I married the president

Chapter 22

Meihuang Club, a low-key and luxurious VIP box.

There is a huge turntable on the north wall, and a middle-aged man is tied to the turntable at this time.

"Boss, let me do it. I'm the most inaccurate in throwing darts. I promise, I'll prick a hole and bleed a pool of blood!" Meng Xijue was eager to try.

The middle-aged man who was tied to the turntable trembled even more when he heard this!He opened a pair of terrified eyes and looked at the man sitting on the sofa.

The man in the white shirt was cold and noble, like a banished fairy. He felt that such a fairy-like figure should be merciful.

Can……

"Okay." He said lightly, his voice was as pleasant as the spring water in the mountains, but... it was so cruel.

"Where do we start?" Meng Xijue was holding a box of darts, thinking about where to start first, "Let's start with the feet! If you stab your head, you'll die all at once, and you won't be able to play anymore!"

Ye Qing lightly pecked at the red wine in his glass, and folded his legs gracefully.

whoosh...

A dart flew out, and the middle-aged man closed his eyes tightly in fright.

After waiting for a long time, I didn't get pain.

"Hey, it's off the mark."

The middle-aged man was about to breathe a sigh of relief.

"It's okay, do it all over again! Let's stick your hands this time!"

whoosh...

A dart flew out again, and the middle-aged man closed his eyes tightly with the instinct of fright, trembling all over.

This time it hit his clothes.

He breathed a sigh of relief again.

Monsieur was like a cat catching a mouse, every time he raised his heart to his throat in fright, and then let him fall from a high place. After doing this several times, there was only the last dart left.

At this time, the heart of the middle-aged man who had been tortured was beating weakly, and he was sweating profusely, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

"Boss, bring the last dart." Jue Meng Xi handed the last dart to Ye Qing.

Ye Qing took the dart, and his eyes fell on the middle-aged man.

He instantly felt the breath of death!

The man didn't say anything, but just a look in his eyes made him feel unprecedentedly afraid, so afraid that he couldn't even tremble!
At this moment, his heart stopped beating.

whoosh...

The dart shot out and stabbed hard on the wrist of his right hand.

The middle-aged man is Li Ming, the chief judge in the video at Su Mo's wedding. He is a well-known designer in China. After this dart, his hands can no longer hold the stroke design.

His career as a designer is completely over.

"Tell him what to do." Ye Qing stood up and left after speaking.

"Yes." Assistant Meng nodded and sent the boss off respectfully.

When Ye Qing and Meng Xijue came out, a Maybach was already waiting for them at the door.

"Boss, why didn't you go to such lengths to clear Liu Muyang's reputation publicly for my sister-in-law's reputation? This is not your style!" People like Liu Muyang first exposed how he designed his sister-in-law, and then brought down the Liu family, making them unable to stay in Yuncheng every minute.

It would be such a waste of time to scare people, just to let the other party be found by sister-in-law accidentally, and then cooperate with her in all actions.

"She doesn't like me meddling in her affairs." Ye Qing said lightly.

Jue Mengxi, "..."

"Sister-in-law is too individual!" She couldn't help hugging the boss's thigh!
"Well, she has a very personality." Ye Qing's cold face would warm up when Su Mo was mentioned.

"Then brother, you just let her have such a personality?"

"Ah."

"It's not good..."

"What's wrong? I'm here for everything." With him behind her, she can do whatever she wants.

Jue Mengxi, "..."

Boss, is it really okay for you to be spoiled like this before you get loved by others?

(End of this chapter)