Rebirth of the absolute actor

To him, Wei Muyang was completely different from those lovers he had before, how could he tolerate someone making fun of each other like this, even if he had been with him for many years, he couldn't do it!

He was about to get angry, but Zhang Feng did something quite surprising.

I saw that this tall and burly man took out a few photos from a purse beside him and handed them to Wei Muyang.

"Brother Wei, please sign for me."

As soon as these words came out, the entire carriage suddenly fell into a strange silence.

"Brother Zhang, you... are you right?"

The first one to speak was Jiang Yang. Judging by his dumbfounded appearance and the tone of his question, it was obvious that he had known him before.

Under the other party's questioning, Zhang Feng became more and more embarrassed, and his black face became even hotter. He gave Jiang Yang a white look, "Yangzi, your little niece likes Brother Wei the most, she got off early." The order must let me get back a signed photo, if I can't complete the task, you can help me top the tank when I go back?"

Jiang Yang shut up immediately. It seems that the youngest daughter of Zhang Feng's family made them feel embarrassed and had a headache.

Mo Qingyu didn't speak anymore, not only that, but also withdrew the hostility that was about to explode all over his body.

Zhang Feng has a daughter who is less than ten years old, and she is the most favored. She usually beats and kills a vicious person outside. Facing that cute baby who is less than ten years old, she can change from a tough diamond to a finger-wrapping girl in one fell swoop. Rou, it's not difficult to understand that she can destroy her image and ask for autographed photos.

It turned out to be the case.

Wei Muyang couldn't help laughing, and his feelings towards the other party immediately improved a lot.

A person who can pay such attention to his daughter's request, no matter how fierce his appearance is, he should have his own unique softness in his heart. He took the photo in the other party's hand, asked Zhang Feng's daughter's name, and was serious about it. After writing a few words, I handed it back.

Holding the photo in his hand, Zhang Feng was obviously relieved. The image of a loving daughter was vividly displayed, which made Wei Muyang suddenly feel that the other party's face full of evil spirits was a little more popular.

"I have a new movie coming out next month. If your daughter likes it, you can take her to watch the premiere." It was rare to meet someone under Mo Qingyu who liked him so much, and Wei Muyang was naturally happy to be kind to others.

"Really?" Overjoyed, Zhang Feng realized that he had said the wrong thing. He hurriedly glanced at the boss with an unpredictable expression, and said hurriedly, "Then thank you Brother Wei."

"What's so polite about that, I'll ask someone to deliver the tickets to you later, is three enough? If not, I'll ask them to prepare a few more."

Mo Qingyu looked at Wei Muyang who was smiling and talking to his subordinates. Although the expression on his face did not change, his right hand quietly stretched out and held the other's left hand. At the same time, a sense of steady happiness welled up in his heart .

After driving for about an hour, the car finally stopped.

After getting out of the car, Wei Muyang looked around. This was obviously the back door of a tall building. About 20 meters ahead, there was a building about a hundred meters high, towering into the sky, giving people a strong sense of coercion. .

The place where they were standing was a gray back alley. It was not yet noon at this time, and apart from a few of them, there was no one in this place.

"Mr. Mo, brother Wei, this way."

Zhang Feng skillfully led several people to a side door in front, and entered the door. According to Zhang Feng's introduction, Wei Muyang knew that this place turned out to be the back door of a casino.

"I've been locked in there, and I've been tossing around all night, so I should have lost my temper."

He led the two of them through several corridors, and arrived at a small room. The size of the room was not large, about twenty or so square meters. There were several sets of sofas in the middle, and in the corner of the room, one was shrinking into a small room. Group, trembling figure.

Even though the lights were dim, Wei Muyang recognized Qian Qing at a glance.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he sat on a group of sofas with Mo Qingyu, and Zhang Feng had already signaled for someone to drag Qian Qing over.

"Brother, it's him who doesn't pay back the money he owes us, and plans to run away secretly."

Qian Qing, who was thrown in the room, trembled when she heard this, and hurriedly said, "No...not...boss, I just want to raise money..."

He explained in a panic, and that downcast appearance had long since lost the grandeur that he had around Shen Chutian back then.

After Wei Muyang entered the room, his attention was focused on Qian Qing. After a few years of absence, Qian Qing has gained a lot of weight than before, and the clothes on his body are obviously expensive, but now, he is indescribably miserable.

Not only was his hair messy and his clothes were messy, but his face was also bruised and swollen. Half of his face was swollen from the beating, and his left eye was swollen like a steamed bun. He couldn't open it at all. He looked extremely embarrassed.

A burst of pleasure flashed across Wei Muyang's heart.

Some time ago, there was news that Sun Junhao had changed from fake madness to real madness. He cried and cried in the mental hospital all day long, and even committed suicide several times, but under strict surveillance, he failed. Now such a miserable situation, every time Wei Muyang thinks about it, he feels that he has avenged his past.

The other remaining accomplice is Qian Qing in front of him. Several years of overseas career have made his life more comfortable. This reminds Wei Muyang that he feels like a thorn in his throat. Enmity, finally can be found.

Thinking of this, Wei Muyang looked into Qian Qing's eyes with deep hatred.

As for Qian Qing, who was kneeling on the ground, while begging, she still couldn't understand why she fell into the abyss of gambling again after she lost her head for a moment!

How did all this happen from earning a few million from a small age to exporting tens of millions!

Even though he is locked up here and beaten up, every time he thinks about it, Qian Qing feels like he is still in a dream.

Tens of millions!How can I afford it!If the money is not paid, then what will this group of desperadoes who can't even shake their hands do to themselves?

chop hands?Chopped feet?Or... directly killed himself?

In the state of confusion, he has lost his basic rationality in panic. Even when Mo Wei and the two came in just now, he just glanced blankly and didn't take it into his heart at all.

"How is it? Do you want to ask now, or later?" Mo Qingyu turned his head and asked Wei Muyang.

Wei Muyang squinted at Qian Qing who was shrunk into a ball, the hatred in his eyes could not be concealed any more, he pursed his lips, and said a few words softly, "No hurry, first... clean it up."

How can such an unforgettable hatred force the answer out? At least before that, you have to see some interest back with your own eyes.

"Okay, it's up to you."

After a few years, Mo Qingyu also knew Wei Muyang's persistence in this matter, he didn't care about the depth of the young man's hatred, instead he felt that the other party was extremely affectionate and lovable.

Winking at Zhang Feng, the other party immediately understood what he meant, nodded, strode up to Qian Qing, stretched out his right leg, and kicked Qian Qing hard on the waist.

"The person surnamed Qian owes the 6000 million yuan. Tell me, when will you pay it back?"

"6000 million?" Qian Qing was still dazed at first, but was taken aback by the words that came to his ears. He suddenly raised his head, and looked at the iron tower-like man in front of him in horror with his right eye, which could only see.

"No... isn't it 3000 million? Why... How did it become 6000 million?"

There was a tremor in his voice, obviously really frightened.

"Yesterday it was 3000 million. Today, of course, it is 6000 million. Don't blame me for not reminding you. By tomorrow, it will be 2000 million! You don't think that borrowing money is free of interest? Let's talk about business." , how are you going to repay the 6000 million?"

Zhang Feng sneered, the tone in his tone was taken for granted, but it made Qian Qing almost faint like a thunderbolt.

"Six...6000 million?" His lips trembled for a long time, but he didn't utter a complete sentence. At the end, he suddenly let out a wail and burst into tears, "Such a large number, even if you kill me, I won't Can’t get it out, brother, please, let me go, I’ll give you all of my wealth, please, let me go, please!”

While weeping bitterly, he also grabbed Zhang Feng's foot. His appearance was extremely miserable, but for Zhang Feng, who is accustomed to the world, not only did he not soften his heart at all, but stepped on Qian Qing with a grinning grin. In his hand, amidst the sound of the opponent's killing a pig, he leisurely retracted his foot.

"What rubbish, dare to touch your uncle Zhang's shoes?"

Qian Qing didn't care about what he was talking about at all, fingers connected to heart, the strength of the opponent's feet was merciless, that piercing pain was really painful to the extreme!For a while, he didn't have the energy to listen to what the other party had to say.

It wasn't until Zhang Feng retracted his foot that Qian Qing's wailing slowly stopped. This time, he didn't dare to do it again, but held his injured hand and cowered back to the corner.

Zhang Feng took the time to look at Mo Qingyu's side, seeing that there was no movement, knowing that the boss felt that Qian Qing's pain was far from enough, he couldn't help but twitched in his heart.

I don't know how this guy surnamed Qian offended the boss and wanted to deal with him in such a scattered way?

But if the boss can take time out of his busy schedule to see how to deal with him in person, this person surnamed Qian can be considered capable. If this is the case, if he doesn't work hard, how can he be worthy of the boss' presence?

As soon as he had this idea, Qian Qing was in trouble.

Half an hour later, he was already dying on the ground, and there was pain everywhere on his body, hands, and head. If Zhang Feng's subordinates hadn't been well-measured and kept his sanity, the other party might have passed out long ago.

But being awake is even worse, at least for Qian Qing. If she faints, she can hide from the pain for a while. Being forced to suffer like this is the greatest pain.

"Boss, it's almost done. If we go on, I'm afraid this kid won't be able to survive." Zhang Feng observed Qian Qing's situation, kicked him away, and then walked back to Mo Qingyu, respectfully Say respectfully.

Mo Qingyu hummed, then turned to look at Wei Muyang.

Seeing the other party suffer for a long time, the long-standing resentment in Wei Muyang's heart somewhat subsided, he nodded, "That's fine, let them go out, I'll ask him personally."