Don't be afraid!I just like you

Looking at Meng Wen who was standing opposite him, although Meng Liang really wanted to make a move, he really didn't move.

And at that time, the guns were well hidden by him, and they were not exposed.

He went to the apartment to find Meng Wen. At first, he begged him to give him the evidence, and he promised again and again that there would never be a next time.

The two quarreled for a long time, Meng Liang's face suddenly changed, it seemed that there were countless ants drilling in his body, gnawing on his bones so that his bones ached.

Drug addicted, he knelt on the ground all of a sudden, panting heavily, looking very uncomfortable.Meng Wen was taken aback by him, seeing that he was not in the right condition, he quickly went to help him, but Meng Liang only thought that as long as he couldn't get back the so-called evidence, his own brother would personally send him to prison.

So when the person approached, he grabbed the person by the collar, pressed the person firmly to the ground, and said madly, "Give me the thing!!!"

A layer of bloodshot eyes had already appeared in his eyes at a speed visible to the naked eye. This look was very scary. Meng Wen tried to break his hand holding his collar, but the strength of the other party was obviously beyond his expectation. Meng Wen All he could do was yell over and over again to calm him down.

Seeing that people are still dying at this point, Meng Liang laughed maniacally, and roared, "If you don't give it to me, then I will find it myself! If you are better than me in every way, then you can continue to be stronger, doesn't Dad like you?" ?! Didn’t he always take you as pride?! Oh, then you two should catch up on the old days! Boom—”

Years of experience in playing with Meng Liang's pistol can be said to be very good. He still holds Meng Wen's collar firmly with one hand, and pulls out the pistol pinned to his waist with the other hand. Tormented by drug addiction, his hands trembled, but the position of the gun aimed at his heart was impartial.

One shot kills.

As early as Meng Liang came, Meng Wen asked Mrs. Meng to go back to the room, and only said that he would solve it, but at this moment, when she heard the violent noise in the living room, Mrs. Meng ran out quickly, and saw the extremely bloody scene on the spot. In one scene, the color on his face faded away.

"Meng Wen!!!"

Meng Wen opened his mouth slightly, his eyes were full of disbelief, he suddenly produced a burst of strength, grabbed Meng Liang's hand that was still holding the gun to his heart, and it was bright red everywhere.

The warm and sticky feeling was transmitted to the cerebral cortex through another person's hand, and Meng Liang's drug addiction was more than half relieved. He stared at his hand in a daze, then fell to the ground and muttered Authentic, "I, I didn't mean it, I didn't mean it."

His heart hurt so badly that he couldn't breathe. Meng Wen couldn't even move his eyes. Within two seconds, he let go of his clenched fist and fell to the ground.

Not a word came out, not even a syllable.

Her eyes were wide open, and the air was filled with the disgusting smell of blood. Mrs. Meng stood there trembling, but couldn't take a step forward.

Suddenly, she suddenly sat on the ground, Meng Wen's body was bleeding more and more, the floor where he was located was soon covered with blood red, the dazzling redness made Mrs. Meng's scalp explode, and her knuckles turned white. Picking up the phone, he spoke incoherently as soon as he dialed, "110..."

"Don't! Don't call! Don't, don't—" Several days of torture had made Meng Liang reflexive to this public number. He stood up abruptly and snatched Mrs. Meng's cell phone, and smashed it heavily on the ground. .

The phone suddenly fell to pieces.

Meng Liang knelt down and grabbed Mrs. Meng's hand, crying and begging, "Sister-in-law, I beg you—I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to—"

Ms. Meng's eyes were filled with tears, and she was motionless. She didn't know whether it was fear or something. Her lips and shoulders were trembling uncontrollably, but she just couldn't utter a word.

Just when she was in a daze, Meng Liang stretched out his arms to take the pistol that fell beside Meng Wen, and said in a trembling voice, "Sister-in-law, don't blame me...I don't want to—"

It wasn't until this moment that Mrs. Meng seemed to come to her senses. She suddenly turned her head to look at Meng Liang with a pale face. Then she frantically pushed away the killer who was still grabbing her arm, and ran out the door staggeringly.

But she didn't even have time to take a step, the fatal "bang" exploded in her ears, and the burning pain in her back took away all the strength in her body.

I don't know where I heard the news. Before his birthday, Mu Yize heard that Meng Liang went to Meng's house to make trouble, and at that time, he was always with his gun.

But when he went back, the hall was full of blood, and Meng Liang seemed to search for a long time, but he still couldn't find any evidence. At this moment, he suddenly wondered whether Meng Wen was just scaring him.

But the footsteps below were getting heavier and heavier, and he couldn't allow him to think so much. He had just rushed out against the heavy rain when Mu Yize suddenly ran out from inside and shouted at him furiously, "Stop! Meng Liang—— "

His eyes were red, and Mrs. Meng heard that Mrs. Meng's body was still behind him. Mu Yize's scalp was numb. He raised his pistol and shot through Meng Liang's calf. The gun kicked away and stepped on the back of his hand.

The heavy rain hit the two of them mercilessly, Mu Yize looked at the living room with a sad and angry expression, and suddenly increased the strength of his feet, completely ignoring the man's screams.

As if he couldn't get rid of what he saw, Mu Yize roared, threw his pistol, and rode on Meng Liang's body, almost knocking him out of seven orifices and bleeding.

The two abandoned pistols and guns were extremely cold in the dark night of heavy rain, making people ache all over from the cold.

"I...I..." Meng Liang's hand holding the receiver trembled inaudibly, he pursed his lips, his eyes were red.

"You know that you have a lot of bad deeds, you don't clean up the serious crimes you committed, and you lead yourself to death arrogantly, but you die if you want to die, why do you drag others to be buried with you!!" Years of imprisonment are also like Because he imprisoned himself, Mu Yize couldn't stand this feeling of oppression anymore, and he also looked at Meng Liang with red eyes.

"I...I'm not..." on purpose.But when the words came to his lips, he couldn't even utter the most pale excuse, because Meng Wen really missed, but Mrs. Meng was indeed killed by him.

"Not what?" After calming down a little, Mu Yize looked straight into his eyes and sneered, "Who do you think you killed?!"

Who do you think you killed?A sentence that seemed to be asking someone else, but it just locked the most fatal point. Meng Liang trembled with his hands and asked himself in a trembling voice, "Who did I kill? I killed...who..."

Before Meng Liang's receiver was completely out of his hands, Mu Yize said, "I don't want you to die right away, so I can only show mercy and save you until the end, after all, I still call you uncle."

It is the cruelest thing not to let him die directly, but to let him suffer year after year.

He lowered his head and glanced at the watch on his wrist. The time for the general meeting of shareholders had passed by quite a bit. Mu Yize hung up the phone resolutely, and said, "From today onwards, just ask for blessings, I won't be here to see you is you."

But he had already put down the receiver at this time, and Meng Liang didn't look up at him, but just lowered his head in a daze, recalling the past tremblingly.

Looking down at him with disdain, Mu Yize straightened his clothes, even if the place he had been in charge of for several years was about to change hands, at this moment he was still a king in suits and leather shoes that could not be ignored.

As soon as the door of the office was pushed open, many elders raised their heads one after another, watching Mu Yize walk in with eyes and corners of their mouths full of teasing.

It seems to have been determined to win.

After looking around at the crowd, Mu Yize nodded, unbuttoned one of his suit buttons, and sat down on the main seat without any haste, his eyes were cold, and there was no sense of tension or panic about impending failure at all.

Everyone looked at him with disdain, but now the conclusion has not come out, and the ambition is deep and they are not in a hurry, but those who have been grievances for several years have expressions that are eager to try.

I really wish I could verbally humiliate Mu Yize in the next second. An illegitimate child, with a wolfish heart, dared to run rampant in front of such a capable person for so long.

"Sorry, there's a traffic jam on the road." Mu Yize explained in a low voice, as if he couldn't feel the many hungry eyes staring at him.

At this time, an elderly veteran who had obviously been a director here for many years said, "It's okay, since Mr. Mu is here, there is no reason to delay the shareholders' meeting."

Mu Yize nodded indifferently, and his tone remained calm, "What Elder Lin said is, let's get started."

"Mr. Mu, I believe you feel the loss of this investment."

"...Huh?" As if puzzled by this question, Mu Yize turned his head to look at the person who was speaking to his left, and asked in confusion, "What's the problem? You mean the money problem? If it's not me who is dealing with it, let If you come, Mr. Wang, the funds may be completely cut off within a month. There will inevitably be problems in the mall, so why bother?"

She has always known about Mu Yize's decisiveness, but she rarely knew that he could be so snarky. It is obvious that he has no ability, but he can still speak so confidently.

The man called Wang Lao seemed to have a bad face, but after all, he hadn't made a conclusion now, and he really didn't dare to tear his face until he was [-]% sure.

And among them, the only one who can speak well, and who can say a few words without changing his face, is probably only Lin Lao who has just appeared on the stage.

Therefore, after several people flattered each other, Mr. Lin was still very contented. After everyone finished speaking, he smiled again, "Mr. Mu, you currently have 40.00% of the shares in your hand, and I and Wang Dong Their combined shareholding is 40.00%, which is higher than yours, so Mr. Mu should have no objection when we talk about re-election of directors."

Now that things were going on, the words were not euphemistic at all, and he wished that now, immediately, Mu Yize could be pulled down from the high position, and everyone would step on him.

Mu Yize also nodded in agreement, "Indeed, my skills are not as good as others, and I have nothing to say about re-election of directors." After saying that, he pursed his lips, as if he was thinking of a strategy.

Everyone also took a breath when he suddenly quieted down and his face became dull. They always felt that today's meeting would not go smoothly.

Standing in a high position for so long, how can you just admit defeat? Even if you are surrounded by enemies and everyone is staring at you, Mu Yize is still ready to fight back.

But just as he knocked on the table with his fingers, before he could continue his prepared action, the door of the office was knocked by the secretary who had been guarding the door.

For such a serious occasion, there is no important matter, and no one dares to disturb. At this time, regardless of the reprimands of the directors, the knock on the door rang again, there should be something that must be said.Mu Yize glanced at the crowd and said, "Come in."

When Mu Yize came in, two secretaries followed him, one followed him in, and the other stood guard outside the door.

At this time, he walked towards Mu Yize step by step under the eyes of many people, his expression faintly agitated, and he said in a voice that was neither serious nor serious, but which happened to be heard by everyone present, "Mr. The projects that are temporarily stranded due to individual reasons have been filled by Mr. Su of Xinzhou, and we can continue to follow up at this time."

As soon as the words fell, not only everyone sitting here, but even Mu Yize was subconsciously stunned.In fact, he knew about Su Jibei's going abroad, but it is also true that Xinzhou did not show up for Mufeng's accident this time.

In fact, after thinking over and over what Meng Zhiqing had said to him for a few days, he didn't want to doubt anything, but a strange feeling automatically rose in his heart.

Su Jibei didn't show up, and Mu Yize was too busy to think about who to suspect.Unexpectedly, at the last moment, this person still stood up.

If it was just a fluke this time, before Mr. Lin's ugly face eased a little, Secretary Song trembled and doubted for some reason, "And just now, Mr. Mu, your shareholding has become 50.00% One, because your total shares exceed the sum of the other directors, now you have the right to directly cancel the general meeting."

This time, without waiting for Mu Yize to be confused, Elder Lin took the lead to pat the table, as if the calmness just now was for Mu Yize to show, he said with a livid face, "Secretary Song, don't you have to take legal responsibility for what you say now? Who doesn't know that after Mr. Meng's death, the company's total shares are only 90.00%, your lie is too obvious!"

While Mu Yize was still thinking in a daze, Secretary Song glanced at the crowd, and still looked at Mu Yize with a suspicious expression, and said neither humble nor overbearing, "The company did send a document just now, which is about the transfer of shares. It says [-]% of the shares held by Mr. Mu will be transferred to Mr. Mu's name, and after repeated confirmation, the law will take effect."

Regardless of the uglier expressions on everyone's faces, Mu Yize raised his head, his voice trembling slightly, "What shares? In whose name are they transferred?"

After going around and going around, he finally asked this question. Secretary Song swallowed, and met Mu Yize's hopeful eyes. He was suddenly a little nervous, but he still kept his voice tight and stumbled, "Meng, Meng Wen, Mr. Meng... His son Meng Zhian."

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