She has a delicate body, and she makes the abstinent Master Xi descend from the altar.

Chapter 12 012: Wen Yunran’s Peach Blossom

Let’s talk about Mr. Zhao who was carried to the hospital last night.

At [-]:[-] in the morning, a patient who was dancing and talking nonsense was suddenly sent to the emergency room.

The emergency doctor on duty came forward and asked, "Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

Nowhere is comfortable!

But Zhao Qinglin could no longer say what he wanted to say.

Song Xi answered helpfully: "He seems to be feeling unwell all over. Can you help him wash his stomach?"

The ER doctor said, "What did he eat?"

Song Xi was silent for a few seconds and said, "A drug that can induce estrus."

The emergency doctor frowned: "Where did you buy it? Has it been tested by the Food and Drug Administration?"

How could Song Xi know this? He could only answer: "He bought it himself, and I don't know either."

"Push in quickly."

Then, Zhao Qinglin was pushed to be injected with sedatives and his stomach was washed.

When Zhao Qinglin woke up, the first thing he said was: "Dad, I saved the company for you."

After that, several police officers who sent him routinely questioned him and Song Xi about the beating of Zeng Dazhuang.

Of course, nothing was found.

Song Xi came over and gave him some popular science about who Emperor Cheng of the Han Dynasty was.

Zhao Qinglin looked at the dirt on his pants and covered his face with his hands: "Song Xi, ask my dad to send me a pair of pants."

Fortunately, he is not done yet, and no one is dead.
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Four p.m.

On the advertising set, all the staff were anxious.

After all, the deadline for the commercial was coming, and Zeng Dazhuang had an accident.

Especially Mr. Feng, his brain was almost wiped out.

A row of his subordinates stood in the office.

He yelled at his secretary: "Hurry up and find me a temporary director to take over? The commercial is basically shot, we just need to deal with the subsequent shots and editing."

The secretary looked sad: "But Mr. Feng... we are so pressed for time now, how can we find a temporary director so easily?"

The manager of the planning department said: "Who is a director who is not arrogant and arrogant? Who is willing to take over a film that has been shot by someone else?"

He knows that in the minds of many directors, a film that is not entirely directed by him has no soul.

"I don't care what means you use, threats, inducements, blackmails, kidnappings," Mr. Feng gave an ultimatum, "In short, you must find me a director tomorrow, otherwise you all get the hell out of here!"

People in the office were so angry that they didn't dare to speak out.

Mr. Feng didn't mean to use foul language on purpose, but he really had no choice. How could he have 3000 million to compensate Xi Jin?

That was none other than Xi Jin, a well-known cold-blooded businessman in the imperial capital. How could he be lenient to him?
The advertising team was unable to start work, so Wen Yunran went home. She didn't sleep much last night, so she planned to go back to catch up on her sleep.

She is not a popular actress, so the company does not provide her with a nanny car. Shen Huaxin usually drives her to pick her up.

Shen Huaxin sent the person downstairs to the Repulse Bay Apartment. She frowned slightly: "Yunran, why did you move suddenly?"

Wen Yunran definitely couldn't tell the truth, "The place where I lived before was exposed by the paparazzi. It was inconvenient and not safe."

Shen Huaxin knew this, and she said, "Then you don't have to be so luxurious as to move to the most luxurious apartment in the imperial capital, right? One month's rent here is not cheap, right?"

"Maybe."

Wen Yunran didn't know how much the rent was, "Sister Xin, I'm leaving first."

Wen Yunran unbuckled his seat belt and pushed open the door to get out of the car.

"I'll take you upstairs."

"no need."

"Oh." Shen Huaxin had no choice but to drive away silently.

As soon as Wen Yunran entered the door of the apartment downstairs, a dark figure grabbed his wrist.

The man was wearing a suit and leather shoes, and Wen Yunran could see his face clearly. There was endless greed and desire in his eyes.

It was the playboy from the Zhou family. He had been chasing Wen Yunran for a long time.

"Let go!" Wen Yunran said expressionlessly.

Zhou Zongheng seemed to be annoyed by the angry look of such a tough beauty. He did not restrain himself at all, but became even more interested. "Wen Yunran, in order to avoid me, you are willing to spend so much money and move your family here?"

"The monthly rent is a lot of money, right? How miserable are you? Do you still have money to pay the rent? How about my brother buy the apartment and give it to you?"

Wen Yunran tugged hard on his wrist, but Zhou Zong's tug was so tight that he couldn't shake it off at all.

Zhou Zongheng looked arrogant, "If I hadn't happened to be discussing business nearby and happened to see you, wouldn't I have to take a lot of detours?"

Otherwise, he would go to Wutong Apartment to squat on her every day.

"Zhou Zongheng," Wen Yunran looked at Zhou Zongheng coldly: "I've said it many times, don't waste your efforts, I don't like you."

At first, Zhou Zongheng sent flowers and invited him to eat, but Wen Yunran didn't even look at him.

Later, when he heard that Wen Yunran liked diamonds, he spent a lot of money to get a diamond necklace and gave it to her.

But Wen Yunran threw the necklace directly into the trash can in front of him, and Zhou Zong stamped his feet in anger.

Therefore, Zhou Zongheng did not plan to boil the frog in warm water anymore. If he continued to boil it, the fire in his pocket would almost be burned out.

"I don't care if you like her or not," Zhou Zongheng said in a very romantic and direct manner as he pushed the person against the wall, "As long as I can fall in love with you."

Zhou Zongheng stared at Wen Yunran and saw many deep and shallow red marks on her collarbone.

In the past two days, Wen Yunran would put on a thick layer of foundation when he went out. Under the cover, no one could see the traces.

By now, the foundation should be almost gone.

"Wen Yunran!" Zhou Zongheng was furious and grabbed her collar with force: "Tell me, who touched you?"

Wen Yunran said nothing.

"I spent so much money and never came across you. I didn't expect someone else to get there first."

"Who the hell dares to rob someone from me, Zhou Zongheng?"

Zhou Zongheng was so angry!

Wen Yunran saw that he was angry, so he followed the trend and said, "Mr. Zhou, do you really want to know who that person is?"

"Tell me who it is! I'll kill him!"

Of course Zhou Zongheng didn't know how much he overestimated his abilities.

Wen Yunran spoke very slowly, pronouncing each word clearly: "Emperor, capital, Xi, home."

Zhou Zongheng immediately said: "Xi Muchen?"

Wen Yunran shook his head and corrected him: "It's his eldest son."

"Xi Jin?!" Zhou Zongheng was stunned at first, but soon he returned to normal and smiled, "You want to lie to me?"

"Master Zhou, don't you believe it?"

Of course Zhou Zongheng didn't believe it. He believed everyone except Xi Jin who was not a womanizer.

"Don't try to play tricks. Let me tell you, delaying time is useless! Let me see who can come to save you now?"

"If Young Master Zhou doesn't believe it, then I'll call Xi Jin right now," Wen Yunran said calmly, knowing Zhou Zongheng well: "Tell him that Zhou Zongheng, the second young master of the Zhou family in the imperial capital, wants to go to His woman, let’s see who kills whom in the end?”

As she said that, she took out her mobile phone, flipped through her address book and found a number named "Golden Master", and dialed it under Zhou Zongheng's nose.

Zhou Zong swallowed his saliva and sweat began to form on his forehead.

The phone beeped, but no one answered.

Zhou Zongheng swallowed again and looked at Wen Yunran.

Wen Yun's face remained calm and calm.

The phone beeped again.

Zhou Zong's heart was in his throat, and the sweat on his head dripped to the ground.

When the phone beeped for the third time, Zhou Zongheng let go of Wen Yunran and said harshly: "Wen Yunran, just wait for me!"

After that, he rolled out of the apartment.

Looking at Zhou Zongheng's running back, Wen Yunran sneered coldly. With such an impetuous temperament, he was still playing psychological warfare with her.

But she didn't expect that the name "Xi Jin" could save her life at a critical moment.

When she turned around, she saw a man coming from the corner of the corridor. He had a mobile phone in his hand and hung up the call.

In a deep voice: "Is my name so useful?"

(End of this chapter)