Three smiles

In the crowded auction room, the staff held out a Longquan kiln plum celadon plate in the Southern Song Dynasty. The Southern Song Dynasty was the most beautiful color of Longquan celadon. It also means "childhood sweetheart".

Wei Cong and Wang Sanxiao were both 20 years old when they first met. In ancient times, there must have been several children. However, looking at it now, it is such a youthful age, so Wei Cong blatantly thinks that The two are also childhood sweethearts.

The main goal of his coming to the charity auction this time is this Longquan celadon.

"Longquan kiln plum celadon plate in the Southern Song Dynasty, the starting price is 20 yuan, and the price increases by 5 yuan each time." The auctioneer smiled and looked at the many antique lovers in the audience, "Mr. 69 bid 25 yuan, is there a higher price... ...Ms. 70 offered 30..."

People in the field kept raising their cards.

Mu Xixi tiptoed to Wei Cong's side: "Didn't you want to take a picture of it for three laughs? Why don't you raise your sign?"

Wei Cong glanced at his wristwatch irritably: "Sanxiao went to the bathroom for 10 minutes and hasn't come back yet."

"...maybe you're constipated?"

Wei Cong gave him a sad look, and handed the number plate into his hand: "You take a picture, I'll go and have a look."

Pushed by him, Mu Xixi sat down on a chair, glanced at his hurried back with displeasure, and muttered: "Now I'm pretending to be affectionate, why did I go..."

Wei Cong strode into the bathroom, but saw that there was no one in the empty room. He turned around twice, and even pushed open the doors of the cubicles one by one. His heart was beating wildly, and a bad premonition struck him.

After thinking for a while, he took out his mobile phone and dialed Xiong Da's number: "Hey, is Sanxiao with you?"

The Xiong brothers broke in in less than 2 minutes, opened a software with their mobile phones, followed the location to find the temporary bathroom, Xiong Da glanced at the footprints on the ground, and said in a deep voice: "There are signs of a fight, the third young master was kidnapped gone."

"What?" Wei Cong slammed his head and stared at the footprints. He found that there was no order. Obviously someone had a violent dispute here. His eyes fell on the urinal, and he asked in surprise, "What is this?"

"The tracker on Third Young Master's body."

Xiong Er picked up a button in the corner, pressed it twice, a burst of noise came out, it was actually a miniature recording device, he kept fast-forwarding, there was a mess of sounds coming from the button, suddenly Wei Cong said: " stop!"

I only heard Wang Sanxiao's lazy voice coming from the button: "Wei Guangyao, you are really everywhere, don't go to the hospital with a bruised nose and a swollen face..."

"It's Wei Guangyao," Wei Cong's face suddenly darkened, a hint of ferocity flashed in his eyes, and then was replaced by bottomless silence, he looked at the Xiong brothers: "Call the police, and notify the Eight Sage Kings."

At this moment, Wang Sanxiao regained consciousness on a big bed. He opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was the luxurious crystal chandelier above his head and the painted "Turkish Bath" on the ceiling. The door was pushed open, and Wei Guangyao walked in wrapped in a bathrobe.

Smelling the sweet smell of shower gel, Wang Sanxiao almost wanted to laugh—this guy even took a shower before fucking himself!

Wei Guangyao stood at the door, looking at the man on the big bed with fiery eyes, and saw that the bed sheet was deep crimson red, and Wang Sanxiao was lying on it with his breasts open, his honey-colored body was sexy and powerful, and his long legs slightly Curly, with a gap between the legs looming...

"Bewitched by Dad's body?" Wang Sanxiao cursed lazily, with provocative eyes, "Little beast!"

"You fucking dare to scold me?"

Wei Guangyao walked over with big strides, raised his legs onto the bed, pressed his shoulder with one hand, and touched his buttocks with the other.

Wang Sanxiao knew that in this situation, he would not be able to run away. Crying like a little girl who was raped would only increase the other party's pleasure of conquest. What's more, he always felt that although he was full of charm, he was by no means white and delicate. Little goblin, Chunfeng really didn't know which one was better than this kid, so she simply spread her body carelessly and let him caress her.

Wei Guangyao was addicted to the slippery touch. He rubbed his big hands vigorously, breathing heavily and moaning.

"Fuck, are you a fucking pervert?" Wang San scolded with a smile, "It's enough to touch someone's butt to make me feel like a dog."

"Shut up!" Wei Guangyao knelt beside him, passionately kissing his chest.

This kid is doing a good job, Wang Sanxiao narrowed his eyes comfortably, clasped his neck and murmured, "Go up a bit... yes... hard... um..."

Wei Guangyao kissed for a long time, and suddenly found that he, who wanted to be a rapist, was catering to his command, so angry, he straightened up, and slapped him on the face: "Fart! I can do whatever I want Fuck, shut the fuck up!"

Wang Sanxiao was having a good time, when he was slapped, he almost became indifferent, raised his hand and slapped him back, cursing: "Beep beep, talk less and do more!"

The effect of the medicine hadn't faded, and he didn't have much strength in his arm, but the slap still stunned Wei Guangyao. He covered his face and glared at him: "I'm fucking raping you!"

Wang San nodded with a smile: "Who said no?"

"..." Wei Guangyao was furious, "I'll fuck you to death!!!"

"Oh, the promise is not small," Wang San snorted, "Before the Wei family collapses, hurry up and make a fortune. After tonight, you will not have a good life."

"Fuck your mother!" Wei Guangyao snarled, "You think you are some kind of fun, a scumbag with your ass pouted!"

Wang San smiled and clicked his tongue: "What a bad-tempered little bastard, I heard that you have lived a good life these past few years, but unfortunately your father is about to collapse, and when the time comes to beat the dog in the water, don't cry. "

"You fucking say it!" Wei Guangyao covered his mouth and yelled, "Lao Qi didn't fuck you to death, I can't fucking get you out of this bed alive!"

Suddenly there was a loud noise, and the closed door burst open. Wang Sanxiao walked around Wei Guangyao and looked up. He froze for a moment. He saw Wei Cong kick open the door, strode into the room, and saw the scene on the bed. Jian's eyes were about to burst, he rushed forward with a low growl, grabbed Wei Guangyao's hair with both hands, dragged him out of the bed, and slammed him against the wall.

"Ah..." Wei Guangyao was hit with blood all over his face, howling and struggling desperately, waving his hands and feet wildly, grabbed a photo frame on the bedside table and smashed it over his head and face.

Wei Cong took this blow abruptly, but grabbed his hair and refused to let go, hitting the wall hard one after another.

Wei Guangyao twitched all over in pain, suddenly let out a shrill scream, and broke free with his head covered in blood.

Wei Cong threw down a bunch of hair in his hand, took off his suit, leaned over and put it on Wang Sanxiao's body, looked at him with trembling lips, and said softly, "Are you okay?"

"Awesome, Mr. Wei," Wang San smiled, glanced at Wei Guangyao, who had been captured by the Xiong brothers, and snorted coldly, "The scalp has been ripped off..."

"It's good that you're fine," Wei Cong knelt on the bed, eyes full of guilt, resentment and remorse that couldn't be concealed, he stared blankly for a while, then suddenly pulled him into his arms, tightened his arms, and died Hugging him tightly, he murmured, "It's fine..."

There was a sound of chaotic footsteps outside the door, Wang Baxian rushed in with a livid face, but when he saw Wei Cong kneeling on the big bed, hugging his idiot son, he was furious and shouted: "Fuck you, what's the matter? "

Wang San smiled and pushed Wei Cong away, covered his lower body with his suit, and looked at his father in embarrassment: "Why are you here?"

"My dear! Where's your clothes?" Wang Baxian yelled, "Fuck! Does anyone dare to moleste my beautiful and beautiful son?" He scanned the audience angrily, his eyes from several bodyguards who were taken down by the Xiong brothers It swept over his body and landed on Wei Guangyao whose face was covered in blood, "What the hell is this guy?"

Wang San smiled and glanced at Wei Cong, and sneered, "We are Mr. Wei's eldest nephew, Wei Guangyao, Mr. Wei."

Wei Cong said anxiously, "I have nothing to do with the Wei family."

"I don't care if you have anything to do with it?" Wang Baxian kicked Wei Guangyao flying, followed closely, raised his hand to touch the back of his buttocks, and there was an nrs2 soft dagger gun in his palm, which hit Wei Guangyao fiercely. Glorious forehead.

"Ahhh..." Wei Guangyao suddenly lost his mind, and the crap flowed, "Don't...don't kill me!"

Wang Baxian's face was ferocious: "If you dare to touch my son, don't blame grandpa's bullets for not having eyes!"

"Dad," Wang Sanxiao said suddenly, "Murder is against the law."

"Your old man, I am the law!!!"

Wang Sanxiao chuckled helplessly: "No matter what he says, he is the beloved grandson of Wei Lao. It would be very troublesome to kill him."

"I'm afraid of that old man?" Wang Baxian said harsh words, but his mind was not impulsive, and he slowly moved the gun away.

Wei Guangyao breathed a sigh of relief as if he had been reborn, but suddenly his legs felt cold, and then a sharp pain rushed to his scalp like an electric current. He looked down blankly, and saw Wang Baxian turned the dagger and gun, and slashed fiercely. Stabbed between his legs.

Wang Baxian abolished him.

Under the great horror, Wei Guangyao seemed to have lost his sense of pain, and stared at Wang Baxian in a daze until he pulled out the dagger, and then let out a shrill and inhuman scream from his throat, clutching his bleeding crotch Rolling all over the floor.

Wang Baxian was old, so he was inevitably tired after doing this series of movements. He stood up straight slowly, raised his eyes to look at Wei Cong, stretched out his hand, and pointed the blood-stained knife tip at him, expressionless.

Wei Cong instantly understood the implication and threat.

—he knows everything!

He knew everything about what happened eight years ago and what happened three years ago!All he had to do was move his fingers and he could crush himself to pieces, but he didn't do anything.

Because Wang Sanxiao still loves herself.

Thinking of this, Wei Cong looked down at Wang Sanxiao, his heart pierced like a knife. He suddenly realized that he was low in the dust, selfish, sinister, irresponsible, a man who couldn't even protect the one he loves well What qualifications do you have to fight for power?

Even if Hengyun Group is worth tens of billions, how can it compare to a smiling face of a loved one?

The sound of a police car came from downstairs. After a while, several policemen rushed in. The room had been cleaned. Everyone looked innocently at the smoky policemen, expressing that they had done nothing. The policemen were helpless. Wei Guangyao had to be sent to the hospital for treatment.

When the members of the Wei family rushed to the hospital, Wei Guangyao had already taken off the double pills in pain, and became a small sausage that lost the standard marinated egg. Wei Laosan, an entrepreneur who was nearly half a century old, was crying in the hospital, feeling the pain. Heartbroken, clutching the police uniform to express that you must punish the murderer severely, and return my son's corned egg!

The policemen expressed their pain and condolences.