Spoiled Marriage: Big President, Little Sweetheart

   "The people over there will not let you sacrifice, they dare not." The man was silent for a moment, and said in a dull voice.

  Wesley opened his eyes and glanced at him, and said, "If I were alive, they wouldn't dare, but if I was a dead person."

   "..." The man was a little at a loss, "zero."

  Wesley sneered with a deep face, "Don't worry, they will still try to protect me before the matter is settled."

  Once they find that they cannot be saved, these people will definitely try their best to kill him.

  Especially the celebrities involved in the matter, these people must be trembling with fear, and they want him to'shut up forever' in their dreams.

  But...

"I'm not going to wait and die. Before that, you can ask someone to find out what happened to Fick. How did he get in touch with Li Beijue? I don't believe that he just had the courage to go to Li Beijue to inform him. He is very clear about the fate of betraying me and betraying the black net. There must be a reason for him to do this!"

"Yes."

  Wesley's eyes were gloomy, he actually had doubts in his heart, he still hoped that his doubts were better than doubts, otherwise...!

  Raven is the sharpest knife in Wesley’s hand. Soon he found out what Wesley wanted and gave it to Wesley.

  Wesley gloomily read what Levin found. His face was full of anger from the mountains and the rain. He tried his best to suppress the anger and told Levin, "Call him!"

"Yes."

   Twenty minutes later, Lu Zhiang appeared in the office with a cool face, as if he knew why Wesley called him, and he calmly called, "Father."

  Wesley did not sit in a wheelchair for the first time in the world. With a cane, he walked up to him, raised his hand and slapped it.

   "Pop!" The sound of slap in the face was clear, and everyone outside the president's office might have heard it.

  Lu Zhiang was beaten to the side of his head, tilted his head and stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. He looked at him, calmly, "Father taught me what I did to make my father dissatisfied?"

  His father screamed and his face was expressionless. He looked like a respectful son in his rebellious manner, and he was clearly an enemy!

  Wesley squinted his eyes, killing intent flashed under his eyes, and directly threw the file that Levin found on his face, "See it for yourself!"

  The folder was hit **** the bridge of his nose and then slipped to the ground. Lu Zhiang's expression did not change and he bent over and picked up the files on the ground. After opening the files, he read it calmly.

  There was no panic in the whole process, as if there was no big deal on the document!

   "I'm finished."

   "Huh, what else do you have to say?" Wesley's eyes were sharp, as if he was going to cramp him.

  Lu Zhiang closed the folder, his long body stood upright, and his upright posture didn't look like Wesley at all, "There is nothing to say!"

  Nothing to say!

  Unruly and rebellious.

  Wesley thought that he would defend and beg for mercy, but never thought that he dared to reply that he had nothing to say. In the extreme of anger, his face became black, and he slapped it again. The man in front of him had messy hair. He pointed at his nose and yelled, "I give you status and Xinghao, what else do you have? Satisfaction, ah, why on earth are you going to fight against Lao Tzu! Isn't it enough that Lao Tzu gave you his life?! What are you dissatisfied with me?