Chapter 94 National Wild King on Love Variety 28
Lingyao was annoyed and covered his mouth with her backhand.
The palm of my hand felt moist.
She pinched his cheeks with her backhand, and with her other hand she stretched out a finger, bent her knuckles and tapped his lips.
Knocked twice.
"Are you born in the year of the dog?" He licks people all the time.
Shen Zhi didn't say anything, but just looked at her with his dark eyes.
hum-
The phone vibrated.
Lingyao let go of her hand and took the phone.
"Boss, we got the information you asked for."
What Lingyao got were the videos that Zhang Wenchuan had saved over the years.
Not only is he a gay, he's also very extravagant in that area.
He doesn't let little boys bring mobile phones, but he himself loves to record videos.
The video was on the computer he carried with him.
Zhang Wenchuan's computer is highly confidential and cannot be cracked by ordinary people.
Lingyao spent more than a month looking for someone who could break the code.
And one of the conditions is that the person must be no more than ten meters away from the computer.
Zhang Wenchuan was under surveillance as soon as he entered the hotel, and after entering the room he cooperated with them in transmitting data.
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Zhang Wenchuan returned to the room and his assistant reported to him about the guild.
"We privately checked the owner of the butcher account and it turned out to be Sheng Lingyao."
With a clang, Zhang Wenchuan kicked the table in front of the sofa away, and a sudden look of cruelty appeared on his gentle face.
"It's her again. Didn't I ask you to send someone to talk to her last time? It's been so long, where is that person?!"
The assistant suppressed the trembling of his body and said, "Something...something went wrong."
The money was spent, and the people who collected the money said at the time that it would be done, but there has been no news so far, and they can't even be contacted.
"No matter what method you use, I want to see her before tomorrow night."
Zhang Wenchuan issued an ultimatum.
The assistant nodded hastily and retreated in a hurry.
When Lingyao went out with Shen Zhi the next day, she saw Zhu Jin in the hall again.
Compared to yesterday when he was still full of energy, today he was like a flower bud that had been destroyed by someone, wilted and looking very gloomy.
"looking at what?"
Shen Zhi followed Lingyao's gaze and frowned.
Zhu Jin has a naturally good-looking appearance, she is youthful and lively, and she is more like the sweet girl she describes.
At this time, Zhu Jin looked in a bad mood and was still a sad "sweet girl" seeking comfort.
Shen Zhi frowned and his eyelashes drooped, casting a shadow under his eyelids.
He pursed his lips and suddenly held Lingyao's hand tightly.
Lingyao raised her eyes to look at him and reminded him, "It's still being filmed."
Shen Zhi hummed in a depressed tone.
The photographer who followed the scene was very tactful and gave a close-up of the hand-holding scene.
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The assistant was still thinking about how to let Zhang Wenchuan meet Lingyao.
As a result, I just tentatively called Lingyao's people to make an appointment, and the appointment was made.
Incredibly easy.
The sun is shining brightly, and light shines into the cafe through the glass windows.
Zhang Wenchuan curled his lips and smiled, then pushed the prepared coffee in front of Lingyao.
"Miss Sheng, I underestimated you. Tell me, what is your purpose?"
"kill you."
The girl's expression was calm and indifferent, without even any extra emotion, and her tone was neither cold nor hot, and she was calm and unhurried.
But it makes the listeners feel very harsh.
Zhang Wenchuan's eyes turned cold.
"Miss Sheng did this for Shen Zhi, but Shen Zhi has signed a contract with the club, and I am determined to get him. I advise Miss Sheng to choose a new condition so that we can cooperate and achieve mutual benefit instead of getting into trouble."
"From what I know, Miss Sheng's father's company has been having a difficult time lately. You'd better not make enemies outside."
Zhang Wenchuan seemed to have determined that he had won the conversation, and he picked up the coffee and took a sip slowly.
A USB flash drive was thrown in front of him.
Lingyao's tone was cold, and the indifference in her eyes was as sharp as winter ice.
"Really? Was your dad so busy smoking that he forgot to smoke you?"
"Yeah, hit me gently, I'm afraid you'll feel good."