The dark world in the West is undercurrent, with wind and clouds surging, and the capital is no exception.

"Cruff..."

With a rapid brake sound, a Mercedes-Benz taxi stopped in front of the Jiutou KTV gate, and a graceful figure opened the door and walked out of the car.

She had short hair and was tall, wearing a white V-neck shirt that exposed a bottomless gully and towering snow-white. She wore a short West Bomian skirt on her lower body, and her beautiful legs were wrapped in flesh-colored stockings. She looked like a top young woman with black high heels and temperament.

She is Liu Mei, a reporter who deliberately provoked Lan Feng to try to disrupt the situation at the Weiyan Film press conference during the day.

I have to admit that makeup and dressing are indeed an artistic job. Liu Mei, who was originally of medium appearance, became a top-notch young woman after makeup.

After getting off the taxi, Liu Mei did not stop at all and walked towards Jiutou KTV.

"What's this dead woman doing in KTV?"

Just as Liu Mei disappeared at the entrance of Jiutou KTV, a black figure quietly appeared. Looking at the direction where Liu Mei disappeared, she frowned slightly, took out a large front door cigarette from her pocket, took a lighter and lit the cigarette, took a hard breath, then followed her and disappeared into the night.

...

When she walked into KTV, Liu Mei did not stop in the hall, but directly found the relevant staff and said some words. She was taken outside a luxurious private room by the staff.

Looking at the closed door of the private room and smiling at the bodyguard guarding outside the private room, Liu Mei hesitated for a moment, stretched out her jade hand and gently knocked on the private room door.

"Come in."

After a moment, a faint voice came from the private room.

Hearing the sound from the private room, Liu Mei took a deep breath, then pushed open the door and walked in.

The decoration of the private room is extremely luxurious and comfortable. The surrounding walls are made of pure crystal. Combined with the lighting effect in the private room, it gives people an extremely comfortable and relaxing feeling.

A man in a black suit was holding a cup of 1982 Rafi in his hand, sitting gracefully on the sofa, looking at Liu Mei who was pushing the door open, and a faint smile appeared on the man's face.

"Mr. Song, I've kept you waiting for a long time."

Looking at the man sitting on the sofa, Liu Mei quickly walked up, bent down slightly, and a respectful voice came from her mouth.

Liu Mei's shirt was originally a low-cut V-neck, and with her bent over, a bottomless gully and a large piece of snow-white tender flesh appeared in the man's sight, making his eyes lit up, and a faint voice came from his mouth: "Sit."

"Thank you, Mr. Song."

Liu Mei nodded, smiled slightly, and sat down next to Mr. Song, then picked up the Lafite placed on the coffee table. A crisp sound came from her mouth: "Come on, Mr. Song, I'll pour you wine."

As Liu Mei finished speaking, she took Lafite and carefully poured wine for Mr. Song. Because the two were very close, Mr. Song could clearly see the snow-white tender flesh and purple bra on Liu Mei's chest. His eyes moved slightly and fell on Liu Mei's legs. He could vaguely see the purple underwear that was covered by a short skirt and the base of the flesh-colored stockings.

It’s not that Young Master Song is lustful, but that he is a man’s instinctive reaction, and he has always had a great interest in mature women.

If you are so interested in mature women in the entire capital and have the surname Song, then only Song Wenjun is the only one.

"good."

Song Wenjun took a sip of Lafite gently, and a faint voice came from his mouth. I don’t know if this guy is talking about whether the wine is good or Liu Mei has a good figure.

"I wonder what instructions did Mr. Song asks Liu Mei to come?"

Liu Mei gently stroked her hair, and a tender voice came from her mouth.

Although he knew the huge gap between his identity and Song Wenjun's identity, Liu Mei still had a feeling of being able to communicate with Song Wenjun in a deeper sense.

After all, both Song Wenjun's appearance and figure are all selected from thousands of people, so good that he is also a core member of the Song family, and the famous young master in the capital.

"I watched the video of Weiyan Film's press conference, and your performance is pretty good."

Song Wenjun smiled slightly, stretched out his palm and hugged Liu Mei's shoulders without hesitation, and then pulled her over: "Although I don't know who instructed you to ask that question at that time,... I have a deal to do with you."

As Song Wenjun's words fell, he stretched out his right hand and placed the black handbag on the sofa beside him on the table, and put his mouth close to Liu Mei's ear: "The two million in it is prepared for you."

"How could Liu Mei win the favor of Young Master Song? I don't know where Liu Mei can help Young Master Song. The little woman is willing to work hard for Young Master Song."

Liu Mei did not look at the black handbag on the table, but smiled charmingly, stretched out her snow-white jade hand and wandered on Song Wenjun's chest, and finally placed it under Song Wenjun's lower abdomen.

"Bang..."

However, in a moment, the crisp slap suddenly echoed in the private room.

Liu Mei's snow-white face, which had been wiped with pink, turned red here, and a slap mark appeared quietly.

"Mr. Song, you..."

Liu Mei covered her face with one hand and looked at Song Wenjun who was standing up with aggrieved look on her face.

She never thought that Song Wenjun, who was extremely gentle and understanding before, would suddenly become so violent.

"I'm not a casual person."

Song Wenjun stood up and looked down at Liu Mei who was covering her face, with a cold and ruthless voice coming from her mouth.

"This bag contains two million cash and a document about Lan Feng's nationality being cancelled. I want you to sort it out and publish it to me in the China Daily and the Internet."

"But... Master Song, why did you choose me?" Liu Mei asked with confusion.

"I said that because of your performance at the Weiyan Film press conference, and... don't you want to take revenge?" Song Wenjun showed an extremely evil smile on his face: "I guess I feel bad when I was thrown out like garbage in front of so many people, right?"

"Mr. Song, I know what to do."

Listening to Song Wenjun's words, Liu Mei took a deep breath and nodded solemnly.

"So...got bye."

After the words fell, Song Wenjun didn't even look at Liu Mei again, and then walked out of the room.

"Bang……"

Just as Song Wenjun walked to the door of the box, his face suddenly changed, and his body quickly took two steps back with lightning.

The next moment, a crisp sound rang out, and the closed door of the private room was kicked open rudely. A man wearing a black ck costume appeared in Song Wenjun's sight with a large front door cigarette in his mouth.

"thump……"

The two bodyguards standing outside the door fell weakly on the ground.

"Who are you?"

Looking at the man who suddenly broke in, Song Wenjun's face was cold, and a cold voice came from his mouth.

"I'll tell me, you boy don't know me? Are you wrong?"

Seeing that the other party didn't know him, the man looked surprised and the master's demeanor when he appeared was gone. He took a sip of cigarettes hard, and then threw the cigarette butts casually to the side. The cigarette butt was in the trash can in the corner of the box that was accurately and speechlessly under the gaze of Song Wenjun.

This scene made Song Wenjun frown. This guy is a master.

Wang Xiaoshuai slowly spit out smoke rings from his mouth, and a quiet and unyielding voice came from his mouth: "Boy, do you know who the world's number one handsome is? Yes, I am. I know who I am? I am the world's number one handsome... Who is the world's number one handsome? It's me..."

"I've pretended to be in front of your grandfather, I'm so kind."

Hearing Wang Xiaoshuai's words, when he saw his despising world, a cold voice came from Song Wenjun's mouth.

The next moment, Song Wenjun clenched his right hand into a fist and smashed Wang Xiaoshuai with a powerful force, as fast as the wind.

Just now, Wang Xiaoshuai casually threw the cigarette butt into the trash can without error, which made Song Wenjun see his extraordinary strength, so Song Wenjun used seven levels of power with this move.

“Woo woo…”

The fist was cold and the majestic force made the air whimper.

"Although I don't like to be bullied with the little shrimp,... I don't like to be bullied by a little shrimp. So... boy, you're in a tragedy."

Looking at Song Wenjun's quick punch, Wang Xiaoshuai said with an unhappy look on his face.

The moment his fist was about to fall on his face, Wang Xiaoshuai moved.

His right hand poked out like lightning, and grabbed his fist in Song Wenjun's shocked gaze.

"Break it for me."

The attack was blocked, and Song Wenjun let out a low shout, his right arm joint trembled strangely, and even more violent force burst out from his arm.

Joint fighting skills final skill-Kunlun Po.

"Dingdeng..."

Such a powerful force suddenly burst out from Song Wenjun's fist, which shocked Wang Xiaoshuai. He was so shocked by this force that he retreated several steps in a row and retreated directly to the corridor outside the box.

"Boy, you have a good strength. Unfortunately... it's still more than a little worse than the old man."

His eyes were calmly staring at Song Wenjun in front of him. Wang Xiaoshuai, who was clenching Song Wenjun's fist, held his fist with his right hand. His right arm seemed to shake suddenly, and a wave of overwhelming force burst out.

He was popular among thousands of girls, fascinated by thousands of young women, and moved by thousands of mature women. Wang Xiaoshuai's first world-class shoulder-stop.

"Bang!"

The next moment, Song Wenjun felt that he was lifted up by a huge force, and his whole body was thrown away directly, and his back hit the hard floor.

"Puff..."

A mouthful of bright red blood sprayed out of Song Wenjun's mouth.

"Is it fun?"

Before he could react, Wang Xiaoshuai's feet steadily stepped on Song Wenjun's chest, and a playful voice came from his mouth.

"Ahem...boy, do you know the consequences of going against me?" Unwilling eyes looked at Wang Xiaoshuai, and a resentful voice came from Song Wenjun's mouth.

Although he overestimated Wang Xiaoshuai's strength in his heart, he never expected that this guy's skills would be so powerful.
To be continued...