Miss Drama is slightly sweet

Zhao Mingda killed Cen Tian's child, he knew that Cen Tian hated him now, and also knew that she would no longer have any affection for him.

It is already impossible to ask her to forgive him with the help of past affection, but he must not give up on her, nor let Fu Haoyi go.

However, the general situation is over, and it will be even more difficult for him and the remnants of his subordinates to make a comeback, and his desire to revenge Fu Haoyi is getting stronger and stronger, and even tortured him tossing and turning, and he can't sleep at night.

At night, Zhao Mingda lay on his back on the bed, staring at the ceiling with his eyes wide open in the darkness. The bright street lamps on the street came in through the gaps in the curtains, reflecting a vibrant spot of light on the ceiling.

He was thinking hard about how to bring down Fu Haoyi and Cen Tian.

Fu Haoyi is suspicious by nature, meticulous in his work, cautious in every detail, and combined with the intelligent and prudent Cen Tian, ​​they are an indestructible pair.

If you want to deal with two people, the most important thing is to split them up so that they can be suspicious of each other and can't trust each other, so that they can take advantage of it.

Just when Zhao Mingda was staring at the light and shadow on the ceiling, a plan suddenly flashed in his mind. Since Cen Tian can no longer be used as a breakthrough point, shouldn't he start with Fu Haoyi?

But dealing with a thoughtful person like Fu Haoming is not an easy task. He has been completely exposed to Fu Haoyi's eyes now, and the other party would like to tear him into pieces when they see him, let alone listen to him seriously.

The most urgent task is to find another person who hates Fu Haoyi but can control him very well.

But who to call?

After a night of contemplation, Zhao Mingda had a flash of inspiration. He remembered a person who hated Fu Haoyi and Cen Tian as much as he did. If he joined forces with this person, there would still be a glimmer of hope.

Thinking of this, Zhao Mingda lost all sleepiness, and immediately sat up from the bed, and gave orders immediately.

In the evening of the next day, Yang Mi finished her work and took the car keys to the underground parking garage.

It is quiet and deep here, and there are no people at this time, making it even more quiet and empty.

There is no extra light in the underground garage, only the safety indicator light emits a faint green halo, and the glass of the vehicle reflects the green light, lined up in two vertical lines, like street lights leading to hell.

A gust of dark wind blew over, pressing down extremely low, like cold little hands passing over Yang Mi's ankles, she couldn't help stamping her feet, and quickened her pace.

The stilettos knocked on the floor, spreading far in the empty parking garage, echoing one after another from time to time, Yang Mi felt an ominous premonition, stepped up her pace, and soon arrived in front of her car.

She breathed a sigh of relief, turned the car key and got in the car.

When she put away the bag on her body and raised her eyes unintentionally, she almost screamed out of fright. The scream went straight to her throat, but she couldn't cry out, her throat was blocked until her throat hurt.

From the mirror in front of her, she clearly reflected a big sullen face full of flesh in the back seat.

It was a burly strange man whom Yang Mi didn't know at all.

Immediately, Yang Mi's back felt cold, as if a piece of ice had slid from the back of her neck along the spine to the tailbone.

Before she could react, the man in the back seat suddenly rushed forward, grabbing a piece of white cloth smeared with ether

He raised his hand to cover Yang Mi's mouth and nose with lightning speed.

Yang Mi began to struggle violently, punching and kicking, but the man was sitting in the back seat, Yang Mi couldn't reach her, so she could only let the ether sweep into her nasal cavity, the more she struggled, the more effective the ether would be. more quickly.

In less than 2 minutes, Yang Mi felt her vision blurred, her consciousness gradually sank into darkness, her struggling hands and feet gradually became limp, and finally her movements became smaller and slower, and finally returned to calm.

The ether spread in Yang Mi's body and successfully stunned her.

When she woke up in a daze, she found that she was sitting on a chair, her hands were tied behind the back of the chair, her feet were tied together, and her mouth was tightly bound by a piece of black adhesive tape.

She frowned, raised her head gradually, struggled a few times feebly, and found that it was indeed tied quite firmly, so she quickly gave up.

The field of vision gradually cleared up, and Yang Mi saw her surroundings clearly.

She was in a rather luxurious room, surrounded by a group of strong men in black, and the one sitting in front of her was Zhao Mingda.

Seeing that she was awake, Zhao Mingda lifted his chin to one of his subordinates, who understood, and went forward to help Yang Mi tear off the tape on her mouth.

"Miss Yang, you're awake," Zhao Mingda said with a smile all over his face, "I have something to ask, so I asked someone to invite Miss Yang here, and my subordinates are a bit reckless, please don't take offense from Miss Yang."

Yang Mi became more conscious, and sneered after hearing his hypocritical words, "Mr. Zhao, you don't have to be so polite, you have tied me here, so why apologize? Is this the way you ask people to do things? "

Zhao Mingda was not in a hurry or annoyed when he heard the words, and smiled all over his face, "Isn't it because I am afraid that Ms. Yang will not cooperate, so the method is more straightforward."

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand to another subordinate beside him, and that subordinate came forward to help Yang Mi untie her.

Yang Mi rubbed her painfully tied wrist, and said straight to the point: "Mr. Zhao, no matter what your purpose of tying me up today is, what you want to do or what kind of help you want from me, I won't help you. The two of us It's not over yet."

Zhao Mingda grinned when he heard the words, his eyes were full of viciousness, "Miss Yang is right, Zhao did something wrong, but there is a reason for it, and I can't blame me alone. "

"There is a reason?" Yang Mi sneered and repeated his words again, "Mr. Zhao does everything for a reason, and he doesn't care whether he lives or dies after he has used others up. Yifan is still in prison because of you! You Tortured him, killed him, and still want me to help you? Go ahead and make your dream come true!"

After finishing speaking, she stood up angrily and wanted to open the door to go out, but was pushed back into the chair by several men in black around her.

How can Yang Mi's strength compare to a few burly men?

So after struggling in vain for a while, she had no choice but to sit back on the chair peacefully and glared viciously at Zhao Mingda who was still smiling.

"Miss Yang, don't get excited," Zhao Mingda said with a smile, seeming to enjoy seeing Yang Mi angry and unable to resist, "I haven't said what the cooperation project is, why are you leaving in such a hurry?"

Yang Mi turned a deaf ear to his words, "I don't care what you want to cooperate with, I won't help you, you owe me and you haven't paid it back, so why should I help you?"

Zhao Mingda suppressed his smile after hearing this, and sighed silently, but there was no sign of regret at all. He ignored Yang Mi whose eyes were about to burst into flames with anger, and instead dragged a coffee table and leisurely brewed a pot of water. Waiting for Pu-erh tea.

Immediately after the tea was brewed with water, it permeated the room. With a faint fragrance, it floated into Yang Mi's nose, diluting the remaining medicinal properties of ether. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, ,