The runaway Cinderella of the billionaire president

Two black cars drove into a luxuriously decorated villa one after another.

"Hello, Brother Dao."

"Hello, Brother Dao."

When several young men guarding the villa's gate saw the bearded man, they all bowed and greeted him in loud voices.

The bearded man had a sullen face and didn't bother to look at them. He just said "hmm" faintly.

The villa was brightly lit and bustling with activity. There were many people in the hall at this moment, both men and women, old and young, who were either drinking and having fun or talking loudly. It was very lively.

The bearded man and his brothers walked into the hall as if they were familiar with the place, passed through the bustling crowd, and went up the stairs to the second floor of the villa.

Compared to the bustling first floor, the second floor is much quieter.

After walking up the stairs and stepping onto the second floor, the bearded man looked at two burly men with flesh on their faces quietly guarding the door not far away. He paused, feeling frightened, and stood there motionless.

The younger brothers behind him looked at each other, followed him obediently and did not dare to act rashly.

The bearded man exhaled deeply, and pulled at his pants with his hands hanging on both sides awkwardly and then released them. After adjusting his mood, he continued to walk forward.

As soon as he walked to the door, the burly man at the door looked at him coldly and stretched out his hand to stop him without saying a word. He was stunned for a moment, then reacted quickly, raised his hands above his head, stood straight, and let them check.

The big man walked forward and touched his wrist all the way to his ankle. After finding nothing unusual, he nodded, moved sideways, opened the door and let him in.

As soon as you enter the room, you will see a set of high-end black leather sofas placed in the middle, and a long chair facing the door like a bloody mouth.

A young man in his thirties was leaning on the sofa with his back facing the door. He was watching the beautiful woman playing billiards in front of him seriously, so he didn't see the bearded man and others come in.

The man had regular facial features, and was neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin. He was wearing a suit vest, and his black leather shoes were polished to a shine. His short, messy hair was combed very neatly, and he wore a pair of light gold half-frame glasses on his nose. He looked very elegant and gentle.

There were several men of different ages standing next to him. They stood there very docilely and were talking in low voices.

The bearded man walked forward, lowered his head unnaturally, not daring to look directly at the man in front of him, and whispered, "Brother Liang."

The man heard someone calling from behind and turned around with a smile on his face.

"You're back. Where's the person?" The man looked past the bearded man and behind him, but did not find the person he wanted to see.

"People, people ran away."

He looked straight at the bearded man and suddenly sneered, "He ran away? You led three cars of people to chase a man with three women, two of whom were unconscious, and you actually let him run away?"

"Yes." The bearded man felt guilty and cold sweat broke out on his face.

Jiang Liang laughed disapprovingly, walked up to him and put his hand on his shoulder, looking very intimate, and put his head close to the bearded man, and asked again with a smile: "Did he really run away?"

The bearded man could see the man’s smiling face out of the corner of his eye. His Adam’s apple rolled, he swallowed nervously, and spoke with difficulty.

"Yes, Liang Ge, yes, I'm sorry."

Jiang Liang loosened his hand on his shoulder, licked his lower lip lightly with the tip of his tongue, and suddenly clapped and laughed, "Good, good, good, not bad."

He was clearly laughing, but everyone present held their breath and dared not even breathe.

He turned around casually, and the next second, he picked up the ashtray on the marble table, turned around and smashed it hard on the bearded man's temple. In an instant, blood flowed down his forehead and soaked half of his shoulder.

The bearded man was knocked dizzy and could barely stand, but he still staggered to his feet and said urgently: "Brother Liang, Brother Liang, I was wrong, I was wrong."

The younger brothers behind him were so scared when they saw their big brother being beaten that their eyes widened, but they still didn't dare to move forward. Instead, they quickly lowered their heads, fearing that they would have eye contact with Jiang Liang and get into trouble.

The other people in the room were just watching a show. They looked as if they were used to seeing the bearded man being beaten, and they even comforted Jiang Liang to calm him down.

Jiang Liang still had a smile on his face, as if nothing had happened.

He raised the blood-stained ashtray in his hand, looked at it carefully, then stretched out the index finger of his other hand and gently touched the bloodstain, then twisted it with his thumb, and said with sudden realization: "It's human blood, not pig blood."

Then he looked up at the bearded man in confusion and asked curiously, "Wrong? What did you do wrong?"

"I brought so many people with me, but not only did I not bring them back to you, I also crashed the car. I have embarrassed Brother Liang. I am not a human being, I am a pig."

Jiang Liang laughed, threw the ashtray away, walked slowly to the bearded man, and patted the blood-stained half of his face with a smile, which made the bearded man frightened.

"Brother, does it hurt?"

"Brother Huiliang, it doesn't hurt."

"It's good that it doesn't hurt. It's okay as long as you don't get caught. Just remember this lesson, okay?"

"Yes, Brother Liang." The bearded man answered with a resounding voice.

Jiang Liang nodded in satisfaction and patted his shoulder gently. "Very good, I'll give you another chance. Bring the person to me within one day. Get lost."

"Thank you, Brother Liang. Thank you, Brother Liang."

The bearded man was so frightened that his face changed. He quickly nodded and bowed to thank Jiang Liang, then couldn't wait to leave the room with his little brother.

Jiang Liang still had a smile on his face, and asked everyone in the room to continue playing. He picked up the tissue on the table and wiped the blood off his hands elegantly, but his eyes under the lenses narrowed thoughtfully.