C357 Eccentricity

Ann Qianxi couldn't help but laugh as she recalled the story of her cousin. Of course, when she told this story to Ye Yuni, she also told her about the so-called scene after the flight with Zhu Zhu.

At that time, behind the huge French windows at night, there was Ou Ney, who was wearing a blanket, and Chi Shaojun, who sat beside him without saying anything.

Chi Shaojun would send a message every three minutes, but the message he got would always be a gray message and he would make a phone call every minute. Of course, the last thing he got was that cold mechanical female voice, "Sorry, the user you dialed has turned off."

Later on, Chi Shaojun simply called his assistant, "Kevin, go check the number of the taxi Ann Qianxi is riding in, and how to contact the driver." Five minutes later, Kevin, who was still sleeping, received the boss's order and went to transfer the residential property's surveillance footage.

In the room, Ye Yuni leaned on Deng Yujin's shoulder. Jia Wanrou was still lying on the sofa in a weird and disorderly manner. Her eyes were empty and her hands held onto her chest weakly. It looked like she had just finished a marathon.

But she looked like she was dying, her mouth was stuffed with grapes, and she was eating quite smoothly.

The room was filled with a strange and depressing atmosphere. At this moment, Ye Yuni's cell phone rang. However, after seeing the caller ID, she immediately hung up.

If it was Ann Qianxi who received Jiang Qinghe's call, she would immediately hang up, or even shut down her phone. At that time, Ann Qianxi didn't know about this, so she just squeezed into the small and smelly washroom in the train, continuously calling Ye Yuni.

After making who knows how many calls, before Ann Qianxi could even speak, Deng Yujin's low voice came over the phone, "Just what do you want …" Before Deng Yujin hung up the phone, she used all of her strength to shout, "It's me, it's me …" A bath towel! Don't hang up, don't hang up! "

Later on, the moment Deng Yujin described Ann Qianxi's voice, he thought that she wanted to call an ambulance. He almost wanted to tell Ye Yuni that he wanted to call an ambulance for Ann Qianxi.

Ann Qianxi briefly told Ye Yuni about the problem she and Zhu Zhu were facing: because she couldn't afford to pay for her mother's medicine, she was going to a nightclub to dance and earn money for her mother (Damn, this was supposed to be selling herself to save her mother). She met a CEO in a box, but he wasn't as scum as depicted in a business novel or as the male lead in a classic European novel, and he was always holding a white horse in the air, a middle-aged man with a belly, a face full of oil, and a slurred mouth.

The oily middle-aged uncle was looking for such a goddess-like woman in the nightclub. He wanted to use money to make her happy, pull out his purse, and show off the bundles of cash inside. When he placed the money on the card seat and let Zhu Zhu dance, he suddenly fell drunk.

No one can resist the temptation to come home to your home and crash on a soft mattress like you're exhausted from a day of social friction, and no one can blame you for it, not even the greasy-looking uncle, but the funds his company needs to pay for its clients, which he has to give back to the company tomorrow.

"What's going on inside Zhu Zhu's head for the whole day? Did she think that she was filming an idol show or was it because the domineering CEO fell in love with me, and that I was thinking about the grudges between the Wealthy Class?" Ye Yuni scolded directly at him, "I say, stop scolding Zhu Zhu now. With your current talent and harsh nature, you should write a factual comment. You are definitely one of the experts."

"So, Zhu Zhu poisoned that drunkard and then ran away with the money?" Ye Yuni lowered her voice and asked Ann Qianxi secretly.

"Don't you have too much imagination? Do you think that Zhu Zhu is Jia Wanrou? How could she kill someone when she had to sincerely repent after killing a fly? How could a weak girl knock down a Northeast Big Man so easily? How could you bear it?" Ann Qianxi grabbed the phone and answered angrily.

"If it really was Jia Wanrou, she would first beat Uncle into a meat patty, then hang him on the door, then swagger out with the money." Ye Yuni shouted excitedly on the other end of the phone.

Ann Qianxi rolled her eyes at the air, "Big Sis, we are currently discussing Zhu Zhu's predicament with you, not the daily topic of how Jia Wanrou overpowered a burly man."

"OK, fin." Ye Yuni raised her flowery fingers coquettishly and held her forehead weakly. "Alright, you stay there with Zhu Zhu for two days. With me, Miss Ye, there's nothing that you can't manage." After hanging up the phone, Ye Yuni looked around the living room at the wide-eyed people with a puzzled expression.

"Why are you staring at me like that? Isn't it just that Ann Qianxi ran away with the money? As long as I don't kill anyone, there's no reason for me to be unhappy." Ou Ney's expression was as if he had swallowed an egg.

Ye Yuni glanced sideways at Ou Ney and said, "An idol singer is really something. Why are your eyes so wide open?" If one were to say that the atmosphere in the room was so weird that it was about to turn into smoke, then the next person who appeared was the one who directly caused ghosts and monsters to appear in the room. Chi Shaojun's mother was also the Deputy Chief, Chi Jianong of Chi's.

Her gaze slowly passed by Ye Yuni, Deng Yujin, Chi Shaojun, and Ou Ney in the room as if nothing had happened. At the same time, she also ordered several bodyguards and assistants behind her, "Tomorrow morning's 10 o'clock video conference is canceled, and the tickets to America are changed. Tonight, 11.30pm, get Anna to send a copy of the contract to my mailbox, and tell these people who don't know what to do to hurry out."

She was expressionless during this process. Five minutes later, she disappeared into the corridor and went upstairs to her study.

Ye Yuni and Deng Yujin gaped at each other.

Ou Ney and Chi Shaojun stood awkwardly in the living room with their heads down.

Jia Wanrou's 250 grapes casually slipped out of her hand ….