Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

"It must be a fabrication by the media." Wen Rong frowned, very unhappy. "I will have someone contact the media when I get back and have them delete all of it."

"I see." Ye Kong said, "But it's strange. I've never seen this kind of 'fabrication' on the Internet before, but it has become more common recently."

"It means the company's public relations department should be cleaned up. They used to be in charge of the review. I never allow any rumors related to Machete to appear on the Internet. I don't allow anyone to disturb or comment on her at will."

Ye Kong said "Oh" and said, "You don't want any news related to Ms. Chi to appear on the Internet."

"of course."

"And you never mentioned Ms. Chi to Wen Can?"

"That's natural!" Wen Rong stared at her again in condemnation, as if to say, 'Who is as perverted as you and likes to poke people's scars?'

Ye Kong smiled.

The bandage on her wrist was a little loose, so she simply took it off and tightened it again.

"So, out of respect and to avoid exposing someone's scars, you don't let me ask about Ms. Chi, and you don't want the public to talk about Ms. Chi. You also don't want anyone to mention Ms. Chi to Wen Can, and you yourself... naturally avoid thinking about her. You hope that Chi Wandao can disappear completely from the Internet, from people's mouths, and even from your own home."

She pinched the bandage, and while wrapping it, she raised her eyes and stared at him: "Do you think this is respect? Rather than deliberate-strangulation?"

"..."

She was smiling, but when Wen Rong looked into her eyes, he felt as if a whip had been whipped into his bones. In an instant, the hairs on his body stood on end and cold sweat broke out on his back.

—Strangle her.

——Kill her.

--kill

His breathing became rapid and he had to quickly take his hands off the table to hide his trembling.

Sweat quickly emerged from the scalp, soaking the hair bit by bit.

His back became straighter and straighter, and he could hardly hear what he was saying: "What? What nonsense are you talking about... I... I'm not choking... I just don't want Ah Can to get hurt, I just don't want him to recall the car accident again..."

His brain was in a mess like a crazy broken TV, with countless images flashing in a crisscross pattern. One moment it was the beautiful and stunning first meeting at the concert, the woman handed her a bottle of bubbling orange soda, the next moment it was the torn documents on the floor of the study, the woman walked back and forth with her hands on her hips, and asked him in an unbearable state, "So you don't want me to take over the company at all? Then why didn't you say so earlier!"; the next moment it was her smiling eyes at the proposal scene, and the simple plain ring, the next moment it was her cold back as she walked away, "I'll go back to Huahe tomorrow, let's take this opportunity to calm down"; the next moment it was the red face of the baby in the delivery room, and the smiling faces in each other's eyes when they looked at each other, and the next moment it turned into the sports car that had been burning after the explosion...

The scenes kept switching and pulling, filled with laughter and screams, explosions and the loud noise of tires rubbing against the ground.

Someone was crying and laughing madly in front of the camera, and then all of a sudden, it turned into a quiet and cold phone call in the dark night.

"I will transfer the money to you after you go abroad."

-

He shook convulsively.

Like a zombie suddenly waking up.

The look in his eyes when he looked up at Ye Kong was empty, yet filled with an indescribable paranoid resentment.

Ye Kong was shocked: "Are you okay?"

The man slowly raised his hand again. While staring at Ye Kong, he gripped the cane leaning against the sofa.

It is made entirely of solid wood and is quite sturdy. Metal is poured at the bottom, and it makes a crisp sound when knocking on the ground, which is a declaration of identity and status.

And if it hits a person's head, it will surely produce a good sound.

Ye Kong followed his hand with his eyes, and when he saw his movements, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Oh?"

She licked her lips and reached out to grab the folding stool outside the table without even looking.

It was originally prepared for guests to share tables, but later it became a ladder for her to paint. It was made of metal and was a bit heavy. When lifted, the overlapping legs were about the same thickness as a person's calves.

She stared at Wen Rong, who had a strange expression on his face, and raised her hand to point to the sky: "Do you want to have a cold weapon duel with me in front of everyone?"

Wen Rong looked up subconsciously.

The black lenses scattered across the ceiling and every corner of the coffee shop twisted and aimed in their direction at the same time.

Wen Rong: ...

Wen Rong suddenly woke up.

But he couldn't let go of the cane. He just pulled the corners of his mouth and said with an ugly smile: "What are you talking about? Why can't I understand what you are saying... Do you think I want to hit you? You are too extreme. Even if we have different opinions, I am not the kind of person who would hit you. It's ridiculous. I just think that we are not on the same page. It's better to leave - I just want to go."

"is it?"

She smiled, but her hands holding the stool did not move: "It doesn't matter. Anyway, I am quite experienced in this kind of thing. You know, I have taken action quite a lot since I came to Yuzhou. Whether it is hitting the head or intervening, I am very skilled. But you, President Wen, seem to be surprisingly skilled too."

"I said I just wanted to leave!"

"Hey, hey, don't get excited. Look at you holding it tighter. From this point of view, your emotions seem to be very unstable. You get angry easily and have a tendency to get violent. My God, you are completely opposite to the way you are seen by the public. Does Ms. Chi know that you are like this?"

"...Don't mention the scimitar again."

He clenched his teeth so tightly that the words came out from between his teeth, giving off a creepy chill.

"You asked me not to mention it again, but it's because you don't want to hear it, right?"

Ye Kong looked at him intently, his nerves excited. "Not only do you not want others to hear the three words Chi Wandao, don't you even want to hear them yourself? You don't even want to think of her - today when I asked you these questions, your answers were not smooth. Is it because you have deliberately forgotten everything about her and everything that happened between you? But why? Don't you love her? You let everyone forget her, let you forget her too, let her truly and completely disappear from this world, is this also your love?"

"Isn't that right? This behavior is more like fear, but what are you afraid of?"

"Among everything related to her, is there anything that you are afraid to remember and don't want to remember?"

"Mr. Wen, are you unwilling to face Chi Wandao's death, or are you afraid to face it?"

"enough!!!"

The cane was swung at her fiercely, and Ye Kong dodged quickly. She leaned back with all her strength, causing the entire sofa to fall backwards, and she also fell on her back.

At the same time, there was a sharp noise of tires scraping against the ground outside the door.

As the car door opened, an unprecedented roar of rage and hatred erupted from outside the store: "Wen Rong! How dare you!!!"