After the all-powerful secretary resigned, the aloof CEO fainted from tears

Laos, private villa.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, the man turned his back to everyone.

Under the light, his slender figure looked lonely and lonely.

He picked up a cigarette and put it to his lips. The faint blue flame of the lighter shone on his face, outlining an almost perfect profile.

Shen Zhixun looked at the sinking sun, feeling complicated and unable to calm down.

In the living room, Su Nanxing walked around angrily.

"What the hell, where did you go! Where did you go! Why can't you find it!"

Su Nanxing angrily knocked the vase on the shelf to the ground. With a "bang", the fragments exploded and scratched his hand.

The bright red blood dripped down drop by drop, and soon it was all over the floor, which was shocking.

"Master!"

Lu Yuan saw that he was injured, so he rushed over and called for a doctor.

"Su Nanxing, calm down."

Mo Ran was worried and begged Wang Chao to take him to Laos.

She thought she would hear good news, but what she heard was that they found nothing.

No one knows where Mo Ran is now.

"I am fine."

Su Nanxing's thin lips pursed tightly, and her eyes were filled with guilt.

He sat on the sofa and let Lu Yuan bandage the wound on his hand.

"So what exactly do we do now?"

Wang Chao glanced at Shen Zhixun by the window, and then at Su Nanxing.

"What are you going to do?"

"Wen Yu is not an ordinary person."

Another man on the sofa spoke, and everyone noticed him.

The man's name is Xu Ling, a Chinese and a friend of Shen Zhixun. This villa belongs to him.

He has some status in the local area, and he also knows some about those dark things.

I also know a little bit about Wen Yu.

"Mr. Xu, is there any way you can help us find Mo Ran."

Chao Chao was still calm at the moment. He could tell that this man should have a solution.

Neither Shen Zhixun nor Su Nanxing were calm at the moment, he should help.

"I only know that Wen Yu has a factory here. As for where the factory is, no one knows."

Xu Ling frowned and analyzed rationally, "This is his home base. With just a few of us, it is difficult to find him. As far as I know, he almost never has contact with outsiders. He has many people under him. Everyone has his or her own responsibility, and Wen Yu has always been behind the scenes."

"Since he is trafficking in people, someone should come forward to negotiate business on his behalf."

Wang Chao narrowed his narrow eyes and stared at Xu Ling, "Can you think of a way to find this person?"

"That's possible."

Xu Ling nodded, and after thinking for a while, he said, "I heard that his top leader is a woman, and her surname seems to be Su."

"Su?"

Su Nanxing waved his hand and told Lu Yuan not to worry about him.

"They must have brought a group of people with them when they came to Laos this time." Chao Chao looked at Xu Ling, "Mr. Xu, you have been here for so many years, you should know where to collect such poor trafficked people."

"I know a few, but not necessarily -"

"As long as there is a chance, I will never give up."

The man in front of the window raised his feet and walked towards them slowly.

Shen Zhixun smelled strongly of cigarettes, but after a while, he had smoked several cigarettes.

This was the first time for Ling He and Chao Chao to see Shen Zhixun like this. It seemed that Mo Ran really held an important position in his heart.

"Okay, I'll write down all the locations right away. Tomorrow, I'll accompany you to look for them one by one."

Xu Ling looked at the time and said, "Okay, everyone has been busy all day. We are all hungry and tired. Let's have dinner early and rest early after eating."

"I'm not hungry, you eat."

Su Nanxing replied, then walked out of the house.

"I have no appetite either."

Daizhen's eyes were red, she was really afraid that something would happen to Mo Ran.

Thinking about how Mo Ran was suffering now, tears started to fall down.

Chao Chao couldn't say any words of comfort and could only hold her in his arms.

To be honest, I have never seen her cry before, and she cried so hard this time.

"Hey--"

Xu Ling sighed, sent someone to take care of it, and then returned to his room.

As night fell, Mo Ran, Wen Yu and others sat at the dining table to eat.

In fact, it was just them and Wen Nuan, three people.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but when Mo Ran was eating, he could always hear someone screaming for help.

She looked up to see the reaction of the two people in front of her, but she saw them eating slowly and not seeming to hear anything.

Mo Ran thought about it, someone was shouting in Nuan Nuan's so-called factory.

Human purgatory.

These four words suddenly appeared in Mo Ran's mind. She had no appetite at all for the delicacies in front of her.

"What's wrong? The food cooked by the chef doesn't suit your taste?"

Wen Yu saw her put down her bowls and chopsticks and spoke coolly.

"Maybe I'm not used to it."

"Call the chef to come up."

With Mo Ran's simple words, Wen Yu sent someone to call the chef over.

As soon as the chef saw Wen Yu, he immediately knelt down and lay on the ground shivering, "Mr. Wen--Mr. Wen, what are your orders?"

“Which hand did you cook with tonight?”

He wiped his mouth, turned around, crossed his legs, and spoke lightly.

"R-right hand."

The chef was very afraid of Wen Yu and was shaking even when he spoke.

Mo Ran realized something was wrong, and before she could speak, Wen Yu had already said: "Cut it!"

"No! Mr. Wen, I beg you, give me another chance!"

"Wen Yu!"

She didn't expect him to be so scary, so Mo Ran quickly stood in front of the chef.

"Are you crazy? Just because I can't eat, you want to chop off his hand!"

"What? Do you have any objections?" The man's cold and shallow voice slowly sounded, "Since you don't like the food he cooked, then chop it up, otherwise what's the use of keeping it?"

"This is not ancient times, and you are not the emperor. Why do you do this?"

Mo Ran stared at him, his whole body shaking with anger.

"Why do you say I am?"

Wen Yu sneered, "That's it, no one can control me!"

"you--"

"Sister Mo Ran, let's eat."

Wen Nuan was afraid that Mo Ran would anger Wen Yu, so he quickly pulled her back to the chair.

"Brother, Sister Mo Ran will eat well. Please let this chef go. I'm used to the food he cooks. I won't be used to another one."

Wen Yu didn't speak, but just focused his attention on Mo Ran.

"I eat."

Mo Ran bit his lip, fear rising in his heart.

She lowered her head and stuffed the food into her mouth hard even though she couldn't eat it at all.

"That's good."

Wen Yu smiled, that smile was like Satan from hell.

"Ayo, why don't you wait for me and start eating?"

At this time, Su Hong came back.

She twisted her slender waist, walked over and pressed against Wen Yu's body.

"Business didn't go well today, so I brought a few back."

Su Hong lay next to Wen Yu and spoke, her voice neither loud nor quiet, but Mo Ran could hear her clearly, "The one named Luo Min is too old and no one wants her."