Husband is bad: evil president is not easy to mess with

"Shangguan Jin, are you doing some tricks without telling me?" Xue Yu frowned.She knew Shangguan Jin too well, and if there was nothing strange about it, he would never interfere in these trivial matters.

"Of course not." Shangguan Jin denied without changing his expression.

"Really?" Xue Yu didn't believe it, and carefully studied the expression on his face.

"What can I hide from you?" Shangguan Jin asked back.

Xue Yu thinks about it too. In the recent period, Shangguan Jin has been clinging to herself almost 24 hours a day, and has no time to do small tricks at all, so she didn't ask any more questions.

"Let's go downstairs and eat first."

"Okay." Shangguan Jin nodded, tidied up briefly, picked up the box on the table without leaving any traces, threw it into the trash can, and left with Xue Yu in his arms.

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A hotel in s city.

All the lights were turned on, and the room was brightly lit.

Orange light poured from top to bottom, illuminating the whole room with a golden wall.

The floor is nothing like the neat floor, it's a mess.

There are broken wine bottles everywhere, which looks shocking.

The strong smell of alcohol filled the entire room, making people frown.

Big □□, the quilt is twisted messily, you are like pickles.

Between the pillow and quilt, there was a wedding invitation that had been sliced ​​into strips with a sharp weapon...

Between a pile of broken glass, Long Zeyu was paralyzed in a big font, completely drunk.

His face was flushed, his white nightgown was open, revealing his muscular chest, his arms were cut by glass shards, and some of them were still oozing blood.

Long Zeyu ignored it at all, and kept pouring wine, one bottle after another.

After drinking it, the wine bottle was thrown away and shattered on the ground...

As soon as Long Zeyu's bodyguard pushed open the door, the smell of alcohol rushed towards him.

The guard hurriedly covered his mouth and nose. Although the stagnant air in the room made him sick and didn't even dare to breathe, he still quickly closed the door in order not to attract the attention of others.

The guard walked over cautiously, quickly cleaned the bed, and then helped Long Zeyu who was lying in the middle of a pile of glass slag, and moved him onto the bed.

Long Zeyu was completely dazed from drinking, and his whole body became limp and muddy, allowing the guards to drag him to the bathroom to wash, and then throw him on the bed*.

The guards opened the doors and windows to let fresh air in, and quickly cleaned up the room. All glass shards and wine bottles were packed in large black garbage bags, tied tightly, and proposed to be thrown away.

Then pick up the wedding invitations that Long Zeyu scraped into strips with a razor blade, stick them together, and put them on the bedside.

After finishing all this, the guard came to Long Zeyu's bedside and reported his work results.

"Master, this subordinate has already contacted the TV station."

The person on the bed* was breathing heavily, and the breath was full of alcohol, and he was motionless, and he didn't know if he was asleep or if he heard what the guard said.

The guard knew that Long Zeyu hadn't woken up completely unconscious. He looked drunk, but he was actually sober. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to cooperate with taking a bath just now.

So, the guard continued to report with a blank expression, "Tomorrow at seven o'clock in the morning, the press conference will appear in the lobby of the hotel on time. The subordinates have already taken care of the hotel. People who have not been invited and have no identification will definitely not be able to enter. Come on. The TV station has also opened up the joints, none of the media is recording and broadcasting, and will broadcast the whole process live, the young master can announce this with confidence."