Love You To The Bones

The phone call was from Wan Jiyang, Shen Zichuan's college classmate, from the police station.

After a few hearty greetings, Wan Jiyang quickly went straight to the theme, "Zichuan, Fang Xiaoran, the court will be held soon. How are you doing here?"

"As expected, the injured party promised to help her get rid of the crime and was willing to accept mediation and compensation."

Shen Zichuan clenched his mobile phone and opened his mouth with a cold, fierce and calm look.

"That's all right. I've taken care of everything here. See you on Monday."

This weekend, less than two days from Monday.

The man's cold face, deep eyes, no emotion.

Shen Zichuan walked into the parking lot and just sat in the car. When his bony hands held the steering wheel, there was a polite sound of knocking on the glass outside the window.

"Mr. Shen, it's a coincidence to meet you here. I happen to have something to report to you."

It was Fan Wei, the private detective Shen Zichuan had spent a lot of money to investigate the old housekeeper.

Seeing that the window was slowly rolled down, the other party quickly gathered up the smart face and said quickly, "Mr. Shen, I found out that Fang Yanrong secretly went to see the old housekeeper, the morning before your father fell down two years ago.

Coincidentally, early the next morning, the old housekeeper suffered from a bad cold and diarrhea and was sent to the hospital for treatment. That is, that morning, your father was pushed down from the balcony by your wife. I think these two things must be related. "

Fan Wei's face was calm and well-organized. Even if Shen Zichuan drank too much, he clearly reflected every word in his mind.

His heart, as cold as iron, suddenly hovered in an uncontrollable panic.

The hands holding the steering wheel worked so hard that all the veins on the back of the hands protruded, which was frightening.

When the heating was turned on to the maximum, Shen Zichuan still felt cool at the bottom of his heart.

If Fang Xiaoran climbed into his bed, it was not her initiative; If his father fell on the balcony and became a vegetable, it wasn't her fault——

So what is he doing these years, and why does he hate and hurt Fang Xiaoran?

"OK, I see. You did a good job. Continue to track down."

Shen Zichuan nodded. His pupils were dark and deep. He was so dark that there was no light. He was covered with a dark and depressed breath.

"Mr. Shen, I'll go first."

Fan Wei said goodbye in a hurry, stopped a taxi on the roadside and rushed to the next investigation.

The man leaned back in the driving position, released the steering wheel, released a hand, covered his sour eyes and face, and remained motionless for a long time.

It was not until Shen Bai opened the door and handed the USB flash disk recording Fang Yanrong's chaotic video to Shen Zichuan that he recovered from his meditation. He stared at the USB flash disk in his palm, and his eyes crossed the turbulent anger. "Go back to the company and inform all senior executives to the conference room. I want the shares of Fang's group to fall by the limit for a week."

Shen Bai doesn't know what happened in less than an hour, which made Shen Zichuan and Fang Yanrong kill each other.

However, he had no objection to seeing the Fang family, who had hurt his wife, fall into the dilemma of bankruptcy and scandal. He clapped his hands and feet in favor.

With Shen BAIXIAN's superb driving skills, he arrived at the company half an hour later.

Shen Zichuan got out of the car and went straight to the conference room.

Inside, there were two rows of high-level personnel, all staring at the president with a cold and terrible face.

Shen Bai took a large stack of materials, pushed open the door, came in, distributed the materials to all senior executives, and then went to Shen Zichuan's side. He spoke slowly and clearly and repeated Shen Zichuan's instruction to ask Fang's group's shares to fall for a week in a row.

After drinking a cup of strong coffee, Shen Zichuan stared at everyone with cold eyes, long dark eyebrows and cold charming eyes. "Work overtime tonight. After doing this, the financial department will give you a 5% reward."

As his words fell, all the senior personnel attending the meeting cheered one after another.

"Long live the president!"

"Long live the president!"

We manipulated once before. Again, we were familiar with the road, and soon pulled down the stock of the company controlled by Fang Xinyuan by three points.

Shen Zichuan's facial features were calm. He stared at the green stock price of Fang's group. He sneered and slowly raised his thin lips, making the arc of the sneer more and more profound.

At the blues cafe, in the top box, Fang Yanrong's clothes were untidy, her long hair was scattered on her face, and a large amount of blood poured out under her body. The whole person seemed to be immersed in a pool of blood.

"Son of a bitch, I'll kill you. I'll kill you myself."

The medicine had lost its effectiveness, and she slowly recovered her mind. She looked at the little gangsters who were carrying pants one after another, gnashing their teeth, grimly hating, clenching their fists, and piercing their long nails into the skin of the palm, which was so painful that it couldn't compare with the pain of the body and the pain at the bottom of her heart.

Having no face or skin, she loved Shen Zichuan for four years under the name of Xiao San. In the end, she ended up like this. He mercilessly threw it to a group of hooligans for abuse. How can she not hate it?!

"You're the only woman who killed us? Ha ha, don't be funny. Are you the teaser sent by the monkey?"

The man on her right bent over and kicked Fang Yanrong. He was kicking her pinched blue waist. It hurt so much that she curled her body into a ball and wailed bitterly.

The man on the other side said with an obscene smile, "unexpectedly, this woman is still the first time. How many times do you want to be cool?"

"But didn't the employer tell us to leave immediately when we were done?"

"What are you afraid of? This woman is half dead and can't climb out to call for help. It's rare to meet such a big pie. Brother, I just want to have enough fun at once."

The remaining hooligans seemed to be persuaded, looked at each other for a few seconds, smiled obscene, and rushed towards Fang Yanrong.

Fang Yanrong knew very well that her body had been greatly traumatized. If she suffered the inhuman torture just now, she might have to catch her life this time.

Biting her teeth, I don't know where the strength came from, she climbed out of the encirclement of several men with her hands and feet, opened the door of the box and rushed out.

The world in front of her was hazy. Fang Yanrong couldn't tell which direction the elevator downstairs was in. She just went crazy and ran forward desperately!

There seemed to be a cold shadow standing in front of her. She couldn't dodge. She hit it straight and fell to the ground.

To get up, her shoulder was supported by a man, and her hand was very strong and cold.

"Fang Yanrong?!"

I heard that the voice belonged to the devil, but Fang Yanrong couldn't care much at the moment. She cried and cried desperately. She put all her strength around the man's arm and shouted for help.

The man followed Fang Yanrong's frightened eyes and focused on a few small hooligans. He waved his hand in a vicious manner. Several men in black with strong skills surrounded and suppressed them. With the effort of three times and five divided by two, he knocked over several small gangsters and dragged them away.

"Go in and change clothes with me. Your miserable appearance really doesn't deserve the title of school flower of film and Television College."

The man stared at Fang Yanrong coldly and couldn't tolerate her refusal.

"Yes."

Fang Yanrong was so hairy that she had to follow the man into the nearby box.

A few seconds later, the crackling sound of the whip was heard, and Fang Yanrong's creepy scream was soon heard, which was more miserable than when she was humiliated by a young gangster.

About an hour and a half later, the man was satisfied. He took the ointment from his assistant's hand and threw it coldly on Fang Yanrong's bloody face. "The newly invented anti trace ointment can fully recover your injuries in less than three days."

He is not interested in the film of women, only in torture and murder.

Especially the woman Shen Zichuan likes!

After the man left, Fang Yanrong slowly got up from the cold floor. All the pain and insult turned into burning hatred and anger at the bottom of her heart.

Shen Zichuan hurt her so much that she thought she would defend Fang Xiaoran in court and dream!