One Child, Two Babies: The President's Nightly Delight

"Yes, old man." The butler agreed with downcast eyes, but he still felt that it would be difficult to find Song Beiye.

Song Beiye has too many crooked friends, and there are basically several hiding places, so they may not be able to find them.

But seeing that Mr. Song was so persistent in going to find Song Beiye, when he had no other orders, he asked in a low voice, "Mr. Song, do you want to do anything else?"

Mr. Song kept a straight face, "No, you go down first."

"Okay, old man, just call me if you have orders." The butler lowered his eyes.

After leaving Mr. Song's bedroom, he picked up his mobile phone and asked those people to continue looking for Song Beiye according to the old man's instructions.

It's not that he didn't expect Song Beiye to be with those cronies, so he asked people to look for them.

But the dens of these people are not so easy to find.

...

Song Beiye sat there, asking the man who brought him wine, "Is Wang Biao back?"

"Brother Song, Brother Biao hasn't come back yet." The man delivering the wine said, Wang Biao was the man Song Beiye sent out to steal information.

"It's so slow to steal something, what a waste." Song Beiye cursed, took another sip of wine, and frowned, "What kind of wine is this?"

"Biwei..." said the man delivering the wine.

"Drink me such low-quality wine, are you out of your mind?" Song Beiye stood up, picked up the bottle, and poured the wine on the man's head.

Gurgling, the man felt a chill on the top of his head, but he didn't dare to speak.

Now here, no one dares to provoke Song Beiye.

"Go get some good wine!" Song Beiye said.

The man shivered, and said in a low voice: "Brother Song, you've finished all the good wine here, and this is all that's left."

"Then you won't buy it!" Song Beiye looked at the man, feeling impatient.

When had he ever had such a bad drink?

If it wasn't for Song Beixi, he would have been drinking good wine tonight, with a beauty in his arms, celebrating his becoming the chairman of the Song Corporation.

"I, I don't have any money, Brother Song, why don't you give me some money, and I'll buy it for you right away!" The man said, the price of the wine that Song Beiye wanted was unusual, and he had no money.

And even if he had money, he wouldn't dare to put the money on Song Beiye's behalf.

You must know that Song Beiye is in a difficult situation now, and it is uncertain whether he can go back to be his second young master of the Song family. When the time comes, the money he advanced will be gone, won't it be miserable?

"Ask Wang Biao for it." Song Beiye dropped the bottle and sat down on the sofa.

"Brother Biao is going to do something for you..." the man reminded, seeing him squinting, he must have drunk too much.

Just now I asked if Wang Biao is back?

Now let him ask Wang Biao for money.

Song Beiye raised his eyelids slightly, thinking about what he said, it seemed that yes, Wang Biao went to do things for him.

He took out his wallet, opened it, and looked for it. There was no cash. He laughed at himself: "That's right, how can anyone use cash now?"

As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone and pressed it, but there was no response, and he realized that his mobile phone was turned off.

He cannot turn on the phone, even if it is turned on within a certain period of time, it may be found by someone.

Even if he wasn't from the procuratorate, he could still be from Song Beixi.

Song Beixi, a brother who was related to him by blood, made him suffer so much now?

Seeing him take out his mobile phone, the man said, "Brother Song, if you want to transfer the money to me, I'll buy it."

Song Beiye was furious, "Get out, do you want me to reveal my current location?"

The man touched his nose, and left in embarrassment.

But he cursed disdainfully in his heart, he really was a dog in distress, he didn't even dare to turn on the machine.

Song Beiye continued to lie on the sofa without speaking.

Two hours later, Wang Biao came back in a hurry, and he walked in while pressing Song Beiye's secretary.

"Brother Song, I'm back." Wang Biao said.

Song Beiye opened his eyes, looked at Wang Biao, and asked drunkenly, "How's the matter?"

"If I do it, it will definitely succeed. You see, these are all stolen from your safe, and there are other, um, things from your company." Wang Biao put the documents in plastic bags on the sofa.

Song Beiye picked up the plastic bag.

"Brother Song, do you want to burn the documents in the bag now?" Wang Biao asked.

"I'm still useful." Song Beiye shook his head, squinted at the tied woman, raised his chin, and asked, "What's going on?"

"This woman wants to call the police and arrest us. Fortunately, I reacted promptly and tied her up directly. Otherwise, both you and I will be in bad luck. Brother Song, this woman must teach her a lesson and not let her leave easily." Wang Biao pointed out Touching the woman's forehead, he said, waiting for Song Beiye's next order.

Song Beiye raised his eyebrows and looked at the secretary.

The secretary cried and shook his head and said: "Mr. Song, it's nothing, I saw that they were going to steal cash from the finance department, and tried to stop them, but they ignored it, so I thought of calling the police, I have no other intentions! "

"Oh, you just want to call the police. As long as the police arrive, they can not only catch us, but also find out the location of Brother Song. Brother Song, this woman is so vicious." Wang Biao squinted his eyes, looking at the secretary's swollen face, An Nai almost couldn't help the restlessness of her body.

The other side of the secretary's face was swollen from his slap when he found out that she wanted to call the police.

But even though her cheeks are swollen, she has a good figure, and her professional suit wraps her exquisite body very well, which can seduce the soul of a man at any time.

Song Beiye looked at the secretary, "Do you want to call the police?"

The secretary shook her head, with tears in her eyes, "I just want to protect the company's finances..."

"You want the police to catch me?" Song Beiye ignored her excuse and continued to ask.

The secretary begged for mercy: "No, Mr. Song, the company's finances are all your money, and those people want to steal..."

"How can they hide from the police if they don't steal!" Song Beiye picked up the empty wine bottle on the coffee table and threw it on the ground.

"Ah!" The secretary exclaimed, the glass shattered and splashed on the ground.

A piece of glass splashed from the floor, scratching the secretary's face.

Wang Biao watched from the side, and quickly "tsk tsk" twice, expressing his distress.

Song Beiye is indeed a person who doesn't know how to pity and cherish jade. Such a beautiful secretary said that if he wanted to disfigure her, he would disfigure her.

The secretary covered the bleeding side of his face and begged for mercy: "Mr. Song, I was wrong, and I dare not do it again."

"You want me to go in, right? I'll send you to hell first!" Song Beiye's eyes were scarlet, and Wang Biao immediately stopped him when he saw this, "Brother Song, Brother Song, calm down, this woman is not bad."

Song Beiye looked at him.

"It was fine before, and we were instructed on how to avoid surveillance, so the police probably couldn't find anything. Now is a sensitive period. You have to suppress yourself, so you can't kill people." Wang Biao said.

"Then let's forget about this matter?" Song Beiye squinted his eyes, thinking that he was about to be betrayed, and became very angry.

"Why don't you give this woman to me? I promise to make her regret betraying you!" Wang Biao rubbed his hand, then looked at the secretary again, tsk, a disfigured face is still attractive.