CEO's 100 Days after Wedding

"If you want to find Jiang Fengming, just dig up the ruins of Zhanfeng. You will find his body."

Yellow hair astringed the smile on the face, brow Cu Cu, "caught me, calculate how to return a responsibility?"

"As a subordinate, your mind is so vicious." Shen Qingqing never thought that Huang Mao would be such a person.

After all, in her impression, Huang Mao is trusted by Jiang Fengming. He will do important things, and Huang Mao is also responsible for a large part of those assets.

"He asked me for help, but I didn't go." Huang Mao picked an eyebrow, "so he will die, since I can own these things, why do I have to save him?"

"Even if I work under him all my life, I can't get so many things, can I?" Huang Mao chuckled, shameless.

Shen Qingqing's brow was frowning. Seeing yellow hair, she didn't seem to be lying.

But such yellow hair really subverts her three views.

"Where is the sound of the river wind?" Leng Shaoheng continued to ask, his face more gloomy.

His keen intuition told him that Huang Mao seemed to be acting, but he played very well.

Leng Shaoheng almost believed it, but his intuition felt that something was wrong.

The explanation of all this is too perfect.

"How many times have I said that he is under the ruins of Zhanfeng!" Huang Mao's voice suddenly rose, spat blood foam again, raised his arm and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

See the bloodstain on the back of the hand, narrow eyes slightly narrowed up, which flashed a fierce dark light, fleeting.

"Tough mouth, isn't it?"

Leng Shaoheng's eyes are fixed on Huang Mao's face, with cold frost, and his tone is extremely cold.

"You can't make a move, can you?" Huang Mao sneered, "then you are really wrong about my Huang Mao. I won't recognize what I haven't done."

"Even if..." Huang Mao gave a pause. "Even if you beat me to death, I won't recognize it."

"Oh." Leng Shaoheng sneered, and his voice became more and more low. "Let's see how hard your bones are."

"Take him to the darkroom, and by any means, pry his mouth open." Leng Shaoheng orders his men. His face is gloomy and his eyes are covered with ice.

"Yes." Under the direct yellow hair set up, toward the outside, left the ward.

"Let me go! Let go of me Huang Mao's roar echoed in the corridor and came through the crack of the door.

Shen Qingqing's eyebrows slightly twisted, "in my impression, yellow hair is not like a person who has been forced to fight, it should be unable to speak."

Leng Shaoheng, on the other hand, raised a hint of sarcasm on his lips and said with a sneer, "do you think a man who is greedy for money and dares to take his employer's assets for himself can have much backbone?"

Anyway, Leng Shaoheng doesn't believe in Huang Mao.

Huang Mao was too calm, especially when he first came to the ward, he saw Leng Shaoheng as if he expected.

"Well, let your men be careful. Don't kill people." Shen Qingqing frowned with worry, so as not to cause any trouble. She had to divide her energy to deal with it.

"I know. They have a sense of propriety." Leng Shaoheng's dark eyes were slightly astringent, and there was a trace of bloodthirsty light in them.

He has been silent for a long time. Does the outside world think that he is so easy to cheat and bully?

It's time to exercise.

Leng Shaoheng regained his look and recovered as usual.