The President's Favorite Stunning Beauty

Chapter 440 You Give Me Money, Why Don't You Die? (2)
Wen Renzheng and the others also valued the two brothers a lot.

In this way, the old man Wen Renzheng has nothing to say about his grandson and asking them to protect his granddaughter-in-law.

Wenren Yue beside him also nodded in agreement.

"Yuxuan, you mean, what happened to Mu Mu this time was not an accident, but most likely premeditated?" Tong Xiaoya, who was sitting here, couldn't help asking anxiously anymore.

But after her words fell, Wenren's hall fell into a dignified atmosphere again.

"Mom, this, I'm not sure yet!" Without definite evidence, he wouldn't say anything absolute.

But he had a hunch, he must be right.

His slender fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of the sofa under his seat, thinking to himself.

That handsome face was full of a gloomy expression.

"This, this, I think we should tell Mumu not to go out recently, just stay at home. If something like this happens again today, I will be scared out of a heart attack." The old lady Liu Yuluo who was sitting on the side While stroking his chest, he wrinkled his face and made a sound.

"Grandma, don't worry, I won't let Mu'er have anything to do again, okay, it's late, I'm going upstairs to rest." After Wenren Yuxuan comforted his old lady, he got up from the sofa and prepared leave.

"Hey..." Tong Xiaoya stretched out her hand and opened her mouth, obviously she still had something to say to her son.

"Yuxuan is sensible, don't worry too much, okay, it's late, everyone go to rest." The old man Wen Renzheng can be said to be the one who knows his grandson best among all the people in Wenren's family.

No, seeing the expression on his grandson's face, he knew that they didn't need to ask more questions.

He will handle it properly.

Heh, you have to know that girl is his reverse scale!
Thinking of this, Wen Renzheng's old face, which had been gloomy for a day, relaxed slightly.

It was night, and the cold wind was blowing outside the window.

Near the night, it is located in a high-end, well-concealed neighborhood in N City.

In a luxurious apartment full of small objects that were artificially slammed on the floor, and discarded glass wine bottles scattered everywhere, it looked messy and dispirited. It is a mixture of cigarettes and alcohol, the stench and sweetness that make normal people sick.

Of course, during this period of time, the owner of this apartment, who was soaked in tobacco and alcohol every day, would not feel that such a smell would make people sick.

She even felt that these would make her intoxicated.

At this moment, in this apartment, from time to time came the sound of vicious cursing.

"Damn, damn bitch, I must kill her, I must kill her..."

The voice came from this apartment, the young woman who was sitting directly on the pitch-black hall floor, wearing a big red silk nightgown, with her thin back leaning against the European-style carved coffee table, yelled. of.

Her voice was hoarse and gloomy, filled in this completely dark space except for the new fire lit by the cigarette between her fingers, that little bit of light, she seemed like a ghost pulling her upper lip lightly, whispering.

Every syllable carries a heart-stopping fear.

In fact, no one knows that the time has passed from day to dusk and then to night under her indignant cursing.

After another half an hour, she suddenly felt like ants were biting her whole body, and she trembled sadly.

She trembled all over for a while, and tears and nose dripped out of her eyes and nose uncontrollably.

Seeing this, she reached out her hand indifferently, pulled out a few napkins from the European-style tea table behind her, wiped them on her face indiscriminately, and threw them on the floor.

Then she reached for her red phone from the floor by her left leg.

With weak hands, she flicked through the address book in the phone, and instantly found the number she had contacted the most recently, and dialed it directly.

Borrowing the light of the mobile phone screen in front of her, one can see that she has an extremely pale and thin face, with a pointed chin that seems to be able to be used as an electric drill. On that unusually thin face, a pair of round and long eyes, the eyeballs are full Has an abnormal protrusion.

Such eyes, inlaid in such a face as hers, appear faintly in the light of the electronic screen of the mobile phone, as if they are the most eye-catching point of her whole body.

Originally, big eyes are beautiful, and everyone in the world likes their eyes to be bigger, so that they look better, right?

However, this woman's eyes were not only bursting out because of the large swaths of black and blue around the eye sockets, but also glowing with a sinister light.

So at this moment, if someone saw her eyes, apart from feeling fear, there would be no sense of beauty.

Because her long, brown, wavy hair was messy and scattered on her emaciated body with exposed veins, it made her even more depressed.

Between her fingers with black nail polish, the red mobile phone had been ringing for a minute or two, but no one answered the phone.

Then, as if all her patience had been exhausted, she gritted her teeth, ruthlessly moved the phone to her eyes again, and dialed the same number again.

Well, within a few seconds, the call was connected.

All kinds of messy noises came from the mobile phone first, and then a rough male voice came from the phone.

"Say, why are you looking for me?"

"Ah Xiang, I'm out of stock, send me some good ones." The woman sniffed, her teeth chattering, and said inarticulately.

"You're Miss Ella?" The man over there was silent for a while before asking impatiently.

"Yes, it's me. This time you asked your little brother to give me more, 300 red ones, 200 white ones, and other good things. What good things do you have that can make people feel so good? Bring it to me." The woman yelled at the other party hoarsely and sharply, also a little impatiently.

"Fuck, damn it, you're a bitch, you owe me 50 yuan and haven't paid it back, and you want so much good stuff, can you afford it?" The woman's words fell, and the man over there immediately cursed. sneered.

"Shit, what are you, you dare to talk to Miss Ben like this, if you ask you to give it away, isn't it just 50? Cut, Miss Ben has more than one bag!" The man on the other side of the phone laughed so disdainfully.

It made the woman in the apartment go crazy, she couldn't bear it any longer, and smashed the glass bottle in her hand crazily towards the wall not far away.

The sound of the wine bottle shattering was like a cold and sharp note, accompanied by the ferocious roar of the woman, there was a harsh sound that made people frown.

(End of this chapter)