Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

"No! It's against the law when you do that! " Shen Qingwan screamed desperately, and every cell in her body resisted their approach.

But who cares about a murderer?

The bodyguard came to her with a tray, and the sound of metal and brick collision was very harsh.

In Shen Qingwan's ears, it was like a knife switch hanging on her head, creaking in the wind.

The coldness of fear seems to come from the bone!

"Don't cut my finger! Please! I'm a popular star. I can't be disabled! " Shen Qingwan's tears are like rain, and her shrill cry is like a ghost in the dark.

But what's wrong with her? It was all her fault.

No one paid attention to her. Everyone just looked at each other coldly.

The bodyguard takes out the scalpel from the tray and grabs Shen Qingwan's hand.

Shen Qingwan kept retreating with fright, and thick blood oozed from the edge of the shackles again, which made the already damp air smell a little fishy.

Song Qinbei was very dissatisfied with this. He frowned slightly, and there was a strong impatience between his eyebrows. "Hurry up."

The tone is cold, like the ice in the December.

"Song Qinbei! You tell him to stop Shen Qingwan roared and struggled desperately, but nothing helped.

Just when the bodyguard's hand was about to touch her, the phone suddenly rang at this moment. This phone call was to song Qinbei.

The furrow on his brow deepened a little, but he took out his cell phone patiently. The phone was called by a servant, and there was obvious confusion,

"Mr. Song, Mr. Yi is here. He has the contract in his hand and says he wants you to have a look."

Song Qinbei took a look at Shen Qingwan on the ground, got up and went out in silence.

At the moment, Yi Feng is sitting on the sofa. When he sees song Qinbei coming, he gets up and says, "the landmark he was looking forward to has drawn up the contract. Have a look."

Song Qinbei took over the contract and, as usual, opened it as if nothing had happened.

"I've already looked at the terms of the content. There's no difference between them. If there's no problem, you can sign it directly, and I'll sign a project."

"Good." Song Qinbei took up his pen and was about to sign his name on the place where he signed it when a strange voice came out.

Yi Feng inexplicably feel some familiar, can't help but listen carefully, in addition to the whimper, seems to have the sound of chain friction on the ground.

He felt numb. "Qinbei, what's in your basement?"

Song Qinbei did not raise his head and replied, "No."

Yi Feng frowned slightly. At this moment, there was a whimper. He was sure that there was something underground.

There are no pets in Song Qinbei's family. Besides animals, people are chained.

This person's delicate whimper can be recognized as a woman, and the only woman he has contacted recently is Shen Qingwan, and the only one who can make him feel familiar with is Shen Qingwan!

His brain suddenly burst into a blank, he quickly took out his mobile phone and dialed to Shen Qingwan, but there was a cold tone to greet him, and no one answered.

He said to himself, "Qinbei, let me go to the basement."

Song Qinbei looked at him coldly, "impossible."

Yi Feng clenched his fists and gritted his teeth: "I'm not discussing with you!"

Words fall, he regardless of song Qinbei's obstruction, directly rushed in!