Six years later, she took three milk balls to blow up the world

Chapter 601
Seeing the box door open, the women at the door showed shy smiles.

There are five in total, the swallow is thin and the ring is fat, each has its own merits.

Pure, beautiful and touching, charming and soft as water, and bright and sexy figures, they are all available.

Zhan Mochen's expression suddenly changed and he looked at Fu Mingwen coldly.

"Mr. Fu, what do you mean?"

"These are all beauties specially selected for you, Mr. Zhan. They have never met outsiders and they are all still young..."

Fu Mingwen showed a respectful smile, and his hoarse voice was suggestive and ambiguous.

Although he is old, he is still a man and he understands the mentality of men.

That woman An Yan was very beautiful, but even the most beautiful women would sometimes get tired of looking at her. He didn't believe that Zhan Mochen would not be tempted by so many lively beauties standing in front of him.

As long as he is tempted, the Fu family will definitely be able to escape this disaster.

The five women at the door were not idle, and quickly walked in. However, due to Zhan Mochen's extremely strong aura, they only dared to stand aside politely, but their eyes became more eager and obsessed.

The famous Zhan Ye in the imperial capital stood at the top of the powerful class. He was handsome and cold-tempered. He had always existed only in legends and was out of reach for them.

But if they can climb it today, they won't have to worry about it for the rest of their lives.

Zhan Mochen turned his head, his cold eyes swept across the women standing in a row, and deep disgust welled up in his heart.

I had only heard that Fu Mingwen was an old pervert who preyed on young girls at a very young age. Several of his wives died in mysterious circumstances.

Besides, seven years ago he had his hands on Yan Yan, and Yan Yan almost married this old pervert!
Just thinking about it, Zhan Mochen couldn't control the anger welling up in his heart. He turned around and walked to Fu Mingwen, picked up a bottle of red wine and put it on Fu Mingwen's head.

"To shut up!"

"Battle Lord!"

"dad!"

Several women nearby were so frightened that they turned pale and screamed. Fu Jingbo also took a step forward and exclaimed.

Zhan Mochen turned around and glanced at them, his thin lips curved slightly.

The wine bottle in his hand knocked against Fu Mingwen's head and placed it back on the coffee table. His smile was careless, but his voice was as cold as ice.

"If Mr. Fu wants to live a few more years, put away your crooked ideas. If you dare to make any crooked ideas again, don't blame me for being rude!"

There was a crisp sound of the wine bottle hitting the marble table. Fu Mingwen's whole body stiffened, except for his skinny hands that were trembling.

The red wine had just been taken out from the wine cellar that maintained a low temperature of 10 degrees Celsius all year round. The moment the cold bottle was pressed tightly against his forehead, he almost thought Zhan Mochen was going to smash his head open.

But at this moment, Zhan Mochen's casual attitude made him not only scared, but also furious!
Zhan Mochen, why don’t you die!
Fu Mingwen could hardly suppress the rage and hostility in his eyes, but his son Fu Jingbo's voice quickly brought him back to his senses.

"I'm sorry, Lord Zhan. My father is just old and a little confused. If I have offended him, please forgive me, Lord Zhan."

The meaning is very clear, my father is old and confused, don't argue with him.

Fu Mingwen gritted his teeth and his eyes were about to burst.

"Oh, a loving father and a filial son are so interesting."

However, Zhan Mochen only let out a disdainful laugh full of contempt and sarcasm. Without even looking at the father and son, he kicked open the closed box door and walked away.

There was only deathly silence in the box.

Nearly 10 minutes later, when it was confirmed that Zhan Mochen would not come back, Fu Jingbo breathed a sigh of relief and pushed Fu Mingwen's wheelchair outward.

Fu Mingwen got angry and swept the wine bottles and glasses off the table: "It's too much to bully others!"

The wine bottle and glass fell to the ground with a crash, the pieces scattered, and the bright red liquid flowed all over the floor.

The five women screamed again and hurriedly ran away.

Fu Jingbo's trousers and leather shoes were also splashed with red wine, but he didn't even frown and persuaded Fu Mingwen calmly.

"Father, Zhan Mochen has a cold temperament, but his methods are fair and aboveboard. He just left like this, and he should not care about us anymore. Father must not go against Master Zhan again in the future. Matters related to the Ming and Qing Dynasties cannot be discussed again. This is the second time." "Get lost! I need you to teach me how to behave! It took me eight lifetimes of bad luck to give birth to a useless coward like you!"

Fu Mingwen's anger at being humiliated by Zhan Mochen finally found a place to vent, and he cursed at his son.

Fu Mingwen lowered his eyes habitually and listened silently, with a trace of ridicule flashing in his eyes.

He didn't dare to push someone away when the bottom of a wine bottle was pressed against his head, but he came to call him a coward.

Isn't it true that he has suffered eight lifetimes of bad luck with such a father?

After a while, Fu Mingwen vented all his anger, and his cold eyes fell on the mess at his feet.

"Zhan Mochen, the humiliation I, Fu Mingwen, suffered today will definitely be repaid to you a thousand times a hundred times in the future!"

The corners of Fu Jingbo's lips moved slightly, and he silently pushed up the wheelchair and walked out.

Zhanyi Group.

As soon as Zhan Mochen entered the office, he threw his coat directly into the trash can. The buttons of his shirt were ripped open and scattered on the ground.

Then Zhan Mochen entered the bedroom attached to the office. When he came out 10 minutes later, he had changed his clothes from inside to outside, and his hair was still dripping with water.

Ding Hao walked in and saw high-end designer brands with an average price of 10,000+ being thrown on the ground like garbage.

"Take it all and throw it away."

After taking a shower and changing clothes, Zhan Mochen felt that the disgusting smell disappeared.

Just now in the box, looking at Fu Mingwen's old face, he already wanted to vomit, and the perfume on those women made him sick to his stomach.

Ding Hao didn't say anything or ask anything. He just asked someone to come over and take away the clothes and throw them away.

Only then did he put a piece of information in front of Zhan Mochen.

"Mr. Zhan, that person's identity has been found out."

"Orphan?" Zhan Mochen turned over it casually and frowned.

"Yes, he was adopted and raised without a father or mother since he was a child. The family that adopted him had immigrated abroad a long time ago. Because it has been so long, no information can be found. He himself returned to China three months ago and just arrived He has not been working in the hospital for long. He has no relatives in the imperial capital and does not usually interact with anyone. According to people in the hospital, his personality is also very withdrawn. "

Ding Hao carefully explained what he had found, and with a heavy heart he was ready to bear the thunderous wrath of his boss.

"Is the clue so completely broken?"

But Zhan Mochen only asked this question lightly and didn't say anything again.

After a while, he spoke again.

"Since the people behind the scenes have taken action, they may find another opportunity to take action. Over at the hospital, there are three more people to help."

"Yes." Ding Hao took the order and left.

The cold light in Zhan Mochen's eyes gradually faded away, and he got up and went out to the hospital.

In the ward, the three little ones have been taken back by Bai Shao, and the bodyguards have been increased by [-]%, turning the inside and outside of the ward into iron walls.

Zhan Mochen's tall figure walked in and met An Yan's puzzled eyes.

"Okay, why did you add more people?"

An Yan didn't think anyone could attack her with this level of defense.

Zhan Mochen strode over, took the person into his arms and kissed him, then relieved all the tension in his body.

"Have more people and be prepared. Come, the doctor says you can eat."

Zhan Mochen said warmly, picked up the white porridge next to him, scooped a spoonful of it and put it to An Yan's lips, not showing the worry and nervousness in his heart.

It's okay for him to be frightened alone, and he can't let Yan Yan become nervous too.

(End of this chapter)