Yan Murong is a simple person. He never wastes his brain cells thinking about things he cannot understand. Things will eventually come to light one day, so why bother to torture his brain?
As soon as the car started, Yan Minghua, who had been sleeping soundly just now, woke up, looked at Yan Murong with a pair of peach blossom eyes, and chuckled. "Boy, I didn't expect you to be quite capable? Say, is that true?
The legendary Qing Gong? Otherwise, you are not a toad, how could you jump so high?"
"You-----you're not asleep?" Yan Murong was shocked. The woman Qiang didn't fall asleep at all, and she didn't look like she had drunk too much.
"Nonsense, if I were asleep, how could I see you jumping up and down?" Yan Minghua gave him a charming look and stopped talking.
Yan Minghua's villa was not big, with only two floors. Yan Murong chose a room, and after packing all the clothes he bought in the afternoon, he sat down on the bed, held his head in his hands and leaned against the bedside, looking out the window.
Diandian Xingguang thought about what happened just now.
"Crack!"
The door was opened gently, and Yan Minghua walked in wearing a purple gauze nightgown and holding a cup of coffee in his hand.
The almost transparent nightgown showed off her delicate body without reservation. It was convex in the places that should be convex and pretty in the places that should be pretty. Yan Murong was in a trance for a moment just looking at it, and then the nosebleeds were about to spurt out.
It's time to turn your head quickly.
"Giggle." Yan Minghua laughed sweetly, looked at Yan Murong who was looking out the window, sat down next to him, and said with a smile, "I'm not going to take a bath or sleep, just sit here and watch the stars. It's quite romantic."
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"Sister-in-law, please stop torturing me." Yan Murong pushed away Yan Minghua's hand on his thigh with a bitter face and said depressedly.
Nowadays, the world has really changed. In the past, gangsters teased beauties, but now beauties take the initiative to tease handsome guys. Yan Murong felt that he was a handsome guy, and he was so handsome that even jackals, tigers, and leopards would flinch.
"Who tortured you?" Yan Minghua laughed playfully, then suddenly straightened his face and said, "Who do you think did what just happened?"
"Why do you ask this?" Yan Murong asked doubtfully. "They came for me."
"Nonsense, I'm sure you're here for me. Tell me honestly, did you have sex with someone's daughter outside without paying her, and her father came to visit you? Besides, I've been implicated, I can't know yet.
Who did it? Damn, let me know who dares to attack me, I will kick his balls open."
Looking at Yan Minghua's murderous face, Yan Murong couldn't help but shudder, and secretly glanced at his crotch - how much would it hurt if he was kicked?
"Needless to say, it must be Zheng Wuming." Yan Murong curled her lips and said. "Who dares to do this after knowing your identity? He is the only one."
"Maybe it's someone else?"
"That's impossible - I've only been back for a long time, and I don't know many people. There are only three people with vengeance. Two of them are brothers Zheng Wuming and Zheng Xiao, and the other one is Liang Zhengtao.
Minister’s son, who do you think did this?”
"You are so awesome!" Yan Minghua blinked his two big, watery eyes that were as bright as stars, and said with a smile. "In the few days since I came back, I have provoked quite a lot of people."
"It's not that I want to cause trouble, it's that they are looking for trouble for me." Yan Murong said aggrievedly.
"Then why did you think it was Zheng Wuming?" Yan Minghua asked.
"Because I beat Zheng Xiao and scolded him." Yan Murong said.
"You are awesome." Yan Minghua stretched out his thumb, tapped Yan Murong's head, and asked, "What are you going to do? Since the police have been called, why do you keep a low profile?"
"I just asked the police to collect the body!" Yan Murong said with a smile.
Just now, except for the one who was kicked by him who cut off his descendants and grandchildren, he was still alive. The remaining six had their necks broken by him. It is not a matter of death. These people have guns on them, and the attackers were
Even if the chairman of the Minghua Group dies, no one will continue to investigate. They will only ask Yan Minghua for his opinion - in other words, even if they can find out the identities of those in black suits, they will not look for them.
Zheng Wuming is in trouble, and Zheng Wuming will not admit it.
Anyone who admits this kind of thing is a fool.
Therefore, Yan Murong did not want to argue with Zheng Wuming through the police. The purpose of calling the police was to collect the corpses - it would not be good to scare the children passing by with so many dead people lying there.
"That's it?" Yan Minghua asked. "Damn, is my body so easy to touch? How dare you point a gun at my head."
"Then what do you want?" Yan Murong asked with a smile. "How about we go find Zheng Wuming together tomorrow, you kick his balls and I slap him?"
"What a good idea." Yan Minghua's eyes suddenly lit up, and then he put on a little woman's expression and asked with a pout. "Do you think it's too unladylike for me to do this? How about -----
Can you go for me?"
"I'm just talking." Yan Murong shrugged.
It's okay to let him point at Zheng Wuming's nose and scold him, but it's not okay to let him take action against Zheng Wuming - it's not that it's impossible, it's just that it's not time to take action yet.
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"Master Zheng, what should we do next?" Kunlun stood in Zheng Wuming's study and looked at Zheng Wuming and asked.
Zheng Wuming rubbed his somewhat dull head and walked around the table for a long time before sighing and saying, "Let's stop for a moment. You said Yan Murong called the police?"
"Yes." Kunlun said in a deep voice. "But the matter won't be big, and they won't be able to make a fuss about this kind of thing."
"I'm not afraid of things getting serious." Zheng Wuming said. "But now I'm a little annoyed with Yan Murong - that boy, he won't play tricks with you. He has always been straightforward, but this kind of straightforwardness is very...
Annoy people."
Thinking of Yan Murong pointing his nose at him and scolding him during the day, Zheng Wuming couldn't help but feel the anger in his heart.
"Kunlun, what do you think we should do to him?" Zheng Wuming asked.
"Just wait and see what happens." Kunlun said. "Zheng Shao, I'm not telling you. You are indeed a little anxious about today's matter. Although it will not have any impact, now is not the time to quarrel with him any more."
"Bah bang bang!"
Just as he was talking, there was a knock on the study door, and then, an old man with gray hair and wearing a gray robe walked in.
"Master, please come over." The old man's body was stooped and he looked at Zheng Wuming with cloudy eyes.
"Uncle Yao, I'll be there right away." Zheng Wuming looked at the old man and said respectfully, then turned to look at Kunlun and said, "You go to rest first, I'll go see grandpa."