"Boss, I got the money." Kuang Quan came to He Yanxuan carrying a heavy black bag. He felt extremely happy in his heart. A woman is worth ten million. This is a great deal and it's effortless.
Catch her.
He Yanxuan looked at the car that had already driven away, feeling very uncomfortable in his heart. Seeing the moved and non-resisting look on her face just now made him very unconvinced. Why could he hug her casually?
Can't he? Does that woman like him? Thinking of this, he couldn't help but clenched his fists and secretly swore: One day, I can get everything about you, including Yan Yufeng.
"Boss, aren't you happy? Look, it's all money." Mad Dog smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed. This was the first time in his life that he had seen so much money.
He Yanxuan glanced at him impatiently, he was so ignorant, he was so happy with just a little money, it was so easy to be satisfied.
"Boss, I'm sorry. It's all my fault that I didn't do things properly. Not only did I fail to complete the task, but I even asked me to do it myself. Boss, I'm sorry, please punish me!" Ye Bao, who was kneeling in front of him, slapped himself in the mouth and said to himself.
He felt responsible, and there was an indescribable feeling in his heart. He was indeed his boss, not only had he caused so much trouble to him, but he also made a special trip to arrest someone to ransom him.
"That's enough, that's enough. Why is a man crying so miserably?" He Yanxuan gave him a look of contempt. He really couldn't stand such a crying man. He was not a woman and did not deserve any pity.
"Thank you, boss, thank you, boss..." Ye Bao kowtowed three times in gratitude.
He Yanxuan turned around and was about to get in the car, but suddenly turned his head sharply, as if he had discovered something strange. When he saw the black leather bag, he remembered that he was only thinking about the woman and forgot to inspect the goods.
He immediately squatted down and opened the bag. Looking at a pile of red Chairman Mao's heads lying there, he felt more relaxed. Yan Yufeng was not too treacherous.
But he was still not at ease, so he continued to look down. He felt something was wrong even when he touched his hands, and his heart felt a little heavy. But as he continued to turn over, his face became darker, and he raised his head and faced
The mad soldier roared angrily: "Fuck you, Yan Yufeng!" He gritted his teeth and kicked the black leather bag open. Stacks of white sheets rolled out of the bag. Except for the RMB on the top layer, the rest
All are blank sheets of paper.
Why was He Yanxuan so deceitful? For the sake of brotherhood for so many years, he gave him face and believed in him, but he gave him a pile of blank paper.