Love You To The Bones

Shen Zichuan walked out of the box and glanced at the elevator. He saw that the double doors of the elevator were opened. Shen Bai walked very fast and hurriedly met him. Behind him, he brought several small gangsters who described him as obscene. Each of them seemed to have won five million lottery tickets, and followed him with a grin.

Not only women sleep, but also money. It's a good thing to smash pie in the sky.

Shen Bai went to the door, looked up at the man with a cold face and reported respectfully, "Mr. Shen, I brought all the people here, and the price has been settled. Will you let them in now?"

Several small gangsters who have wandered at the junction of the city and the suburbs do sneaky activities on weekdays. They have never seen such a high-end place, nor have they come into contact with such handsome, threatening and dignified successful people as Shen Zichuan. They are cold all over, and their aura is so powerful that they can scare people to death. Their eyes, nose, nose and heart are as clever as frightened quails.

Shen Zichuan stood in place, nodded and spoke coldly, "copy the video afterwards and copy it to Fang Yanrong. She naturally knows what to do."

"Yes, Mr. Shen."

Shen Bai quickly walked two steps, opened the door of the box, stared at Fang Yanrong, who was lying on the floor and was struggling to twist his body, sneered twice, and turned back to call a few gangsters in.

You dare to plot against Mr. Shen step by step. You deserve to be humiliated by hooligans!

"Ah, who are you? Let go of me, brother Zichuan. I'm wrong. Please forgive me this time..."

At the moment of closing the door, Shen Zichuan was about to leave. Suddenly he heard the sad cry of women and the wild laughter of those gangsters one after another. His steps did not stop at all. His expressionless facial features could not find any emotional fluctuations. He stepped into the elevator.

Out of the blues cafe, the man stood under the scorching sun in June. His skin was scorched by the sun, but his heart was gray.

In addition to his talent in making money and managing the company, he never cared much about his feelings, and he was indifferent to men and women.

Until Fang Xiaoran was put into the police station and divorced, the woman who had been bound with him in the name of his wife and her daily boos and greetings were missing. She always felt that the sky had lost color and the days were much boring.

It turned out that she had long been unknowingly rooted and implanted into his heart, took root and sprouted, and the branches and tendrils wound into every blood vessel and cell of him, and could no longer be uprooted.

Even when she was pregnant with Xiao Jingcheng's child, she didn't feel disgusted. It was just a pity.

Unfortunately, when she completely belonged to him, she didn't really live a few comfortable days, and didn't really care about her joys and sorrows.

"It's me. Come out and have a drink with me."

Shen Zichuan gathered his eyes and frown, finished calling Song Zijian, went to a nearby bar, asked for a box and several bottles of high concentration baijiu.

The evidence is conclusive. Countless witnesses on the scene and on the Internet want to win Fang Xiaoran a final sentence of acquittal, which is more difficult than going to heaven.

Now, only through Fang Yanrong's obscene video to firmly control her and let her put forward in court that Fang Xiaoran is, after all, her sister willing to accept mediation and compensation can give Fang Xiaoran the most favorable trial.

When song Zijian arrived, Shen Zichuan had almost drunk, and many empty wine bottles were piled on the tea table.

Seeing Song Zijian, Shen Zichuan didn't talk nonsense, and let the waiter open the bottle of the most high-end Baijiu liquor at the state banquet. The cups were saved directly to each other.

Song Zijian didn't have a lot of wine. He poured half a glass of wine, got up and touched a cup with Shen Zichuan, looked up and drank slowly, "brother Zichuan, I'm really just drinking with you?"

It's not Shen Zichuan's personality to drown his worries with wine.

Shen Zichuan didn't answer, but silently poured cup after cup of high concentration liquor down his throat.

Song Zijian didn't say when he asked, and he couldn't see it. He didn't want to waste his body, so he had to look at another place. When he couldn't see it, he smoked the cigarette and spit out one white cigarette ring after another.

He thought that what Shen Zichuan needed at the moment was not a chat object, but an alcoholic who accompanied him when he was drunk.

I don't know how long later, Shen Zichuan suddenly noticed that there was silence in the box. Only the picture flickered in the huge screen, and no music flowed out. He narrowed his narrow eyes. After filling the third bottle, he turned to song Zijian, who was smoking and drinking silently. His voice was rational, intelligent and cold. "Was my previous partner Xiaoran's attitude very bastard?"

"It's more than a bastard! Brother Zichuan, to tell you the truth, if I were Fang Xiaoran, I'm sure I wouldn't forgive you in this life, in the next life and in the future!"

Song Zijian unwittingly drank a few more glasses of wine. His head ran a little slowly, but his tongue became more smooth. Many words he had no courage to say in the past were now shouted out without fear of death.

Thinking of Fang Xiaoran's grievances and pain over the years, he nodded seriously, "After four years of marriage, you played with her sister Fang Yanrong behind Fang Xiaoran's back. You held a birthday party for Fang Yanrong every year, but you never remember which day Fang Xiaoran's birthday was. You only gave Fang Xiaoran a birthday gift once, which Fang Yanrong eliminated.

The most important thing is that you forcibly killed the child regardless of her pregnancy. It's not as good as animals! So, you're more than a bastard. You can't be more scum. "

The result of the quick speech is that Song Zijian, under the pressure of Shen Zichuan's cold eyes, had to kill four large Baijiu liquor continuously, and he almost died of vomiting when he drank it.

Mom, the baby died after drinking. Brother Zichuan is too cruel. He won't tell the truth after being killed. Whining!

Song Zijian thought that Shen Zichuan would beat himself up in a rage. Who knows, he just sat quietly on the sofa, holding the wine glass in his hand, raised his eyelids, and said coldly, "she is tangled with Xiao Jingcheng behind my back. Now she is pregnant with Xiao Jingcheng's child. I am divorced from her."

"Now that it's clear, why do you still drink muggy wine?"

Song Zijian's heart crossed, unwilling to accept a sentence back.

Shen Zichuan was shocked when he heard the speech. He hooked his thin lips. Under the trance illumination of light and shadow, his face was indifferent, "it's just a pity that there is a woman around me who can make me flourish."

Since Fang Xiaoran has slept with Xiao Jingcheng and is pregnant, he can't tolerate her no matter how her body suits him and how it suits his appetite.

"Brother Zichuan, just be duplicative. One day, you will regret it."

Holding the idea that a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, song Zijian tilted his mouth and hummed.

Nothing to regret!

But a woman.

A woman who is ambiguous with other men and is not worth cherishing at all.

Shen Zichuan drank the last mouthful of liquor, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of evil and depression. He stood up from the sofa, pressed his sore temples with one hand, picked up his mobile phone and walked out of the box with the other hand.

He had just walked two steps and his cell phone rang.

A handsome man with straight legs and perfect proportion stood against the wall, narrowed his narrow eyes and pressed the answer button.