My ex-girlfriend thought I was poor, so I made 100 million by betting on stones.

Yang Feng turned around and looked at Yuan Cheng's body.

There were many small blood holes on his arms, and his spiritual power condensed into a special talisman.

"Hey~ It's fine if you provoke me, but why do you have to provoke her?"

Yang Feng shook his head and walked out with Murong Wan.

Murong Wan has already gone outside.

It was still very lively outside at this time.

After a few people got on a car, they headed back home.

It's past eleven o'clock in the evening.

At home, in the hall.

This rare time at home is still very lively.

There are far more people at home today than usual.

Especially Zhao Zhuwei, after finishing cooking, she did not forget to take out her phone and said excitedly: "Look at the hot searches! The latest hot searches!"

She waved her phone.

After everyone opened it as she said, they found that it was the backstage video that had just been uploaded to the Internet.

As expected, the pants and clothes were stripped off, but the video was blurred.

"Do you think that bodyguard is really gay? Why did he suddenly do that to Yuan Cheng..."

Shui Yunmeng had a somewhat puzzled expression.

From her perspective, she only saw the bodyguard suddenly froze, then pounced towards Yuan Cheng.

Soon, she saw that almost everyone here looked at Yang Feng.

"You did it?!"

Shui Yunmeng reacted immediately.

Yang Feng spread his hands and said, "I didn't say that. Maybe it's just because they have some special hobbies."

"How can it be……"

Shui Yunmeng muttered softly.

She still felt incredible in her heart.

Yang Feng didn't seem to take them seriously just now, but that look...

this is too scary.

Even though Shui Yun had seen some ancient warriors in his dreams, he still felt they were too scary.

But no one else in the family took it seriously, after all, they were used to it.

After getting together for a midnight snack, a few people went upstairs to take a shower.

Yang Feng ran to the sofa and lay down, scrolling through his phone as if waiting for some news.

Murong Wan sat down beside him at some point and said with a smile, "Are you waiting for the news from Haitian Media?"

"Hmm...how do you know?"

Yang Feng turned his head.

Murong Wan smiled and said, "I guessed, but Haitian Media has a lot of employees. If you do this, it will easily cause unrest."

Yang Feng must have a lot of dirty information about this company, and he can even ask someone to conduct a temporary investigation.

In fact, for companies like Haitian Media, as long as you are willing to investigate, there are always ten thousand ways to put their CEOs in jail.

After all, judging from Yuan Cheng's character, his home is probably not very clean.

It’s just that Murong Wan seemed to be considering more social issues.

Yang Feng spread his hands and said, "By then someone will need those employees, and someone may even acquire their company."

"Ok?"

Murong Wan seemed to understand what Yang Feng meant.

Yang Feng did not elaborate, he just said: "By the way, what was the last thing you broke into today?"

"Talisman martial arts, don't you know about it? I remember you used it on the Zhou family before."

"I know, but I feel like yours is special and different from mine."

"That is a bloodthirsty curse known as witchcraft in ancient times. The onset time is unstable, but after the onset, it should devour the body in a scattered manner."

Murong Wan said, "But the kind that won't kill you will usually disappear in a month."

"A month?"

Yang Feng felt a chill on his back.

He seemed to be able to imagine that feeling.

"I didn't expect you to be so righteous. You're willing to help someone just to help them out."

Yang Feng thought Murong Wan did it for Shui Yunmeng.

But Murong Wan's faint smile made him realize that something was wrong.

"It seems that it's not just for Shui Yunmeng, right?"

Yang Feng asked tentatively.

Murong Wan smiled and said, "I don't like him very much."

"..."

Yang Feng felt even more creepy when he saw the smile on her face.

Looking back, although Yuan Cheng looked at her with lustful eyes backstage, but...

"It makes you even more ruthless."

Yang Feng sighed.

Murong Wan stretched and said, "I'm going to sleep. I don't have any missions these two days, so I plan to stay here. Is that okay?"

"You said that as if I couldn't kick you out if I disagreed."

Yang Feng spread his hands.

The house became much more lively, and Yang Feng waited for a while.

Only after seeing what I want to see appear on my phone will I go back to my room and go to sleep.

The night passed quickly.

Early the next morning.

Yang Feng had already heard the noisy sounds outside.

But the noisy sound came from the hall downstairs.

After a while, the noise turned into the accompaniment of a song.

Yang Feng had already guessed what was happening outside.

Sure enough, after a while, the sound of Shui Yunmeng singing was heard outside.

Occasionally, there could be the sounds of Zhao Zhuwei and a few others joining in the fun.

Yang Feng couldn't sleep.

He got up and went downstairs.

"Yang Feng is up!"

Lu Qingyu immediately saw Yang Feng and asked excitedly: "Yang Feng, do you want to sing?"

"Forget it, I don't have that hobby."

Yang Feng was helpless.

At this time, several people in the hall got up.

Zhao Zhuwei obviously didn't hear enough yesterday, so she woke Shui Yunmeng up early this morning and even prepared the equipment herself.

Shui Yunmeng naturally would not refuse Zhao Zhuwei.

But Yang Feng couldn't stand it anymore and said, "I came to my house to rest, not to hold a concert. I told you guys to just sing a few songs and stop harassing me."

"Know it."

Zhao Zhuwei answered reluctantly.

Shui Yunmeng smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, there's no pressure singing at home, just relax."

"Hehe, actually I can sing pretty well, but I get really tired when I sing."

"Well, that's because you're pronouncing it wrong. I can teach you some pronunciation techniques."

"Really?! That's awesome, my music teacher is a big star, hehe."

Zhao Zhuwei's proud expression.

Yang Feng was helpless. He looked at Murong Wan and Lin Xue who were sitting together not far away and asked, "Where are you two?"

"It's fine. I'm listening to some music at home. I don't have to go to work today."

Lin Xue spread his hands.

Murong Wan smiled and said, "Why, you seem quite unhappy?"

"I'm afraid you might lead people astray. So...Lin Xue, come out with me."

Yang Feng coughed dryly.

Lin Xue felt that Yang Feng was a little strange, but she still followed him out the door.

It's a little quieter here.

Lin Xue looked at him strangely and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, does your Lin family still have funds?"

"There are quite a lot, what's the matter?"

"I want to acquire a company. Do you want to invest?"

Yang Feng asked.

Lin Xue was even more puzzled and asked, "Why did you suddenly think of this? What company?"

"Haitian Media."

Yang Feng said the name of the company.