The female president's mad dragon bodyguard

"Look at you girl, what are you doing in such a hurry?"

Qin Hongmian deliberately held Gao Mingyu's appetite and refused to explain it. Gao Mingyu was so frightened that she really thought that she had made a fool of herself in public.

"oops!"

Gao Mingyu shook Qin Hongmian's arm anxiously, seeing that she was about to cry, Qin Hongmian patted Gao Mingyu's head with a smile.

"I'm teasing you, you were so drunk last night, what can you do?"

Gao Mingyu breathed a sigh of relief, and patted his chest with lingering fear.

Unexpectedly, before she could recover, Qin Hongmian released another blockbuster.

"You saw Yuwei yesterday."

Lin Yuwei?Gao Mingyu stared at Qin Hongmian dumbfounded, she couldn't remember when she met Lin Yuwei face to face.

Could it be that he drank too much and then did something outrageous in front of Lin Yuwei?

If this is the case, it would be too shameful.

"Sister Hongmian, don't tease me, I don't remember it at all."

She was so drowsy that she still remembered that she had met Lin Yuwei.

"What? Seeing how out of your mind you are, do you think you two have any deep hatred?"

Qin Hongmian's inadvertent words made Gao Mingyu frowned, the deep hatred would not be enough, but listening to what she said yesterday did make Lin Yuwei see her own jokes.

"Ming Yu, don't be too scared, it's just that you lost your temper after drinking. I'm more curious about whether you have any festivals before."

Gao Mingyu pouted.

"What else can I complain about? It's just that the few words I said when I was looking for Ye Lengfeng's help made Lin Yuwei feel uncomfortable."

At that time, she didn't have any dirty thoughts about Ye Lengfeng at all, and she said those words just to let Ye Lengfeng help her.

"It's normal, Leng Feng is also Yuwei's husband after all, so don't think too much about it."

Gao Mingyu nodded dejectedly.

Seeing another large amount of money into his bank card, Zhang Heming sat on the chair and loosened his tie comfortably.

It seems that doing this business still requires talent, and he is really handy in doing it.

At this time, an inappropriate voice came over.

"When are you going to clean up the cold storage in the backyard? If you really do those shady things, go out and rent a house by yourself, so that I won't be terrified every time the police come to investigate."

When Zhang Heqing's angry voice came over, Zhang Heming frowned, and the bloodlust flashed in his eyes.

Hearing Zhang Heqing's voice, he felt a little irritable.

"Why, do you think I didn't give you the rent of the house?"

Zhang Heming sneered, slowly took out a wad of money from the drawer, and threw it in Zhang Heqing's face.

"Is this enough? I just rented your cold storage."

Zhang Heming smiled wildly and contemptuously, and said again: "The money I gave you is enough for your clubhouse's one-month turnover, so stop messing with me here. If it wasn't for me not finding a suitable house, you Think I'd like to stay here?"

Zhang Heqing was speechless looking at this younger brother who he once wanted to promote.

"Zhang Heming, don't go too far. For the sake of us being brothers, let me give you a piece of advice. You must not keep doing this kind of thing. Stop it."

Close hand?He is jealous of how much money he makes, and wants to return to the days when he had no income and was dependent on others.

He is really his good brother.

"I've made money, shouldn't you be happy for me? Don't care how the money came from, at least I'm a dignified person now, and I don't need to live here watching your face."

After all, Zhang Heming slowly wiped the bloody smell from his hands, and smiled harmlessly.

"You said you live by looking at my face, do you know that we are brothers, and what have I done to you to make you hate me so much?"

Zhang Heqing's questioning now sounds pale and feeble, with a strong hint of exhaustion in his voice.

Until now, he couldn't believe it.

Why did Zhang Heming hate himself so much?

"Why don't you know why yourself? Relying on your high education to belittle me unscrupulously, this is what my good brother can do."

Zhang Heming smiled self-deprecatingly, and then said: "But now I feel pretty good, I just proved to you that I can live well without you."

Zhang Heqing finally couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted hoarsely: "Li Jizhong only considers you his dog. If the matter is revealed, you will be the first to go to jail."

Zhang Heming shook his head nonchalantly.

"There's no need for you to cry like a cat and pretend to be merciful. It doesn't matter to you whether the matter is revealed or not."

Zhang Heqing frowned and glanced at this younger brother who was related to him by blood. It seemed that he was about to embark on this road of no return from now on.

"We are brothers after all..."

"It's useless to say something like a brother, why don't you go to brother Jizhong to help me avenge me? Seeing me being humiliated by a stinky security guard but not responding is something my own brother can do .”

Zhang Heming still sneered at Zhang Heqing's words, he spit, and looked at Zhang Heqing indifferently.

"So don't be hypocritical with me here. I'm not stupid. When the time comes, Ye Lengfeng, you, and those four female college students, I will not let them go. I will let them try to live but not die. The taste of not being able to."

After killing several people in succession, Zhang Heming could also know from the reaction of the tramp over there which place would hurt the most.

He already has a vicious and crazy plan, and anyone who has caused him setbacks will taste his revenge.

"You are crazy!"

Zhang Heqing took a step back, not knowing what he hit on the ground.

"So you are not qualified to control me. If you continue to point and point at me, I don't mind giving you a good time."

Li Jizhong will not give up on himself easily now, after all, it is enough for one person to know such a big secret.

Zhang Heming looked like he was sure of winning, and laughed wildly.

"At that time, I'll earn enough money, and your clubhouse should be closed as soon as possible."

He impatiently pushed Zhang Heqing out who still wanted to say something.

It was really noisy, and he knew that it was the weasel who wished the chicken a new year, and he had no good intentions.

He said he was worried about himself, but in fact he just didn't want to let himself earn money, that's all.

Zhang Heming picked up his phone and glanced at the balance in the card, then leaned on the sofa and smiled contentedly.