Sweet spoiled wife: Mr. Fu spoiled his wife too much

The manager smiled politely at the staff, and was angry in his heart. Hearing this, he turned his head and looked at Shao Yuxing, who was in his clothes loosely, with a restrained smile and a serious face.

"Has Mr. Shao misunderstood something? When I got you a VIP card, it clearly stated that our club only provides regular services, and we can't do any illegal things in the box."

"You brought so many women in the box to do this kind of thing last night, are you deliberately trying to frame our club?"

"The staff are all here, you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately!"

Shao Yuxing's face was gloomy, the headache was not relieved at all but became more painful, and the wrist bone of his right hand was even more painful.

He stared at the manager coldly, his voice as cold as frost.

"I remember that there is surveillance at the gate."

The manager nodded, looked at the staff on the side, and asked with a smile: "Yes, yes, there is a surveillance camera at the gate, do you need to watch the surveillance? Those women are really not the staff of our club, they must have been brought by Mr. Shao himself. It’s coming, maybe you can see it by watching the surveillance.”

"can."

The staff nodded in response, and coldly ordered the others to take the woman in the house to the car first.

Shao Yuxing looked back at the messy wine bottles and fruit bowls in the room, a cold light flashed across his black eyes, and said coolly: "Please check whether the wine bottles and fruit bowls are mixed with medicine, I don't have any memory of last night , there is reason to suspect that someone designed to frame me."

"How could there be medicine?!"

Hearing this, the manager blurted out without thinking: "After drinking so much wine, it's normal for the pieces to be broken. Our wine and fruit are all purchased through the formal procurement process, and there are invoices."

His voice was raised a lot, and it was very loud in the corridor.

The staff frowned and scolded in a cold voice: "What are you arguing about!"

The manager was taken aback by the yelling, coughed twice, and said with a dry smile: "Please understand, drinks and fruits are the main products sold in our club, and people should not be slandered for nothing."

The staff glanced at him lightly, ordered the others to take samples, and looked at the manager expressionlessly.

"Where is the monitoring room?"

The monitoring room is on the first floor of the basement. On the way to the monitoring room, I bumped into many guests who were about to leave. The staff were all taken aback when they saw them, and they looked at the disheveled Shao Yuxing inquisitively.

They looked back and forth between his dislocated wrist bones and his chest covered with scars, and many people even secretly took pictures and videos.

Before a few people walked into the monitoring room, the rumor that Shao Yuxing played in Kaidan until the staff came to investigate spread all over the circle of friends.

The surveillance records are very clear. In the early hours of the morning, a black RV stopped at the entrance of the club. The door opened. Several women helped Shao Yuxing get out of the car and entered the hall all the way.

Shao Yuxing leaned his head on one of the women's shoulders, and couldn't see the expression on her face, but judging from the woman's shy appearance, it looked like Shao Yuxing was kissing her.

Seeing the video, the manager was completely relieved, and looked at the staff with a smile.

"I'm right, those women are really not from our club, they were brought by the guests themselves, you have to be clear about it."

Shao Yuxing stared sullenly at the black Bentley in the lower left corner of the screen, his black eyes were as cold as poison.

If he remembered correctly, that car should belong to Tao Yan, Mr. Fu's special assistant.

His car hit Tao Yan's car last night, and Ye Siyu overtook him, and after Ye Siyu took Gu Xiaoman away, he was broken right after.

If it is said that there is no Mr. Fu's handwriting, ghosts may not believe it!
Mr. Fu was indeed a good means. He accidentally injured Xiaoman's wrist, and Mr. Fu dislocated his wrist bone.

Xiaoman was stunned, and he woke up in the box of Kaidan Club.

Really, good means!

"Crack!"

There was a cold metal touch on his wrist, Shao Yuxing looked down, and saw the silver handcuffs on his wrist.

"You are suspected of illegal transactions, please cooperate with the investigation."

After the staff finished speaking expressionlessly, they grabbed Shao Yuxing's arm and walked out.

"and many more."

The manager quickly stopped him, took off his coat and covered Shao Yuxing's handcuffed hands, admonishing him with regret.

"Mr. Shao, please don't do this kind of thing again in the future. The word spread is so ugly. Now it's a harmonious society. No matter how big the company is, it must abide by the law."

Shao Yuxing raised his eyes and stared at him coldly, his eyes were gloomy like a ghost crawling out of hell, and it took a long time for the cold syllables to roll out of his throat.

"I don't know, what kind of thing have I done?"

After that, he turned around and strode out of the monitoring room.

The manager's expression was calm, and he told the people in the monitoring room to keep the monitoring in case of later needs, and then followed him out.

As soon as they walked into the hall, a group of reporters immediately surrounded them, and the cameras took a sharp shot of Shao Yuxing.

"Mr. Shao, I heard that you are conducting illegal transactions in the club. May I ask if there is something hidden in it?"

"Mr. Shao, your temperament has changed a lot now. Is it because of the emotional injury you suffered before?"

"Mr. Shao, why are you wearing a coat?"

The reporters' questions became sharper and sharper, and the microphone wanted to hit Shao Yuxing's face.

Seeing that things were getting worse and worse, the manager hurriedly called the security guard over.

"Whoever asked you to come, go out, don't affect your work."

The reporter took the opportunity to put the microphone on the manager's mouth, "Is there any illegal transactions in the club?"

The manager's face turned black with anger at this question, and he said righteously: "Don't talk nonsense! We are a serious club, we resolutely put an end to illegal transactions that are not allowed by the law, and we are very active in paying taxes."

"Okay, stop asking, get out of the way quickly, don't disturb work."

The reporters refused to let go, and took the microphone to ask Shao Yuxing again.

While everyone was pushing and shoving, someone pulled the clothes in Shao Yuxing's hands, and the coat fell to the ground, revealing the dislocated wrist bones and the eye-catching silver handcuffs on the wrists.

The reporters' eyes lit up, frantically pressing the shutter against the handcuffs.

In the past 20 years, Shao Yuxing has never been as humiliated as he is now.

Anger and humiliation continued to ferment in his heart. He clenched his hands tightly, his nails piercing deeply into his palm, and the pain in his wrist was less than one ten-thousandth of the humiliation he suffered.

The staff quickly picked up the coat and put it on his hands again, and gave the reporters a cold look.

The reporters had already captured the most exciting scenes, and they stopped blocking the road, allowing the staff to take Shao Yuxing into the car.

The reporters kept chasing the car for a while, until the car disappeared and scattered in all directions. They quickly contacted the company to publish the article, and they must be the first to release it.

The club hall became quiet again, and the manager took out his mobile phone and made a call.