignity!"

Sheng Yanzhou's face suddenly darkened: "Am I giving you too much face?"

He grabbed her forcefully and carried her to the bedroom, throwing her onto the bed.

He pressed his tall body forward, roughly ripping off her clothes and impatiently kissing Qingyue on the face.

Suddenly, Shengyanzhou's movements stopped abruptly.

The person under him kept shaking, closing his eyes, and his tears quickly wet the sheets.

For a moment, an indescribable feeling of depression filled my chest.

A Yao was standing at the door sighing, and Zhao Duo walked in from outside carrying a lot of bags in his hands.

"Where's my father?"

A Yao glanced in the direction of the bedroom.

Zhao Duo was surprised: "Oh my god, you come again so early in the morning? This is really an old iron tree blooming. It either doesn't bloom or it blooms one after another without stopping."

"No."

A Yao made a hint with a wink.

Just as Zhao Duo was about to ask why, Sheng Yanzhou came out of the bedroom and immediately took credit: "Master, I bought breakfast!"

The next second, Qingyue came out with tears on her face.

Zhao Duo's words got stuck in his throat.

Qingyue picked up the canvas bag, without even tidying up her messy hair, and walked out with her head down.

"Master, she is——"

A Yao hesitated.

Sheng Yanzhou lit a cigarette and said coldly, "Let her go."

A Yao opened the door and Qingyue left without looking back.

Seeing that something was not right, Zhao Duo put down his breakfast and asked A Yao in a low voice: "What's going on?"

A Yao recounted what had happened.

When Zhao Duo heard this, he immediately said to Sheng Yanzhou: "Master, I have something to say, but I don't know whether I should say it or not."

Sheng Yanzhou's eyes were cold as he stared at him without saying a word.

Zhao Duo bravely said: "Although Qingyue's so-called brother is insignificant, if Wen Ze is allowed to help Qingyue, Qingyue's feelings for Wen Ze will definitely be further enhanced."

Sheng Yanzhou snorted coldly: "I don't care about her feelings."

A Yao said: "And she mentioned No. 256 in the Industrial Zone. That's where Shengshi Group is located. Miss Qingyue may not be able to handle it, and may even suffer losses."

"She deserves what she suffered."

When Sheng Yanzhou thought of the way she called Wen Ze brother, he became inexplicably angry.

**

Qingyue sat at the bus stop, with her head down, staring at her toes in a daze.

A car stopped in front of us.

The car window rolled down, revealing Wen Ze's handsome face: "Xiao Yue, get in the car."

Qingyue woke up as if from a dream and moved to sit in the passenger seat.

From beginning to end, she didn't have the courage to look Wen Ze in the eye.

"Wen Xun and his comrades went to the industrial park first. We will be there soon."

Wen Ze said, holding the steering wheel.

"Well, thank you."

Qingyue clenched her hands and kept her head down.

Wen Ze turned his head and looked at her: "Don't always say thank you to me."

"Oh."

Qingyue nodded obediently.

The car fell silent again. Qingyue thought he would ask about Shengyanzhou, but Wen Ze didn't seem to have any intention of speaking and remained silent all the way.

Qingyue was very grateful.