C3 A Good Man

Jiang Zhao sat up again and said faintly, "I forgot to tell you, Liu Cheng is on vacation now. I think we should investigate him if necessary!"

Ye'er was stunned by Jiang Zhao's words.

At this moment, the phone in his inventory started to sing. Ye'er took it and saw that it was his good friend Zheng Ling's phone number.

Then, he heard Zheng Ling anxiously say, "Ye'er, I stepped on sh * t today. Business, tax, fire, and labor have all come early in the morning. He checked the license, checked the invoices, checked the wires, and checked the labor contract. "They say that I evaded taxes and evaded taxes, that the electric circuit was dangerous, and that I didn't pay social security to all the employees. I'm afraid that I won't be able to continue this movie studio and will still be in trouble."

Ye'er looked at the calm and composed man across from her, comforted Zheng Ling, and hinted for her to delete the photo before hanging up. He collapsed on the back of the sofa.

You have to be afraid of shoes when you're barefoot, especially when you have an iron plate in front of you.

Jiang Zhao's iron leg was swollen from the kick.

She boasted that she came from a wealthy family and thought that she had seen countless powerful families. Changing, even though she was still young, she knew the so-called dirty tricks of the upper class. She thought she could handle it.

However, she had forgotten that she was only 19 years old, and her opponent was a top powerhouse of the third generation.

Who wouldn't give face to the Jiang family in the east? Who would dare to offend the Qin family in Seahold? He had the financial strength of two families behind him, the solid political background of two families, and a wealth of life experience and social experience.

At most, she was once a pampered child, but he was truly outstanding.

She hadn't thought at all that he would turn the tables on Jiang Zhao, Zheng Ling's Shadow Tower, and Liu Cheng's future …

"I, I, I …"

"Miss Yun, the next time you do something, you must think about who you can threaten and who you can't threaten. Even if you break the jar, you must see who you can smash it in front of."

Jiang Zhao suddenly paused, the light in his eyes was like the tip of a sword unsheathed as he pointed straight at Ye'er, "Do you think that I, Jiang Zhao, must follow the rules?!"

Ye'er was startled. She could not take another step forward now, otherwise she would be dead without a burial ground. Furthermore, the one who accompanied her in death was the most important person she had left. Her purpose for coming here had changed from a threat to a threat! Don't touch them! "

The light in Jiang Zhao's eyes slowly faded as his tone returned to a dull tone. "Oh?"

"I will not mention the photos again!"

"Photographs?" Jiang Zhao took out a small, exquisite pen as if he didn't understand and opened it. A red light lit up.

He got up and poured himself a glass of water from the glass pot. Qin Wanggong was his cousin, Qin Feiyan. He knew he didn't like drinking mineral water, so he prepared to drink it.

Ye'er understood that it was a recording pen. If Jiang Zhao agreed to not touch Zheng Ling and Liu Cheng, they wouldn't be mentioned in the recording, but she wouldn't be so stupid as to admit that she'd purposefully framed Jiang Zhao.

"You can start recording."

Jiang Zhao pressed the switch and placed the brush on the teapot. Then he sat down and leaned back, his long and sharp knuckles lightly flicking on the sofa. "Why would Miss Yun show me these photos?" I'm very confused. "

"I just think my boyfriend looks a lot like you, so I'll show you."

Jiang Zhao nodded his head in satisfaction, his narrowed eyes seemed to be telling Ye'er, "Missy Yun is indeed a smart person."

Frowning, "Oh?" So it's your boyfriend? "

"Yes, we did it in an art gallery. Isn't that what young people like? The effect is pretty good right? "

"Young people's views are indeed avant-garde. It's just that next time, don't send out such private photos. It doesn't have much of an impact."

When Ye'er looked at Jiang Zhao, who was in control, she wished that she could destroy him.

He regretted not stripping his pants clean and taking a picture of his lower body. Perhaps this might have been able to stimulate him a little. Now, he realized that it was better to not touch his pants. Sometimes, it was better to just break it.

From this, it could be seen that a kind-hearted woman would not have a good ending.

"..."

Seeing Jiang Zhao tug on his tie, Ye'er's face slowly started to flush red. It seemed to be very hot, with fine beads of sweat dripping from his forehead. His breathing didn't seem to be normal, and his tightly knitted brows seemed to be enduring something.