Ding Jianpeng was arrested a few months ago. It was said that it was a slaughter. Several of his brothers under his command were not clean and were sanctioned by law. Other situations are unknown.

When Gan Xingye mentioned this, Meng Jianwan was thinking about it. In a trance, he remembered the fight. Ding Jianpeng was indeed surrounded by a yellow-haired man, as if he had a good relationship with Ding Jianpeng.

Meng Jianwan took a new fork and poked the fruit in the fruit platter, and the sound was low and unaudible: "No wonder..."

Gou Sheng sat closest to her, but he didn't hear what she said clearly. He turned his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

"That kid looked at me just now and he probably remembered his grudges." Meng Jianwan dropped the fork in his hand, picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip of the wine.

Gou Sheng looked at the crowd, and there was no yellow-haired figure there.

"Do I need to find someone to hit him?" He broke the joints of his fingers and cracked. He didn't take the little fish and shrimp seriously, but he didn't expect that they would all mess with Meng Jianwan.

"How to knock?" Meng Jianwan put down the wine glass, "Don't cause trouble, people didn't do anything. Of course, if he dares to come to the door, I'm not easy to deal with."

This little episode passed quickly, Gou Sheng took a deck of playing cards. Except for Meng Jianwan, the god of gambling, the others played cards in the game.

Gou Sheng bit a cigarette in his mouth without igniting it, and he said to Meng Jianwan leisurely: "Sister Meng, when do you have time to go to my place, you haven't taken away your dividends."

Meng Jianwan asked the waiter to get her a few more cocktails, leaned against the back of the chair and enjoyed the atmosphere in the bar, with his eyelids drooping lazily: "How much?"

Gou Sheng took away the cigarette from the corner of his mouth, clamped it on his ear, and compared it to her a number.

Meng Jianwan raised his eyelids and glanced and closed them halfway: "Forget it, take it. I won't have enough money for the time being."

Gou Sheng threw out a few cards and looked at her expression with his head, thinking she thought she was too little: "When the club first opened, I spent a lot of money to buy utensils, and the dividends were not much."

"I know, so don't want it, so that you won't be able to turn around." Meng Jianwan put his hand on the table and looked at the singer singing on the stage.

This is a singer Zhong Cheng signed after Su Can left. He wore a black leather jacket and a white T-shirt, with a tall figure and singing a rock-style song.

Although she was not very interested in Su Can, she also felt that in terms of appearance, this leather jacket was not as good as Su Can. Liang Yuanyuan hadn't come to the bar recently... Meng Jianwan was thinking randomly.

Wei Canyang didn't see Gou Sheng playing cards for a long time, and knocked on the table: "Brother Dog, it's your turn to come out." He paused, looked at Meng Jianwan next to him, and said with a smile, "You can just take what Sister Meng gave you. My sister's husband has assets of 10 billion and 100 billion, so he definitely doesn't lack the amount of money you have."

Gou Sheng grabbed a card on the table and flew over, rubbing Wei Canyang's ears. Fortunately, the card was not new enough, otherwise he would have cut the tip of his ears: "You can speak fuckingly. I had agreed that it was a club invested by Sister Meng. It's time to give her dividends, so how could I just take it away?"

The waiter brought the wine over, Meng Jianwan took a glass of wine, looked over calmly, and saw the two of them playing cards well but they started to get a choke. Gan Xingye watched the battle.

"Yozi is right. My sister has money and doesn't care about that."

This made Meng Jianwan shock herself. She was famously stingy and always had a careful calculation of money. When did she say such a wealthy and generous word, she must have been infected by Song Yu.

She said this, and Gou Sheng couldn't say anything else. She responded, stopped playing with Wei Canyang, and picked up the cards on the table and started a game again.

——

After meeting Da Singapore, Song was busy with work. He held a meeting until 10 o'clock in the evening, and his mind was a little sore after coming out of the conference room.

Xie Yong ordered the driver to drive to the hotel where he was staying and ordered nutritious and light meals on the way. He was not idle in the car, and he took a tablet to sort out the meeting minutes.

Song Yu pinched his eyebrows, and his expression could not hide his fatigue and sleepiness.

The air conditioner was turned on in the car, and a hint of coolness flowed. Xie Yong sorted out the information for a while, looked into the rearview mirror, opened his mouth, and stopped talking.

Song Yu just raised his head, and Xie Yong took the opportunity to speak, "The misappropriation of project funds has been too much, involving several senior executives here. Others who have not committed any crimes are probably also trembling at this moment. A group of old foxes all want to pick them up. Do I need to send someone to continue to investigate in secret?"

The project funds of more than 600 million yuan were gone, and it was useless to sue people in court, and the funds could not be recovered. In the end, such a large vacancy would still have to be covered by the group.

Not to mention that Song Yu was in a state of turmoil, Xie Yongguang was so angry that he thought about it that he wanted to take a stick and let the people spit out all the money they had eaten.

Song Yu put his hand on the edge of the car window, looking at the blurry scenery outside, the street lights were hazy, and his lips squirmed a few times: "What are you looking for? No one can escape, it's not that easy to escape at this time."

Xie Yong said yes, lowered his head and continued to organize the information.

Song Yu took out his cell phone from his pocket and called Meng Jianwan. Before he could make a sound, Meng Jianwan shouted loudly on the phone: "I'm going home, I'm going home, don't mess around."

Song Yu pressed his finger against his eyebrows and said softly: "Okay."

The man's voice had a relaxed smile. Xie Yonghua pulled the screen's fingers and paused, looking at his nose and his heart, and naturally guessed who the person on the other side of the phone was.

Song Yu was in the conference room for two hours at night and looked as dark as the bottom of a pot. He didn't say a few words in total, but his momentum was very terrifying. He was so scary that the people were sweating heavily on their foreheads, and the cold air from the air conditioner could not save them.

Until that moment, the expression on the face was still not very good. Now that he looked at the rearview mirror again, Song Yu changed his face. His head leaned against the back of the chair, and his hair was combed back meticulously. With the movement of tilting his head, a few strands of hair scattered and pressed against the edge of the gold-framed glasses. He was lazy and sexy, like a big star.

His thin lips raised a corner, and he smiled unobviously: "Do you miss me?"

Meng Jianwan was still on the way home, and the driver in front was driving. She listened to the sound from her phone and jumped twice with her eyebrows: "I'm sick, I'm dead."

Song Yu: "Yeah, good night."

Meng Jianwan looked at the phone screen and was a little confused for a moment. When did Song Yu become so easy to pass? He used to be like a clingy person, and he would have to be slowed down for a while no matter what she said.

She was silent for a moment and pressed the hangup button.

Song Yu held the phone in his hand, his slender legs slightly open, and pressed the lock screen key with his fingers. The screen went out, and he pressed it again, and the screen lit up.

After half an hour, the driver said, and he slowly shifted his gaze to look outside.

Song Yu got out of the car and took the elevator to the hotel room.

After Xie Yong brought his luggage in in the afternoon, the two hurried to the company to deal with the problem, investigate, and have a meeting... A lot of things were waiting for Song Yu to make a decision, almost so busy that he was not touching the ground.

The air conditioner in the room just started to operate, and the air was a little stuffy.

Song Yu took off his suit jacket and threw it on the sofa, poured himself a glass of water, and drank it sipped, moistening his slightly dry throat.

Xie Yong answered the phone and went out for a while. After returning, he brought a few lunch boxes in, opened them one by one and placed them on the dining table: "Mr. Song, you haven't eaten tonight, so eat something first."

Song Yu took off his watch and threw it on the table, and pulled the tie off and threw it on it, making a faint noisy sound.

Seeing that he had nothing to do, Xie Yong voluntarily left the room.

The night was deep, and the neon lights outside the window were shining. Song Yu stepped on his long legs and walked around the coffee table, rolled up his sleeves and sat down at the dining table, and ate slowly.

Things were so bad that he had no appetite. He stopped after taking a few bites and checked the message with his mobile phone. The screen suddenly changed. It was a call from Meng Jianwan.

She had already arrived home. The more she thought about it when she was taking a shower, the more she felt that Song Yu's reaction was wrong. As she thought about it, she couldn't help but call him.

Song Yu was surprised for a moment, attached his phone to his ear, and snorted softly: "Hmm?"

There was a silence over there, Meng Jianwan's lips moved. She called the phone on her own initiative, but she found that she didn't know what to say, and she seemed to be fixed.

Song Yu was puzzled: "Wanwan?"

Meng Jianwan woke up in shock, said "Ah" and made a random reason: "You called me at that time and spoke strangely. I thought you were drunk."

Song Yu picked up the chopsticks again, picked up a chopstick dish and ate it into her mouth. Listening to her speech, she felt much better and her appetite improved a lot.

"Why do I speak strangely?"

“…”

If Meng Jianwan said that, she couldn't say it.

"Are you drunk?" She decided to take the initiative.

"I've been having a meeting and haven't drunk it." Song Yu put down his chopsticks, rubbed his fingers at the corners of his eyes, and showed a slightly tired smile, "Are you checking the post?"

"No." Meng Jianwan's tone couldn't hear any ups and downs, "If it's okay, I'll die."

"Wanwan, it was you who called me."

"What's wrong?" Meng Jianwan was stunned for a moment, not understanding what he meant.

"How can you say 'If you're fine, you'll hang up'? It's not what I called you."

"What the hell is said, I'm dead."

Before Song Yu could speak, suddenly, two knocks came from the door. He thought Xie Yong had something to do. There were many things happening in the past two days and it was possible to come up at any time.

He took his cell phone to open the door, but standing outside the door was a woman in cool clothes, with her arms and legs white under the dim light in the corridor.

Before Song Yu could react, the other party looked at him and spoke shyly: "Mr. Song, yes, it was Manager Deng who asked me to come here. I want me to ask you what you need help here."

This is just an open statement, which is better to say, but in fact it was someone who asked her to warm up the bed to please the president from the group headquarters.

After saying that, her cheeks and ears were red, as if she was bleeding.

A girl was clean and had never done anything intimate with others. When she thought of what might happen to the night, she was a little nervous, but when she looked at the man in the room, she couldn't help but be tempted by him and became fascinated.

Unlike the dimness of the corridor, the light in the house is very bright, and the transparent floor-to-ceiling glass windows reflect the prosperous scene outside. The man stood tall against the light, the collar of the white shirt was slightly open, the skin was cold and white, and the collarbone was slightly convex. The hem of the shirt was tucked into the waist of the trousers, with a narrow waistline, and a pair of straight legs below.

The woman bit her lower lip, raised a pair of moist eyes and looked at his face, twisted her fingers together, took a deep breath, plucked up the courage, and said cutely: "Can I come in?"

His face is so beautiful, the most beautiful among the people she has ever seen. He can't cover his long and narrow eyes even with glasses. His nose is tall and straight, his lips are dark and thin, and his curves are so charming. I don't know what it feels like to be kissed by him...

The reason why she was chosen by Manager Deng was naturally because of her outstanding appearance and figure. She was still ashamed of herself in front of this man and felt that she would desecrate him.

Song Yu didn't say anything for a long time. He was not watching her or listening to her speech, but lowered his eyes and looked at the phone that showed "on the call" in his hand.

He did not hang up the phone.

Meng Jianwan heard the situation there clearly. At first, he heard a female voice saying that the manager asked her to come over to ask if she needed help. Meng Jianwan didn't think too much, but thought it was a work problem. Until the latter sentence, the woman's voice was shy and trembling. She knew what was going on.

Oh, someone came to the door.

Such a hot, bold, shy and timid woman just doesn’t know how she looks, whether she is wearing clothes...

Meng Jianwan calmed down his thoughts of running more and more, thinking secretly, not knowing that Song Yucha didn't notice that the phone was not hung up. She shouted tentatively: "Song Yu, are you hoarse in poison?"

Song Yu heard the sound from his phone, and put it in his ear, and replied in a low voice: "I'm listening."

He didn't even give the woman a redundant look. In fact, he didn't pay attention from the beginning and closed the door, making a loud noise so that Meng Jianwan on the phone could hear it.
To be continued...