There is a crematorium, I won't say who it is

At 07:30 in the evening, dense clouds covered the sky, and there was light rain in the sky.

In the backstage corridor on the third floor of the Municipal Concert Hall, the atmosphere dropped to freezing point.

"Where is Zhuo Yiming? Hand him over to me."

At the door of the VIP room, Xie Wen grabbed the young man's collar, his voice full of anger.

He was born very tall, with a slender waist, long legs, and strong arms. The young man couldn't reach his height, so he had to stand on tiptoe, blushing and begging for forgiveness in a low voice in a panic: "Here, sir, if you have something to say, please speak carefully." , don’t, don’t do it, ah──”

After the words fell, the young man's collar was pulled up a little bit.

He opened his eyes wide in fear, just in time to meet the man's approaching handsome face.

I saw Xie Wen's dark brown eyes soaked in ice, and his slightly curled long eyelashes cast a faint shadow on the eyelids.

In the blink of an eye, a forceful aura surrounded the young man.

"I'll ask you one last time, where is Zhuo Yiming?"

This question made me grit my teeth.

The young man wanted to cry without tears: "If you are talking about the child in the gown...he is gone now, not here anymore."

Not here anymore?

Xie Wen squinted his eyes, and was about to question, when he suddenly saw a hand on his forearm, and several staff members beside him interrupted the two people who were tense.

"What is Mr. Xie doing? Harmony makes money, and kindness makes money. Let's discuss things carefully, and don't do anything with others."

Xie Wen snorted coldly, and loosened his grip.

One of the staff members has quick eyes and quick hands, quickly pulled the two of them apart, and apologized to the breathless young man with a smile: "Xue Tezhu, I'm so sorry, I haven't given you a formal introduction yet, this is Teacher Xie Wenxie, tonight's string orchestra chief violinist."

Xue Tezhu, whose neck was stuck by the collar, leaned over and coughed twice, and it took a long time to recover.

There was a surge of fear in my heart.

The scene just now happened too quickly. He was standing guard at the door of the VIP lounge. A tall man in a tuxedo appeared out of nowhere and was about to knock open the door of the VIP room.

He also said that he wanted to see Zhuo Yiming.

Special assistant Xue didn't know who Zhuo Yiming was.But he knew that a little boy followed his Mr. Jiang into the VIP room fifteen minutes ago, and ordered himself to guard the door.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that at this time, people must not be allowed to disturb him, so he stopped Xie Wen and pestered him for a long time, but he refused to let him open the door.

Special Assistant Xue rubbed his neck again, forced a smile to the staff, and pretended to be ignorant: "This Mr. Xie is in such a hurry, is he looking for someone important? That Zhuo Yiming... Who is it again?"

Hearing this, Xie Wen looked down at him coldly.

He stood there tall and tall, his handsome face intertwined with light and dark under the light, making it hard to distinguish his emotions.

Assistant Xue couldn't help shaking.

Someone in the crowd sighed and took the initiative to negotiate: "It's like this. The concert will start soon, but the string orchestra said that there is a violinist who hasn't arrived yet. After asking around, I found out that it was Yiming. The child is missing, he is our teacher Xie's cousin. We are also worried about the child, so we are so anxious, and I hope Xue Tezhu don't take the little conflict just now to heart."

Xue Tezhu was startled by these words, and his eyelids jumped up quickly.

It turned out that the little boy who followed Mr. Jiang into the house was Mr. Xie's cousin, no wonder he was in such a hurry.

Before the concert started, Mr. Jiang abducted the performer's cousin directly... This was really a big shock.

Special assistant Xue was anxious, and he didn't dare to show his face. He glanced worriedly at the closed door behind him, and sighed: "You two, that child is indeed not with Mr. Jiang now. If you want to look for it, you two Or go elsewhere."

Although Xie Wen didn't look like a kind person, Special Assistant Xue still felt that his boss was the most terrifying. After thinking about it, he finally decided to open his eyes and tell nonsense.

He had expected this answer a long time ago, and the staff was not surprised. He quietly took a look at the man beside him, and pulled him back a few steps.

"Mr. Xie, I told you before that this is the boss of the Jiang Group. If Yiming is really inside, we will definitely not be able to get it out."

Xie Wen didn't work in the business circle, so naturally he didn't know Mr. Jiang's name, but those who knew Mr. Jiang at the scene knew that any handsome man, as long as he got a little bit with the big guys in it, he would definitely end badly.

The president of the Jiang Group, Jiang Zhiye, who knows everyone, is a playboy, a playboy, a playboy, and a second-generation ancestor.

But even if he is bothering, he still has a special hobby: every little lover takes care of him.

Yiming, this child is too ignorant, he quarreled with Mr. Xie at the concert and ran away in anger. Now that he encounters difficulties, he has to rely on Mr. Xie to lead him in person.

Several staff members scolded Zhuo Yiming bloody in their hearts at the same time.

Xie Wen beside him frowned after hearing what he said, and remained silent.

He turned around and walked to Special Assistant Xue, looking down at him.

"What's your name?"

The voice is still cold.

"..." Special Assistant Xue looked up at Xie Wen, and couldn't help becoming nervous, sweating on his back, "I, my name is Xue Wei."

"Xue Wei," Xie Wen chewed these two words, glanced at him, and reminded softly, "If something goes wrong in tonight's performance, do you have the ability to take full responsibility?"

"I……"

Xue Wei stared at him blankly, was stunned for a moment, and did not come back to his senses.

When Xie Wen stared at a person intently, it would give people a certain illusion.

In fact, it is because his genes are exceptionally superior.

Xie Wen's grandmother was Italian, and she left him with some European blood.It is also because of this that the height has easily increased to 185, and the facial contours are more refined and deep than ordinary people.

His complexion is very fair, and his eyelashes are thick and slightly rolled up. With those tender and clear eyes, even if he looks at you coldly, it will make people feel that there are bits and pieces of affection in them.

The incandescent light shines on the top of Xie Wen's hair, making the ends of his hair show a soft brown light.

Just at this moment, someone suddenly cleared his throat.

The sound woke Xue Wei up, he blinked immediately, and said ah: "Thank you, Mr. Xie, I'm sorry, I can't take responsibility."

Tonight's concert is the most important part of the City Music Festival, where is he qualified to be in charge?

"If you don't have the ability," Xie Wen's gaze shifted to the VIP signboard nailed to the wall, "then let me in."

Zhuo Yiming must go with him today.

Xie Wen narrowed his eyes, recalling what his orchestra colleagues had said to him not long ago.

It is said that the man sitting in this VIP lounge, not to mention his age, has no family, and he especially likes to keep young boys as lovers.

If Xiao Ming was seduced by such an old man, how would he explain to his aunt.

Regardless of whether the person inside is Mr. Jiang or Mr. Cong, they must be handed over now.

"..."

Xie Wen has never been so angry.

He simply tore off the bow tie, took off his tuxedo coat and threw it to Meng Shu behind him. The ice blue diamond cufflinks fell to the ground one by one, and the cuffs of his shirt were rolled up, revealing his smooth forearm.

Seeing his posture, Xue Wei's heart skipped a beat, and he said tentatively: "Mr. Xie, what are you—"

Let's fight!

Xie Wen walked up to him and said condescendingly, "Get out."

The man was on the verge of rage, exuding a strong aggressiveness and aggression all over his body.

With one long legged step, he passed Xue Wei and walked to the door of the heavy VIP room.

At this moment, the door opened with a "click".

The three people present looked towards the source of the sound, and saw the bright lights in the room casting Xie Wen's shadow on the corridor through the crack of the door.

A man appeared in front of Xie Wen, looking at him sullenly.

This man was actually a little taller than Xie Wen, with sharp and stern features like sculptures, narrow peach eyes looking dangerously at Xie Wen, thin lips slightly pursed, and an air of nobility all over his body.

He was wearing an expensive custom-made suit, and just standing here, his aura was not inferior to that of Xie Wen, who had played for many years and had a strong temperament.

Xue Wei glanced at it, and was so frightened that his soul went out of his body, and his footsteps faltered: "Jiang...Mr. Jiang."

It’s over.

The two men confronted each other with hostility in their eyes, their auras repulsed each other, and the surrounding air seemed to become extremely thin before this moment.

At this moment, all the onlookers just wanted to flee the scene quickly.

I saw Jiang Zhiye looking at Xie Wen, with disdain and coquettish eyes, and a low magnetic voice: "This gentleman knocked on my door, what's the matter?"

Ask knowingly.

Xie Wen raised his eyebrows and asked, "Where are people?"

Jiang Zhiye glanced at him calmly, with a half-smile: "Who is it? This is my lounge, so naturally I'm the only one."

Xie Wen didn't want to talk nonsense with him, so he raised his foot and wanted to walk into the room, but he bumped into a fleshy wall.

Looking up, he saw Jiang Zhiye standing in front of him, his long and narrow eyes were cold, looking like a storm was about to come.

"Sir, who are you?"

Jiang Zhiye added impatiently: "Can't understand people's language? This is my lounge."

He leaned over slightly, his eyes full of contempt.

This person looked invulnerable, determined not to let Xie Wen enter the house, and his expression seemed to be accusing him of disturbing his rest.

An unprecedented desire to win and lose rose in Xie Wen's heart, and even he himself didn't know where this feeling came from.

The next moment, Xie Wen grabbed Jiang Zhiye's tie and pulled it down suddenly without saying a word. The man's tall figure swayed in front of him, and he could not help but rush forward.

Having lived for 34 years, Jiang Zhiye had never been contradicted like this before, and he didn't recover for a while.

Xie Wen turned around and pushed his back neatly, looked at Jiang Zhiye's embarrassed state being supported by Xue Tezhu, and squeezed out a faint sneer.

"Remember, my name is Xie Wen, and I am your ancestor."

After finishing speaking, Xie Wen walked into Jiang Zhiye's exclusive lounge under Jiang Zhiye's stunned gaze.

The author has something to say:

1.1v1HE non-sc does not change to chase wife crematorium

2. Although Xie Wen (wèn) looks aggressive, he is actually influenced by orz

3. It is updated at [-]:[-] every night. If it is not updated at [-]:[-] pm, there is no need to wait. It will be updated at [-]:[-] the next night.

4. Since it is a crematorium, it must be that slag Gong didn't run away. I hope that all beautiful mothers will communicate in a civilized and friendly manner in the comment area when watching their sons fall in love. Please! !The author promises to send Gou Gong to participate in the Transformation Meter, the crematorium will be expedited, and return you as a harmless person. Wife Gong.

5. If there are other things that I haven't thought of for the time being, I will put them in the chapter of entering v.

On 12.18, the author added:

This article is expected to end soon. Among them, the two people know about 34.29%, love about 14.3%, crematorium 43%, and the last few chapters he+extra.Xiao Xie abused his heart, Mr. Jiang abused his heart + abused his body, and there was a counterattack plot.Crematoriums include but are not limited to: not being able to catch up, not being seen, self-torture, being beaten until sick and hospitalized, being repeatedly rejected, depressed, worn down, losing the planned future, etc.

Xiao Xie is a very gentle and rational person. His pride does not allow any behavior that abuses him, so the breakup is also clean, and there is no hesitation or hesitation in the middle.

Push down the advance collection "I want to talk about love in the underworld":

He Yunzhi is well-known in the underworld as rich and handsome, and holds an important position in the administration.

At a Heaven and Earth Federation meeting, he beat up a clergyman and even ripped off his pants. Many ghosts and gods wrote to him and demanded severe punishment!

It is rumored that he uses his fists to enforce the law, and he can move his hands without moving his mouth. When the suspects see him, they are frightened and turn around.

Hell ghosts pass on: Please, is there anyone in the sky and on earth who can control him? !

It really does.

He Yunzhi has a deadly enemy known to ghosts and gods, the director of the Department of Yin Law, An Rushan.

As long as two people are present at the same time, a strong smell of gunpowder can erupt in such a cold hell!

Coincidentally, the chairman of the Underworld King sent An Rushan to supervise He Yunzhi to go to the world to work hard and save crimes;

If they want to die, the two of them will be strangled from the underworld to the world, and no one will look down on the other.

Just when He Yunzhi thought that he had no hope of going back to the underworld, he saw that always rigorous, steady, and deep-minded enemy push him down, tore off his unruffled tie, and threw a thick stack of complaint letters to him.

Taking it apart, it was all written by him to complain about An Rushan's incompetence.

"If you want to go back to the underworld, don't sleep tonight. When you finish your faith, I will let you go back."

He Yunzhi didn't fall asleep all night, whenever he felt sleepy while reading, An Rushan would gently pinch the back of his neck.

"Good, keep reading."

Polite He Yunzhi: Are you.

#攻给结果在80s, a bit old cadre style of painting

#前生今生, dog blood, but a little sweet!

#There are all plot and emotional lines