The top academic boss dresses as the villain Green Tea

In the strong festive atmosphere, everyone's faces were filled with joy, except of course some people.

"Jing Song, believe me! It was really not me who leaked the information about you, it was Shen Xingge's manager! She was controlling everything behind the scenes!"

"He Lingling, do you think I will believe your lies?" Wu Jingsong clamped the woman's chin. The issue of sexual orientation was exposed. A small family like the Meng family dared to look down on him. He was just playing with a man. In this circle How many people don’t play with men and women?

"Even if what you said is true, and why did you want to provoke Shen Xingge?" His cheap brother has not yet faked his acting skills. If the matter is not exposed by him, it means that even if his brother knows about his sexual orientation, There is also a chance for negotiation, "It's you, bitch, who drove me to the edge! You fucking used me as a shield!"

"You bitch!"

He Lingling's hair was pulled, and her head was pulled hard against the wall.

"Watch this bitch for me!"

"Yes!"

Xie Jinchen looked at the hysterical images of men and women in the surveillance equipment and pressed the power button expressionlessly.

The man in the picture is indeed the same as he has been in his previous life. After peeling off that layer of human-like skin, he is no different from a rabid dog.

"Boss, what should we do with this woman?" The bodyguard looked through the iron window on the door. The woman in the room had messy hair and a bruised face. Who would have thought that this was a female star who was once known as an innocent beauty.

The slender fingers tapped the documents on the desktop as if bored, making a soft clicking sound, "Wu Jingsong hasn't vented his anger enough, so let Miss He work hard for a while."

"Ok."

A few days later, He Lingling would panic every time she heard movement outside the iron door. From the beginning, she was eager for someone to open the iron door and take her away, and now she hopes that the iron door will never open again.

If the iron door is not opened, that pervert Wu Jingsong will not come to torture her.

"Don't come here, don't come here."

"Hush, Miss He, don't be afraid, I'm taking you away."

There was no figure of Wu Jingsong behind the bodyguard, and there was hope in He Lingling's eyes.

When I opened my eyes again, everything was white.

Someone saved her and she's in the hospital.He Lingling became happy.

Looking up again, He Lingling felt that her blood had solidified, and her body was so stiff that she didn't dare to move.

"Miss He's expression makes me think that Miss He doesn't want to leave Mr. Wu."

The man's tone was as steady as ever.

"What do you want to do?"

He Lingling has been tortured crazy by Wu Jingsong these days, but she is not crazy. Her IQ is still there. How could Shen Xingge, an agent, be so kind to save her.

Everything I have experienced is thanks to this man!

"I just want to cooperate with Miss He. Of course, if Miss He wants to stay with Mr. Wu, it's not too late to go back now."

How could she go back!Like a prisoner, facing endless torture every day, life is simply worse than death.

"Well, it seems that Miss He is indeed a smart person." Xie Jinchen crossed his hands on his knees, "I also like to talk to smart people."

After finishing speaking, the bodyguard who had been supervising her handed over a stack of documents. There were three words on the cover: "Indictment."

Opening the contents of the file again, there were photos of her being beaten.

"As a smart person, Ms. He should know that she should take up legal weapons when encountering danger."

"——According to the provisions of paragraphs 238 and 1 of Article 2 of the Criminal Law, whoever commits the crime of illegal detention shall be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not more than three years, criminal detention, surveillance, or deprivation of political rights. If there are circumstances of beating or humiliation, he shall be severely punished."

He Lingling clutched the indictment tightly, "I will sue Wu Jingsong, and the Wu family will not let me go."

"Your personal safety will be guaranteed during the prosecution, and you will be given a sum of money after the verdict. The world is so big, and the Wu family's hands are not that long."

He Lingling lowered her head and gritted her teeth, "Can you guarantee that the prosecution will be successful?"

Xie Jinchen's answer was reasonable: "Whether you can succeed or not depends on Miss He, not me."

This man calculated everything. Even if he was the culprit, He Lingling knew that she had no better choice.

After handing in the indictment, He Lingling once again saw this man's methods, which were fast and ruthless.

"The young boss of Wu's Entertainment illegally imprisoned his girlfriend."

"Recalling the pure and beautiful girl in the past, now she has a bleak end."

The social network, which had been quiet and peaceful for a few days because of the holiday, was once again in turmoil.

"I didn't expect that this thing is not over yet. Is there any follow-up?"

"Although He Lingling is a hateful woman, the young master of the Wu family must have broken the law."

"In that kind of wealthy circle, female celebrities are just a ball."

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"Boss, the flight ticket back to Bei'an City has been booked."

He Lingling is sitting in a wheelchair. Because her feet missed the best time for treatment, the doctor has told her that she can no longer stand for a long time. If she doesn't provoke Shen Xingge...

It's a pity that there are many fruits in this world, but there are no ifs.

"I really envy Shen Xingge, he has such a good life!" Such a man is hell to others, but he has only one person who shows his utmost tenderness.

Xie Jinchen turned his back with a mocking look in his eyes, "Miss He doesn't have a deep memory of that night at the Night Bar."

He Lingling recalled the way Shen Xingge held the tip of the knife. The cold light on the tip showed its sharp edge.

"She just doesn't like to be serious." Her girl never relies on fate, but on herself.

Even if he doesn't do something, these people can't do anything to her.

Talking about things like fate is nothing more than comfort to the weak.

"Thank you Jinchen, I will return to Bei'an City tomorrow!"

A text message came from the phone in my pocket.

"It's a coincidence, so am I."