After listening to Zhang Xingyu's words, Yan Shiwen suddenly fell into silence.

Zhang Xingyu frowned and urged: "Girl, can we just hold on to it?"

"I...I can't do it." Yan Shiwen shook her head sarcastically, and retreated while talking.

"Fuck, just treat it as your target, he was fucked by someone. Now he is not Wang Lang, but a big bastard who has a grudge against you to kill his husband." Zhang Xingyu held his fat face and grabbed Yan Shiwen's arm, and kept pushing: "Don't think too much, just scratch his face and it's over."

"No, I really can't do it..." Yan Shiwen struggled out of Zhang Xingyu's arm as if she was electrocuted.

"What a slap thing." Zhang Xingyu slapped his forehead speechlessly, then twisted his body, raised his legs and kicked my wheelchair with a "bang", which shocked me so much that I almost fell from the wheelchair. At the same time, he shouted: "What are you doing in Shiwen? Can you say something well? This matter really has nothing to do with Langlang, please let go of your hand quickly."

While muttering, Zhang Xingyu ran to the desk, overturned all the documents and ornaments on the desktop "huh" and turned his head to lower his voice to Yan Shiwen: "Cry, shout, scold Wang Lang loudly..."

"I..." Yan Shiwen stuttered and grew up with her mouth.

Zhang Xingyu raised his leg and kicked him hard on the desk again, moved his fat body and ran back, and walked to Yan Shiwen's face with a very small voice: "Think about it, your partner may be burping and hiding immediately. No one cares about you anymore, and you are about to become that ugly duckling that no one cares about."

When Yan Shiwen heard Zhang Xingyu mention her partner, she was immediately motivated, her eyes turned red immediately, and the corners of her mouth couldn't stop trembling: "Xiao Zhao..."

"Yes, if the sound is louder, your partner will soon be cold." Zhang Xingyu waved his arms like a conductor and continued to stimulate Yan Shiwen: "Wang Lang, who has always regarded as his biological brother, is the culprit, and he just doesn't want you to be happy."

"Woo..." Yan Shiwen burst into tears.

"Don't stand there either, just say a few words quickly." Zhang Xingyu turned his head and muttered to me: "Arguing, can you explain?"

"Uh..." I hesitated for a moment and immediately raised my tone: "Shi Wen, things are not what you think, Zhao Xiang's affairs really have nothing to do with me."

"Run open the door and run out. Remember what I said, no matter who calls you, don't answer." Zhang Xingyu turned around and pushed Yan Shiwen.

After less than two seconds, Yan Shiwen slammed the door and left with tears on her face.

After confirming that Yan Shiwen had run downstairs, Zhang Xingyu seemed anxious, but in fact he was slowly driving him out and shouting: "Hey, Shiwen... don't be impulsive."

Probably, when he heard the shouts, the two security guards hurried out and asked: "Mr. Zhang, what's wrong?"

"Hurry up, hurry downstairs and see Mr. Yan." Zhang Xingyu commanded with a blushing face.

After the security guard left, Zhang Xingyu turned back to the house, looked up and down at me a few times, raised his hand and grabbed my face, and then violently pulled my shirt open.

I touched my hot cheeks, frowned and whispered: "Fuck, what are you doing?"

"It's still not very realistic." Zhang Xingyu seemed to have never heard me talking, and turned around me twice, ran to the desk, took out a bottle of red ink, dipped his fingers in ink, rubbed them into my lower abdomen twice, and muttered a few more words like a mental illness, then took out his cell phone and said, "Hey, Brother Sheng, you drive back to the hotel, Langlang's wound has collapsed again, hurry up and take us to the hospital."

I asked impatiently: "No, what are you going to do?"

Zhang Xingyu touched the bridge of his nose and smiled bitterly: "The mantis stalks the cicada and the oriole is behind him. The other party thought we were a cicada. I'll tell him with the action that we are a bird."

Because the dog's fingers were covered with red ink, he instantly blushed when he touched himself, and his posture seemed to be even more miserable than me.

After saying that, Zhang Xingyu took out his cell phone and dialed a number: "Are you near the hotel?"

"I'm here." Xie Tianlong's voice suddenly came from the phone.

"Did you see Yan Shiwen running out?" Zhang Xingyu blew his breath with his cheeks.

Xie Tianlong was stunned and replied: "I saw it, do you need to follow her mother?"

Zhang Xingyu rolled his eyes and said, "What kind of thing do you do with her? It's hard to change and you can't avenge you. Your IQ is suitable for transplanting rice. I said, listen, someone should follow Yan Shiwen. You are responsible for keeping a close eye on the person or group of people who followed Yan Shiwen."

"No..." Xie Tianlong said in confusion: "Yan Shiwen is almost running out of the street, and I haven't seen anyone follow her."

Zhang Xingyu stared at the beard like Xun's son: "Nonsense, I'm still near the hotel now. You feel that the other party is not stupid and will show up immediately. Listen to me, and it's OK. From now on, you stare at Yan Shiwen without blinking. Someone will follow her. After discovering someone, don't act rashly and call me as soon as possible. If there is no surprise, you can get some interest today."

"Okay, I understand." Xie Tianlong responded and hung up his phone.

After standing still quietly with his cell phone on his back for more than ten seconds, Zhang Xingyu took a deep breath and said, "The bait has been sprinkled out. How big the fish can be caught depends on our luck."

I asked him in confusion: "How do you know that the other party will definitely send someone to follow the poems and essays?"

"I guess it." Zhang Xingyu shrugged and said, "The other party's purpose is not only to want to blame, but the most important thing is to provoke others. There is no chance to provoke others. Only Yan Shiwen is a weakness. It is a long way to say it to us, and it is far away. Now the provocation plan has basically been successful. If they don't send someone to talk to Yan Shiwen, it would be a waste of effort."

I sincerely praised: "Your reaction speed... is really a computer-based one."

"I used to be the general manager of this matter." Zhang Xingyu raised his head and looked at the ceiling and chuckled: "No matter how fast the knife is, it is not as fast as the blade of civil strife. But to be honest, our opponent does have a set of things, and the positioning is very accurate. Yan Shiwen was determined immediately. This girl belongs to the marginal figure of our family, but she can meet you without any effort. In addition, she still has time. If she is brainwashed by the opponent, it will be easy to kill you as if you are pinched a chicken."

I gasped and said, "Because of this, Shiwen won't turn against me, right?"

"Brother Lang, you don't understand the hearts of people, and you don't understand the power of hatred. Take Xie Tianlong as an example. Is this kid fierce? He beats two or five back and forth with one hand and doesn't have the same meaning, but why do you still have to rely on us, the gangster he looks down on the most? Because he wants to take revenge, and in the process of revenge, all other emotions are decorations." Zhang Xingyu chuckled with a romance.

I don’t know if he was too excited or if the ink on his face was not dry, and two drops of blood-red water stains fell on my forehead.

"Fuck, take it easy." I rubbed my forehead. Before I finished speaking, I saw Zhang Xingyu's nose bleeding like a gushing, and blood dripping down the corner of his mouth on my face.

I pointed at his nose in shock: "Why are you..."

Zhang Xingyu touched it casually, then immediately raised his head, grabbed toilet paper from the desk and kneaded it into two balls and stuffed it into his nostrils, and then grinned at me: "Damn it, it's too hot. Two little girls warm the bed at night. Don't always look like you make a fuss?"

"Fat, tell me the truth..." I swallowed and looked at him seriously.

"By the way, Xie Tianlong can only help us keep an eye on others. We have to do the things we do." Zhang Xingyu glanced at me with a flash of eyes and changed the topic directly: "I'll give Jiashun a call."

"Cruff..."

At the same time, the office door was pushed open from outside, and Liu Bosheng rushed in with a nervous look on his face: "What's going on..."

When he saw Zhang Xingyu and I look miserable, his brows immediately frowned: "What's the matter? Who has cut you two?"

Zhang Xingyu stuffed two balls of toilet paper in his nostrils into it again, and lowered his voice and explained: "Brother Sheng, call more security guards to come in and raise Lang Lang. The bigger the situation, the better, but don't go to the front door. Anyway, as long as you give people a feeling of Lang Lang being injured again, but you don't want people to know, it's OK. Some people hope that Lang Lang has no time to clone now, so we will follow the other person's wishes. I will go to the hospital to join you after calling. Don't compete with me today. I want to play a guest role as an Oscar director..."
Chapter completed!